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|Description=Broad-shouldered and strong, Jeffeth has the look of a man who has earned the sculpting of his muscle with hard, outdoor labor, rather than the cultivated athleticism of deliberate, careful training. There's a raw strength to the breadth of his chest, the trunk of his stocky body strong and solid. Without a shirt, his muscular body is sheathed in golden-tanned skin rife with scars. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, yet despite their fathomless depths, there is an unceasing warmth that seems to glimmer in them. Though his youth is plain in his clean muscle, the weathering of time outdoors shows in the deep tan of his skin, the beginnings of smile lines to frame the curve of his full mouth. His nose is an upturned snub, between high angled cheeks. His jaw is often dusted with a deep gold scruff. His hair is tousled waves of dark gold and amber to beneath the lobes of his ears. | |Description=Broad-shouldered and strong, Jeffeth has the look of a man who has earned the sculpting of his muscle with hard, outdoor labor, rather than the cultivated athleticism of deliberate, careful training. There's a raw strength to the breadth of his chest, the trunk of his stocky body strong and solid. Without a shirt, his muscular body is sheathed in golden-tanned skin rife with scars. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, yet despite their fathomless depths, there is an unceasing warmth that seems to glimmer in them. Though his youth is plain in his clean muscle, the weathering of time outdoors shows in the deep tan of his skin, the beginnings of smile lines to frame the curve of his full mouth. His nose is an upturned snub, between high angled cheeks. His jaw is often dusted with a deep gold scruff. His hair is tousled waves of dark gold and amber to beneath the lobes of his ears. | ||
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| + | {w({nBurn scars twine around the massive arm of this hulking man. Like the ghost of thick rope winding around the huge bicep, in a winding circle from shoulder to wrist, as if fire wound around the man's arm like a serpent.{w){n | ||
|Personality=Jeffeth is warm, and friendly, and mellow. It's possible that somewhere within that broad-shouldered frame there could be a spark of heat, for it is true there is a spine, and he will stand up for those as need standing up for. But primarily, the best weapons he has to apply to any situation -- aside from the sword and shield he has trained in -- are his patience and his understanding. He has a knack for approaching the complex, the dramatic, and the tense, and breaking issues down to their component parts, to tackle problems in small, handleable pieces, rather than huge, overwhelming panics. He is a loving man of deep optimism and golden-forged hope. Sure, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but not everyone needs to be a genius, and his emotional intelligence is stronger than many a book-learning lesson. | |Personality=Jeffeth is warm, and friendly, and mellow. It's possible that somewhere within that broad-shouldered frame there could be a spark of heat, for it is true there is a spine, and he will stand up for those as need standing up for. But primarily, the best weapons he has to apply to any situation -- aside from the sword and shield he has trained in -- are his patience and his understanding. He has a knack for approaching the complex, the dramatic, and the tense, and breaking issues down to their component parts, to tackle problems in small, handleable pieces, rather than huge, overwhelming panics. He is a loving man of deep optimism and golden-forged hope. Sure, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but not everyone needs to be a genius, and his emotional intelligence is stronger than many a book-learning lesson. | ||
|Background=Jeffeth was orphaned in the Boroughs, probably in some kind of kerfuffle over the drug trade, although honestly who knows-- the priests and disciples and Knights of Solace who took over his rearing at the Tragedy never really seemed to know who his parents were, and no one who he asked could remember his mother. Presumably he had one, and didn't just appear in a basket at the orphanage one day, but these things can be hard for a little boy to find out. | |Background=Jeffeth was orphaned in the Boroughs, probably in some kind of kerfuffle over the drug trade, although honestly who knows-- the priests and disciples and Knights of Solace who took over his rearing at the Tragedy never really seemed to know who his parents were, and no one who he asked could remember his mother. Presumably he had one, and didn't just appear in a basket at the orphanage one day, but these things can be hard for a little boy to find out. | ||
Revision as of 12:04, 7 December 2019
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| Jeffeth Bayweather | |
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| Social Rank | 7 |
| Fealty | Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Bayweather |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 30 |
| Religion | Faith Of The Pantheon |
| Vocation | Knight |
| Height | 6'5" |
| Hair Color | Dark Gold |
| Eye Color | Ocean Blue |
| Skintone | Tanned |
| Family | |
| Parents | Bayweather Orphan Bros |
| Siblings | Andry Bayweather |
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Description
Broad-shouldered and strong, Jeffeth has the look of a man who has earned the sculpting of his muscle with hard, outdoor labor, rather than the cultivated athleticism of deliberate, careful training. There's a raw strength to the breadth of his chest, the trunk of his stocky body strong and solid. Without a shirt, his muscular body is sheathed in golden-tanned skin rife with scars. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, yet despite their fathomless depths, there is an unceasing warmth that seems to glimmer in them. Though his youth is plain in his clean muscle, the weathering of time outdoors shows in the deep tan of his skin, the beginnings of smile lines to frame the curve of his full mouth. His nose is an upturned snub, between high angled cheeks. His jaw is often dusted with a deep gold scruff. His hair is tousled waves of dark gold and amber to beneath the lobes of his ears.
{w({nBurn scars twine around the massive arm of this hulking man. Like the ghost of thick rope winding around the huge bicep, in a winding circle from shoulder to wrist, as if fire wound around the man's arm like a serpent.{w){n
Personality
Jeffeth is warm, and friendly, and mellow. It's possible that somewhere within that broad-shouldered frame there could be a spark of heat, for it is true there is a spine, and he will stand up for those as need standing up for. But primarily, the best weapons he has to apply to any situation -- aside from the sword and shield he has trained in -- are his patience and his understanding. He has a knack for approaching the complex, the dramatic, and the tense, and breaking issues down to their component parts, to tackle problems in small, handleable pieces, rather than huge, overwhelming panics. He is a loving man of deep optimism and golden-forged hope. Sure, he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but not everyone needs to be a genius, and his emotional intelligence is stronger than many a book-learning lesson.
Background
Jeffeth was orphaned in the Boroughs, probably in some kind of kerfuffle over the drug trade, although honestly who knows-- the priests and disciples and Knights of Solace who took over his rearing at the Tragedy never really seemed to know who his parents were, and no one who he asked could remember his mother. Presumably he had one, and didn't just appear in a basket at the orphanage one day, but these things can be hard for a little boy to find out.
Because he was a big, strong boy in his early teens, the Cullers flirted with trying to snap him up as a runner, and there were times -- when he was cold, and hungry, and tired, say -- that he was tempted. But there was just something about the lines of work that were available to him that palled, and he slipped away from those friends, those connections, those chances, and plunged into the Faith with a will, a grown man with a little boy's unstinting gratitude for the opportunities he was offered. He began as a Disciple of Gild, thinking that that was enough, and worked in the orphanage that had raised him, spending patient hours with children who were often frightened, and angry, and brimming over with fear and frustration.
One day, he decided that he wanted to be a true Knight of Solace, the way those who mentored him were; to see the world, to protect those who needed protecting, and to always come home from his sojourns to take care of the children back at home.
He threw himself into it with a will, and became one of the mainstays of the Knights: his warmth and unstinting optimism are enough to make up for his simplicity for most.
