Ludovic Frostheart
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| Ludovic Frostheart | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Frostheart |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 29 |
| Religion | Pantheon/Shamanism |
| Vocation | Diplomat |
| Height | tall |
| Hair Color | Pale Blond |
| Eye Color | Rich Blue |
| Skintone | Fair-ish |
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| Parents | Milos Frostheart, Shanna Coldstone |
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Description
Ludovic is.. Thoroughly average for a man from the North. He's not excessively tall or burly, but also not quite lean. He's solid, with broad shoulders, narrow hips and a strong jaw. Blond hair is often tousled, usually kept on the shorter side. Likewise, Ludo prefers to be clean-shaven when life permits. When it doesn't, he's at least the well-kept kind of scruffy. His eyes are the saturated blue of a cloudless summer sky, deep and captivating.
Personality
Like so many Northern men, Ludovic can be a little rough around the edges sometimes. A little bit gruff when conversations wander into areas he doesn't like, he still usually manages to smooth it all over. He isn't one to hold a grudge, and is generally receptive to reconciliation even when things -do- get bad.
He's been the 'face' of his tribe for years, doing the talking when dealing with other tribes or Compact merchants or scouts. Others might be better at the actual deal-making, but he often knows just how to sweeten the deal, and how to word things in his favour.
Background
Ludovic hails from the edges of the Everwinter, where his tribe wandered deeper into the tundra and down into the northernmost reaches of the Gray Forest, and back. A life of hunting and gathering, a life of fighting other Abandoned tribes, or sharing fires with them. It was a good life, really, though not as good as many in the Compact had it.
When the Great Road was built all the way to the Bonespire, his people made their way on a grand pilgrimage, interested in learning more about the Keep that featured heavily in so many of their stories. Ludo, however, had his gaze facing forward, into the future. While his tribe listened to tales of the past, he sought out stories of the present, of trips to Giants Reach, to Whitehold and beyond. Arx was painted in his minds' eye as a thing of wonder, full of mystery and opportunity. If he could bring some of that home, perhaps more of his people would find a place within the safety of the Compact.
