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|First Name=Sparte
 
|First Name=Sparte
 
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|Full Name=Sparte Fatchforth
|Social Rank=8
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|Social Rank=7
|Fealty=Crownsworn
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|Fealty=Thrax
 
|House=Fatchforth
 
|House=Fatchforth
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|Parents=Francis Fatchforth, Melody Fatchforth, Emmanuel Grayfallow, Mathilda Grimhall
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|Siblings=Arta Fatchforth, Braum Fatchforth
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|Cousins=Mina Grayfallow
|Uncles Aunts=
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|Uncles Aunts=Sebastian Grayfallow
 
|Gender=Male
 
|Gender=Male
|Age=18
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|Age=21
 
|Religion=Pantheon
 
|Religion=Pantheon
 
|Vocation=Soldier
 
|Vocation=Soldier
|Height=6'1
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|Height=6'2"
 
|Hair Color=Burgundy
 
|Hair Color=Burgundy
 
|Eye Color=Hazel
 
|Eye Color=Hazel
 
|Skintone=Rose
 
|Skintone=Rose
 
|Character Status=Active
 
|Character Status=Active
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|Description=Standing taller than most at just over six feet, Sparte still manages to be unimposing. He is skinny, his expressions tend to be exagerated to the point of goofiness, and he generally gives the impression of being haphazardly thrown together no matter how nicely dressed. He has bright green hazel eyes with bushy eyebrows, his hair an uncombed shock of burgundy that tends to stick out to the left side in a permanent cowlick, and he has a toothy grin that shows off how his left incisor is a whole quarter inch longer than his right.
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|Description=Thin like a beanpole and just as tall, Sparte's frame has been made sturdy and tough from years in hard service despite his readily apparently lack of muscle. He is expressive by nature, some of that awkward enthusiasm of youth lingering into his twenties. His eyebrows are thick statements over bright green hazel eyes, with the matching dark reddish hair a wavy half tamed mess kept to a medium length. When he gives one of his lopsided grins it shows off how his left incisor is a whole quarter inch longer than his right, highlighting the friendly mischief behind it.
  
{w({nSomehow, Sparte lost not only his eyebrow but his eyelashes, and has a smidge of a sunburnt look to his face. In place of his missing eyebrows are two smears of black makeup clearly applied with his thumbs that makes him look FAR too intense.{w){n
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{w({nThe buckle of Sparte's belt has been replaced by a shiny new one made of copper.{w){n
|Personality=Energetic and courageous, smart as a brick and about as imposing. He tries, he really tries.
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|Personality=Sparte Fatchforth still carries the spark of youth. There is a boyish streak in his mannerisms, an earnest purity to his charm, a youthful energy to his excitement. Traits that would not be expected of a man entering his twenties. Twice the years have seen him through the fires of war and he has neither broken nor hardened to a cold edge. Unsatisfied, he continues to take on challenges and beset himself with hardships. It raises the question of why.
|Background=Sparte's origins are unclear, and his story almost didn't happen at all. At the age of five he somehow ended up lost in the woods, fallen through some brambles, and struck his head on a rock. The woodsman that found him was astonished Sparte still lived at all, and took him to the nearest village. Nobody recognized the boy, it was if he'd just fallen out of a tree one day. Once he came to, he seemed to be mute. Not a word came from the boy to help.
 
  
The Fatchforths, an industrious family, did a great deal of business traveling between farms and meeting with other farmers. Thinking that a boy with such colorful hair and skin should be easy to find the family of, and one marm having a soft spot for the boy, they took him on and he traveled with them. After several villages without luck, the boy started to once again find his voice, but memories to go with it were lacking beyond his being called Sparte. Feeling guilty for their kindness, Sparte began to pitch in despite his youth and showed an energy for hard work well beyond his years. By the time the Fatchforthes had visited the last village on their route, they had decided they would take the boy on themselves.
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While he remains rough around the edges, unfinished, some personality traits have risen to the surface over Sparte's years in Arx. He is deeply curious, socially awkward, full of hope, and has a strong sense of integrity. He has confidence in his ideals, and is trying to find that same confidence in himself.
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|Background=u'Very little is known about Sparte from before he showed up in Arx, one of the many youths that came from the countryside to answer the call to protect Arx after the betrayal of Lord Everard Telmar in 1005 AR. The Fatchforths are a farming family a few days from Bastion and well liked, but they arn't the sort you often see in a city or a history book.
  
The next decade of Sparte's life went by with him doing just that, as an adoptive member of the family. With an easy smile and stamina to outlast a horse, Sparte did his part.
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Joining the Iron Guard as a simple recruit with little more to his name than a baby stoat and a walking stick, Sparte was neither intimidating nor particularly capable. The only thing he seems good at was being enthusiastic and stubborn. In the coming year he'd learn meet every mercy that worked the training yards and end up on first name basis with most of them. He learned this because he got the snot beat out of him, again, and again, and again. It took six months for him to wear his first spar to even a draw, another three to win.
  
The one thing he always had taken a shine to outside of his labors was stories. Tall tales of far off places and the things that go bump in the night. The scar under his hair itches sometimes when he listens, which is how he knows the story is a good one.
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Then the Silent Army came, and those lessons were put to use. Proving his valor he faced no less than a dozen Bringers across Arx, never faltering or retreating. He earned medals of the Guardian and Star for this, but what people remember instead is him earning the nickname Eyebrows. This given after he burned them off fighting a bringer with fire, and went around town with two serious looking black smears over his eyes for months.
  
Eventually the desire to be in a story of his own outweighed the dangers, and he parted way from the Fatchforths. Answering a call for Iron Guard recruits, he made his way to Arx even as further dangers began creeping towards the city. Maybe it wasn't the safest of plans, but... "At least it won't be boring!"
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When peace came to Arx, Sparte didn't settle. He seemed incapable, permanently restless and eager to do something more. Eventually this would lead him to try to join the Society of Explorers, being turned down for his lack of skill as something more than a warrior. If you have followed along this far, you have an idea of how this went.
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In early 1007 AR Sparte was admitted to the Society of Explorers, having focused on cartography and earned recognition for the talent he had developed in that area. "Anyone can look at a map and see what is on it, but if you want a worth while puzzle? Figure out what isn't."
 
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Latest revision as of 03:04, 29 January 2019

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Sparte Fatchforth
Social Rank 7
Fealty Thrax
House Fatchforth
Gender Male
Age 21
Religion Pantheon
Vocation Soldier
Height 6'2"
Hair Color Burgundy
Eye Color Hazel
Skintone Rose
Family
Parents Francis Fatchforth, Melody Fatchforth, Emmanuel Grayfallow, Mathilda Grimhall
Siblings Arta Fatchforth, Braum Fatchforth
Uncles/Aunts Sebastian Grayfallow
Cousins Mina Grayfallow
Journals
Authored By / Featured In
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Description

Thin like a beanpole and just as tall, Sparte's frame has been made sturdy and tough from years in hard service despite his readily apparently lack of muscle. He is expressive by nature, some of that awkward enthusiasm of youth lingering into his twenties. His eyebrows are thick statements over bright green hazel eyes, with the matching dark reddish hair a wavy half tamed mess kept to a medium length. When he gives one of his lopsided grins it shows off how his left incisor is a whole quarter inch longer than his right, highlighting the friendly mischief behind it.

{w({nThe buckle of Sparte's belt has been replaced by a shiny new one made of copper.{w){n

Personality

Sparte Fatchforth still carries the spark of youth. There is a boyish streak in his mannerisms, an earnest purity to his charm, a youthful energy to his excitement. Traits that would not be expected of a man entering his twenties. Twice the years have seen him through the fires of war and he has neither broken nor hardened to a cold edge. Unsatisfied, he continues to take on challenges and beset himself with hardships. It raises the question of why.

While he remains rough around the edges, unfinished, some personality traits have risen to the surface over Sparte's years in Arx. He is deeply curious, socially awkward, full of hope, and has a strong sense of integrity. He has confidence in his ideals, and is trying to find that same confidence in himself.

Background

u'Very little is known about Sparte from before he showed up in Arx, one of the many youths that came from the countryside to answer the call to protect Arx after the betrayal of Lord Everard Telmar in 1005 AR. The Fatchforths are a farming family a few days from Bastion and well liked, but they arn't the sort you often see in a city or a history book.

Joining the Iron Guard as a simple recruit with little more to his name than a baby stoat and a walking stick, Sparte was neither intimidating nor particularly capable. The only thing he seems good at was being enthusiastic and stubborn. In the coming year he'd learn meet every mercy that worked the training yards and end up on first name basis with most of them. He learned this because he got the snot beat out of him, again, and again, and again. It took six months for him to wear his first spar to even a draw, another three to win.

Then the Silent Army came, and those lessons were put to use. Proving his valor he faced no less than a dozen Bringers across Arx, never faltering or retreating. He earned medals of the Guardian and Star for this, but what people remember instead is him earning the nickname Eyebrows. This given after he burned them off fighting a bringer with fire, and went around town with two serious looking black smears over his eyes for months.

When peace came to Arx, Sparte didn't settle. He seemed incapable, permanently restless and eager to do something more. Eventually this would lead him to try to join the Society of Explorers, being turned down for his lack of skill as something more than a warrior. If you have followed along this far, you have an idea of how this went.

In early 1007 AR Sparte was admitted to the Society of Explorers, having focused on cartography and earned recognition for the talent he had developed in that area. "Anyone can look at a map and see what is on it, but if you want a worth while puzzle? Figure out what isn't."