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| − | |Description= | + | |Description=There's a frenetic sort of energy about him, even when he's seemingly relaxed and holding still. He has what could become a beard in theory, but it's more of a rough scraggle than anything else, the kind that comes from not shaving for a week or so. He has brown eyes, largely unremarkable, and tanned skin that suggests many days spent under a bright sun. There are a few scars, especially on the backs of his hands and along his arms, but they're old and well healed. His build is rangy, the kind of build one might expect to find on someone well practiced in the art of climbing. Or running. |
|Personality=Tolv is someone prone to thoughtfulness, though he's not necessarily quiet. He's sometimes quite willing to speak his mind, especially when pressed, and he seems most comfortable reading books, or, paradoxically, being outdoors, far from civilization. He can also be both friendly or reserved depending on the circumstances, occasionally a bit obsessive. In truth, he's just a little strange sometimes, and he does have a bit of a temper when riled, but neither of these are particularly off-putting. They might even be slightly endearing. | |Personality=Tolv is someone prone to thoughtfulness, though he's not necessarily quiet. He's sometimes quite willing to speak his mind, especially when pressed, and he seems most comfortable reading books, or, paradoxically, being outdoors, far from civilization. He can also be both friendly or reserved depending on the circumstances, occasionally a bit obsessive. In truth, he's just a little strange sometimes, and he does have a bit of a temper when riled, but neither of these are particularly off-putting. They might even be slightly endearing. | ||
|Background=Tolv Mora says he's from a farm somewhere north of Farhaven, a very tiny farm on the borders of a small village, insignificant places that aren't particularly important to name. He has little use for his own history, though he does enjoy history in general, particularly the kind of stories that most people tend to consider wildly exaggerated or full of metaphors for far more mundane things, such as centuries old wars. He's been around, he says, delving into old ruins or caves that tend to sometimes contain the den of an angry animal (whoops) or even angrier shavs (whoops!). He hasn't really found anything worthwhile despite these occasional experiments in risking his neck, but it hasn't particularly discouraged him from trying. | |Background=Tolv Mora says he's from a farm somewhere north of Farhaven, a very tiny farm on the borders of a small village, insignificant places that aren't particularly important to name. He has little use for his own history, though he does enjoy history in general, particularly the kind of stories that most people tend to consider wildly exaggerated or full of metaphors for far more mundane things, such as centuries old wars. He's been around, he says, delving into old ruins or caves that tend to sometimes contain the den of an angry animal (whoops) or even angrier shavs (whoops!). He hasn't really found anything worthwhile despite these occasional experiments in risking his neck, but it hasn't particularly discouraged him from trying. | ||
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Revision as of 00:06, 14 July 2020
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| Tolv Mora | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Mora |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 32 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Scholar |
| Height | 5'9 |
| Hair Color | Brown |
| Eye Color | Dark Brown |
| Skintone | Well-tanned |
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Description
There's a frenetic sort of energy about him, even when he's seemingly relaxed and holding still. He has what could become a beard in theory, but it's more of a rough scraggle than anything else, the kind that comes from not shaving for a week or so. He has brown eyes, largely unremarkable, and tanned skin that suggests many days spent under a bright sun. There are a few scars, especially on the backs of his hands and along his arms, but they're old and well healed. His build is rangy, the kind of build one might expect to find on someone well practiced in the art of climbing. Or running.
Personality
Tolv is someone prone to thoughtfulness, though he's not necessarily quiet. He's sometimes quite willing to speak his mind, especially when pressed, and he seems most comfortable reading books, or, paradoxically, being outdoors, far from civilization. He can also be both friendly or reserved depending on the circumstances, occasionally a bit obsessive. In truth, he's just a little strange sometimes, and he does have a bit of a temper when riled, but neither of these are particularly off-putting. They might even be slightly endearing.
Background
Tolv Mora says he's from a farm somewhere north of Farhaven, a very tiny farm on the borders of a small village, insignificant places that aren't particularly important to name. He has little use for his own history, though he does enjoy history in general, particularly the kind of stories that most people tend to consider wildly exaggerated or full of metaphors for far more mundane things, such as centuries old wars. He's been around, he says, delving into old ruins or caves that tend to sometimes contain the den of an angry animal (whoops) or even angrier shavs (whoops!). He hasn't really found anything worthwhile despite these occasional experiments in risking his neck, but it hasn't particularly discouraged him from trying.
