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Born into an off-cast branch of the Redreef family, Ximun wasn't the type to follow politics. Instead, he was drawn to the tracking of animals and creatures. His parents did try to mould him into a proper noble, married him to a lady of Redrain - who unfortunately perished shortly after their first anniversary when she was wounded on a hunt that the two had gone on to celebrate. Breaking completely from his noble duties, Ximun took to the Thraxian navy as a hunter, a sailor, and eventually returned to land to continue his ways. It's rumored that his family still owns the contracts to many Thralls and is a holdout of the changes of reform that seem to be trying to take root when it comes to indentured servitude.

The eyes are perhaps the most striking aspect of this man, cerulean blue, inquisitive, calculating - and most often lacking in emotion. His features, even if they display the obvious traits of Thraxian heritage are rather plain in comparison to other nobles of Thrax, even if still moderately handsome; his eyes perhaps a touch too wide apart from each other, complementing a hawkish nose of aristocratic character, and a mouth which sports faint laughing lines at its corners. Dark hair that in certain lighting takes on a chestnut tone has been allowed to grow to slightly below shoulder level and is usually held in check by a strap of leather, bound at the nape of the neck.

Ximun (pronounced SAI-mun) is an antique in his way of thinking. He believes in the ideals of might making right. He's not afraid to stand up for his beliefs. He's brash, to the point, and even defends the old ideals of House Thrax, including the right to Thralldom. As much as he's quick to fight, if you respect him, he'll respect you in return. A true outdoorsman, he finds his comfort to be outside of the city walls - and when in the city, prefers the bars and alehouses over tea and crumpets. He's unhewed and rough around the edges and he honestly likes it that way.