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Aesculf
Aesculf
| Name | Aesculf |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Sell spear |
| Age | 30 |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Where the work takes him. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
~First Impressions~
A hale and somewhat weather beaten man of Rohan. Standing just under six feet with a wiry lean physique, pale complexion with grey eyes like a storm cloud. Thick dark wavy shoulder length hair parted roughly in the middle belie a chiseled sharply handsome face beneath. Initial impressions of his gruff manner are offset by a charm and humor that comes through his eye's when he chooses to show it.
~Clothing and Equipment~
Most commonly dressed for the road; Leathers with some light mail in a rohirric style and solid but past their best boots.
Wears a pack on his back with all supplies needed for self sufficiency in the wilderness plus some spare luxuries including pipe weed and food spices.
Most valued are his shield and ash wood spear. Carries a javelin for hunting and and a small dagger (Seax) for practical survival use and woodworking.
And of course, forever at his side his horse companion Huog. |
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Background
Born into a family of nomadic horseman in The Wold in Rohan's north.
Being often beset by orc raids, Aesculf quickly learnt the importance of skill, strength and speed with spear and horse and the ability to survive in the wilderness.
Tragedy following a dispute between his family and another has led him to travel far north and use his prowess to find work as a mercenary.
Currently to be found camping in the Breelands..
"Forðon sceall gar wesan
monig morgenceald mindum bewunden
hæfan on handa."
"Henceforth spear shall be, on many cold morning,
grasped in fist, lifted in hand."
| Friends | Keeps his distance from most. A true friend to those that prove themselves worthy to him. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Estranged. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those who trouble him on the road or try to double cross him. |
| Loves | Crisp mornings. Camping, Horse riding, Open country, isolation, foraging, hunting with javelin. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Things that creep and crawl, Those who prey on the weak or defile nature. Orc filth most of all.. |
| Motivation | To regain a sense of self worth and purpose and to one day return to his homeland. |
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