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⸻⠀the self⠀⸻
Greven is a somber and down-to-earth man, at least in the eyes of those that have just met him. He is a gruff and somewhat cold feeling individual, but beneath... his heart is quite golden. Greven will often turn down a contract in public if the pay isn't high enough, only to meet with the client privately. One's reputation is something to be protected, after all.
To those that get close, they'll experience the warmth hiding beneath. Jokes and quips and comradery flow freely when he feels appreciated.
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
LIKES: A good dark beer by the hearth, maintaining and collecting blades, helping people, good brethren in arms.
DISLIKES: People in need that are ignored, stale ale, a filthy tavern.
⸻⠀the body⠀⸻
HEIGHT: 1.85m
HAIR COLOR / STYLE: Brown, semi-long in a ponytail. Wears a decently long beard, well-kept.
EYES: Light Grey
SKIN TONE: Northern European
PHYSIQUE: Fit and muscled, but not overly so.
DOM. HAND: Right-handed
APPARENT AGE: 28
VOICE: A deep baritone tone, with a rumble lurking behind it.
MODIFICATIONS // On his left shoulder, Greven has a tattoo of a sword made out of lighting, fire and ice.
SCARS / MARKINGS // Greven has multiple long scar marks running along his neck and side. Traces of blades in a battle long since fought.
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⸻⠀the ability and tools⠀⸻ ABILITIES // Swordsmanship and tactical insights come natural to Greven. Years of mercenary work also made him relatively durable and hardened.
SPELLS // Greven only knows a single spell: Spark. Useful for lighting fires.
ATTIRE // Practical attire consisting of a gambeson and cotton clothes, with a battered steel chest plate protecting his vitals. His arms and legs are protected by steel bracers. His non-combat attire consists of a simple cotton garb, with a bordeaux-red tunic and a pair of brown trousers. His boots are rough yet very sturdy, allowing him to hike far distances.
GEAR // Different pieces of leather armor, different pieces of steel armor, longsword, buckler.
INVENTORY // Traveler's backpack with multiple days worth of rations, rope and other basic survival needs like flint and tinder.
⸻⠀the story⠀⸻
Having come from years of merc-work, Greven is a gifted swordsman and tactician. He worked with several mercenary bands over the last 15 years, with the last one he worked with having fallen apart 3 years ago due to a failed contract and subsequent infighting. For now, he acts on his own, taking light jobs in which he can levi his natural talents. His past is something he doesn't like to talk about, but it's generally known within the mercenary circles he frequents that he was once an unwilling part of a darker mercenary gang. This group has since been disolved due to unknown reasons, with Greven being exceedingly tight-lipped about the subject, even to close friends.
He also currently has no idea where his parents are, and he has once let slip that he isn't even sure what race his other non-elf half is.
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