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Fhlynn
Fhlynn
| Name | Fhlynn |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | No clear occupation |
| Age | Young [Look Down] |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Where-ever there's ale and whomever's house he can charm into. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Before you, stands a tall, 6 foot high, man whom is of a slender, agile build. His hair, of a jet-black color, and he carries no form of facial hair - Showing his face, of which is a good face, one that may appeal to someone, but it's clearly a sly face, one that lacks a sense of honesty and opposes honor, would one be judged simply on their face, as Fhlynn has said, "… I'd be the honor-less one. And the most fun.", and his eyes would support that statement, showing a great deal of vigor, with a sparkle in each of his ice-blue pupils, the would normally be seen wearing some form of clothing, not the tight, uncomfortable clothing of nobles, but instead - The opposite, he would wear baggy clothing, or any clothes, for that matter, which do not limit his movement and agility. A leather belt sloping from top-left, to bottom-right, which reaches from his stomach to just below his thighs, which holds a single dagger, sheathed rather awkwardly in a wrap of cloth, of which is clearly not strong enough for the blade to pierce through, as seen in the tears of the rag. He would, most commonly, be unhooded. Upon his back is a large spear, almost 9 foot long, it looks quite dangerous, yet when compared to the great swords and bastard-swords and halberds, it may look quite weak, though it does possess a, seemingly, great deal of speed, countering it's size, and the sheer length would outmatch any great sword's.
{OOC: Banner, made from an edited image from DeviantArt and crudely altered in Photoshop. All rights to DeviantArt} |
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Background
Full Name: Fhlynn
Father: Vilrain Vanders
Mother: Unknown, probably some tavern wench
Race: A strange enigma of racial features, perhaps a dale-man, or a Northener from the Wold, or even a southern-tasted Gondorian, though his pale complexion would say otherwise.
Location of Birth: Dale-Town
Residence: Unknown, Taverns and any girl's home he can charm his way into.
Age: Just past his 24th Name Day
Personality: Keeps a comic, flirty personality.
Religious Views: 'Gods? No, no, no. Which Gods? The ones that left me to rot in some backalley?'
Political Viewpoints: 'I don’t care who's ruling. Probably just some noble dog who doesn’t care about what we think either.'
Major quotations of Fhlynn's:
'Death is like a game. I can cheat at it.'
'What do you mean? I would never choose that tavern-wench over you!'
'Well she was the one who approached me, so if you don’t mind...?'
'I'm a bastard son of some random wench - And damn, I'm glad I am!'
'Family is like money - You steal It then spend It, burn off the useless trash and get yourself and ale!'
'Bandits!? I can assure you that had nothing to do with me.'
'You're daughter ran off in the thick of night? She went with some stranger you say... Wait what!? She's only on her fifthteenth name day!? Damn it, Fhlynn - You're living up to you're father's name.'
'Look. All I did was visit her for the night! I've... Been. Giving her lessons! On... How to read. Wait, no, I mean how to - Er..'
'Come now, is this not the face of honesty?'
'Look, you’re the only one. Seriously Berryl. No? I meant Jana. Eleywa? Bell...!?'
'You know, I could spend a lifetime with you. Wait? Get married? I er.. This relationship has to end, you're just some random girl I met this morning! It cant go further. What would your father think!? I er... Best be going! Goodbye!'
| Friends | None he'd want to name. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | 'Family is like money - You steal it then spend it, burn off the useless trash and get an ale!' |
| Rivals/Enemies | Many guards, Fhlynn has had run-ins with thugs |
| Loves | Young girls, certain.. Domestic affairs, to annoy others, to joke, drinks (alcohol), money, baggy clothes (for easy movement), and his spear [Called: Cuþwine] |
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| Hates | DISLIKES: Being 'rejected' - ignored - or avoided by his 'interests', losing money to gambling ---- HATES: Emotional setbacks (like depression, or sadness) when he sees it in a friend, hates his past, hates his father |
| Motivation | No clear motivation. |
| Quotes | Please look below, the list is too big. |
Fhlynn's Adventures
| A Duel in the Maze - Part One | 11 years 9 months ago |
| The Finding Of Fhlynn, Chapter Two - A Memory best kept Silent | 11 years 9 months ago |
| The Finding Of Fhlynn, Chapter One - Death and a True Family | 11 years 9 months ago |
