ALDEBARAN
Leathered sage of many cycles; Aldebaran, who wandered far in search of lofty constellations. Once an arming sword at the hip of his local lord, now medicine man whose bones wander, lusting for newer land. Bent knees and a straight back prove small hinderance, but til Pneria doffs her evening coat and lays back in the eaves of Lessat's swept fray, so shall Aldebaran's journey linger.
Appearance
Of middling height and gnarled, a stoop graces Aldebaran's fragile frame. Long years of walking hardened him, and so does he appear: jerky lean and wrinkled as by the sun's harsh gaze. His brows are wild and unkempt, and his beard fairs but barely better. His eyes remain sharp, a dusted green. A crooked nose sits never idle on his face, knobbed and oft broken (if rarely set). But if one point of pride remains, Aldebaran may point to his well-chiseled fingernails. Suitably long and neatly filed, they accentuate otherwise bent fingers nicely.
Skills and Abilities
Long walking; if the years had treated him with a measure of kindness, it was to bequeath upon him feet that carry the weight of many miles. Where others may balk at distance, or moan at the lack of a coach, Aldebaran continues to trod along at his easy pace. Never quickly, and rarely with much haste, but distilled to an art.
Medicine; years of knowledge and trade provided Aldebaran with the tools of this particular craft. The prudence to stitch a wound before it festers, the cunning to apply poultice just so. These have long abided him, and for what few pennies he may charge, so have they served him well.
Medicine; years of knowledge and trade provided Aldebaran with the tools of this particular craft. The prudence to stitch a wound before it festers, the cunning to apply poultice just so. These have long abided him, and for what few pennies he may charge, so have they served him well.
Personality
Cranky, curious, and curiously spry.