Andurel

Biographical information

Birthplace Unknown Born Died Age About 32 Home The road Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height Moderate Mass Moderate Hair color Brown Eye color Parsley Skin color Light

Political information

Affiliation(s) None Occupation Transient Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Alrune Created on 11/19/2019 Avatar

Andurel; call him Ander; is like wool over steel over wool. A number of facades hide what he considers his self, though that self is a facade. He hasn’t had time to do any soul-searching, see. Too busy finding food.

Long, brown curls fall behind a hard jaw, flat chin, and high cheekbones, framing sharp, parsley-colored eyes and a prominent nose. His skin is light, but often dirty and sunburned. The creases around his forehead and eyes belie his middling age.

Andurel has minor skill in the jobs of a vagrant, including cleaning, cooking, construction, manual labor, and wilderness survival. He has a surprising vocabulary bolstered by an excellent diction. He’s a refined singer of the crudest of drinking songs, and if you get to know him, perhaps even the crudest of refined songs.

Cautioned by experience, Andurel pretends at hardy friendliness, but withholds true trust until he assesses someone. Objects of increased suspicion are nobility and non-human species. He offers no unearned respect to authority.

Ander believes in working for one's bread, valuing independence and self-sufficience. He makes exceptions, of course, for the disabled and oppressed, and he understands why those born into luxury would continue their wastefulness.

He avoids intellectual activities, preferring mindless tasks. Although he often finds interests, he quickly abandons them, citing the excuse of frivolity.