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A short, wiry little fellow with dark yellowish skin, long brown hair and beard, beady eyes and an absurdly long nose. He is usually very sparing of words, but when roused enough to speak he is gruff and sharp. He moves like a wraith throught the forest, leaving not even a bent twig to mark his passing. It is said he can spot a shade's trail in a monsoon on a bed of solid rock and followed a fugitive for five years on a trail that was two years old. While these tales may not be entirely true, he has yet to see the creature that can elude him for long. |
Nevels was born into a tribe living deep in the forests of
Paragon. They made their living hunting the wild and often elusive creatures living near them, and were natural hunters and trackers. Nevels was a prodigy at a very early age, hunting a wily Warg that had been terrorizing his people.
Nearly a year and a half of constant hunting brought Nevels and the Warg into a final battle, where the Warg was eventually lured into a series of elaborate traps and snares and captured. Triumphantly bearing the skin of the defeated
Warg, Nevels was hailed as a hero in his village and gained the attention of a local Dwarf lord, whose cattle herds were also depleted by the marauding Warg. He hired Nevels as his personal Hunter until Nevels became bored with hiking the
same old land over and over. He left to wander the world and seek larger and more challenging quarries, making a name for himself wherever he went. |