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Sir Aieron is a proud and noble warrior, who wastes no breath on unnecessary words and takes everything deadly seriously. In all his years, even
his close friends have never remembered him cracking a smile. He speaks in a deadpan, monotone voice whenever he is moved enough to actually speak, and carries out his tasks with an almost machinelike precision and effeciency. His one passion seems to be plants, and is an authority on nearly every specimen to be found in the world. He is familiar with the redeeming qualities of countless herbs and familiar with every poisonous or otherwise dangerous plant, making him highly useful in unfamiliar territory. Sentient plants, such as Cactus Creatures and Ents, are a source of endless fascination for him, but has yet to
actually meet one. He shows no sign of emotion, even in the heat of battle, but there is no question of his courage, honor, or loyalty. Provong this is a long scar along his hairline, a trophy from a pitched battle with an ogre who laid open his scalp with a sharp branch on the log he was using as a club. |
Sir Aieron is the son of an Elven knight and a Human noblewoman. He was raised in a palatial estate in Yeggli, filled with endless gardens of unsurpassing beauty. While his father instructed him in the code of chivalry, mastery of arms, and the resposibilities of knighthood, his mother taught him to embrace the earth and it wondrous offspring. However, he took his father's advice about devotion to duty and concentration on the task at hand so seriously that it seemed any other facet of personality was buried. After many years of training as his father's squire, he was accepted into the Knights of the Rose on his father's recommendation, and serves with distinction to this day. He will never admit this in a million years to his comrades, but he hopes, upon his retirement, to apprentice himself to Sploosh the Gardener. |