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| Name: Pelliam Gender: Male Age: 24 Rank/Occupation: Senior Apprentice Harper Appearance: He has black hair cropped short, a small moustache, dark brows and hypnotic eyes, a sensual red mouth, five o'clock shadow, and a brooding look. He is slim, athletic, and quick-moving. He likes to fling his arms about in dramatic gestures to make a point. He has a harper-trained theatrical voice, that people find compelling, loud or soft. ( He would be a great herald or orator.) Absolutely cannot sing a note however. Wears colorful richly styled clothes that show neglect, and carries quills and parchment scrolls and ink most of the time. He carries quills behind his ear and sometimes there's ink stains on his ears. His caps have jaunty feathers in them and he will wear a lady's favor, some piece of lace or badge or ribbon to remind him of her. Personality: He is a very creative, intense, impulsive sort, given to solitude while he writes, furious when he gets writers block, ardent and falls in love often, good-hearted but mostly concerned with his own projects, and courageous. He tends to wail and weep on the shoulders of steadier friends. He is careless with money and frequently broke and asking to borrow some. He enjoys a good drinking binge and gambling and flying on a friend's dragon if possible. He is very naive about the politics going on around him, whether at Hold or Hall. Family: His father is a baker, his mother a weaver, and they live at a Hold in the north. He has several sisters and brothers, most of them older and duller - er - more successful and disciplined. History: He was apprenticed to a baker and hated it, then to a runnerbeast herder where the solitude gave him time to write, and then to the harpers, where he was held back again and again because he can't sing. But he writes well, if not usefully, and is consumed by stories and poems and ballads. He has come to Kiern for the adventure of it, although officially as a Candidate for an excuse to be there. Pets: Pomildur the brown flit. Pomm likes to perch near the roof and pester him while he writes. Pomm eats too much, and looks like a fat round bowling ball with wings. No matter how much his master is broke and starving, the flit will scrounge up something somewhere. Owned by - forestboy22 |
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