3. Trayth Sindar

Trayth Sindar

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    Name: Trayth Sindar
    Left or right handed: Right
    Age: 25
    Height: 5'10
    Hair: Brown dreads, less than shoulder length
    Facial Hair: Chin strap, slight red tint
    Weight: 216 lbs
    Build: Muscular, bulky with muscle, but not toned, or "cut"
    Eyes: Hazel
    Identifying marks: Scar on left forearm shaped like crescent moon, faint scar through right eyebrow
    Occupation: No formal occupation, fighter for hire.
    Other: Always has an apropriate amount of pipeweed, and a pipe, to help relax after battle.

    Personality: Trayth is a confident, well spoken, and wise young man, who knows when to bite his tongue. He is not overconfident however, and does not look down uppon anyone. Adversity is nothing more than another challenge, that he's willing to accept with haste. A realist, Trayth still mantains to keep hope, and happiness with him.

    Background:
    25 years ago, and many miles west of Narfell, Trennon Sindar was out fishing for something to eat, sitting in the sand with a pole in his hand, as he let the water splash around his feet. A woman was walking along the beach to his right and he sighed with relief of the end of another day. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
    The woman who was walking on the beach came upon Trennon and looked him over thoughtfully. Darbi was a Ffolk, and had seen much violence between her people and his. She walked around behind him and kneeled to the ground, and put a hand on his shoulder.
    He suddenly woke, and instinctively reached for his sword.
    Quietly, she whispered, "you do not have to fight, tonight."
    Trayth was born, and grew to learn and respect others, mostly from his peaceful mother, but yet his father taught him to be tough, and how to fight, as his father had taught him. Trayth grew strong, and learned much from his wise parents, but something terrible happened. On his 15th birthday, Trayth awoke to his mother screaming in agony. His father was already dead, and he chased a cloaked killer to the doorway, and turned to aid his dying mother. It was too late.
    In his mourning, he crept into a ship and waited for it to take sail, He didnt care where his travel would end. "
    Trayth was beaten by the men on the ship when they found him, to within an inch of his life, and left to die on a coast that he had no knowledge of. Slowly, and painfully, he gained his energy, drinking water from the large leaves of the plants around him. And he began his trek.
    Trayth wandered aimlessly from city to city, searching for any means of money, and bought himself a small sword, and clothing less torn.
    Ten years later, He finds himself in Norwick within Narfell, and decides to stay a while.