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Nabok Stormson

Silence is a virtue

Social Rank: 8
Concept: Stoic Lumberjack
Fealty: Redrain
Family: Stormson
Gender: male
Marital Status: married
Age: 25
Birthday: 03/13
Religion: Shamanistic
Vocation: Lumberjack
Height: tall
Hair Color: dirty blond
Eye Color: blue
Skintone: light

Description: The bulging, hairy arms, and a barrel chest of the type only acquired by a life of chopping wood are the first things you notice when seeing Nabok. A large, unkempt beard and a head of shaggy hair mostly cover a face where piercing, icy eyes peer out, often staring at an imaginary spot for extended periods of time. The eyes bear witness to the suffering Nabok surely has endured. His skin is weathered, and scarred from the many years spent in the forest, and his looks, coupled with his want for solitude, makes him look significantly older than his age.

Personality: Having spent most of his teen and adult life by himself, Nabok feels more at home among pines and lakes and mountains than among fellow men. Nabok shies away from social settings, and stays quiet unless speaking is absolutely necessary. Others therefore have a tendency to see him as both a bit arrogant and dumb, even if that is not true. He has a sense of justice that could be considered admirable, and will rise to the occation if he encounters injustice, escpecially against nature and the creatures who live there.

Background: Born in a lumberers cottage in the wilds outside Farhaven, Nabok was born as the first signs of spring came to the lands. From a young age he was taught to cut wood, like his father and grandfather before him, and to accept his lot in life. Conditions were tough, but Nabok had a happy childhood. Food was gathered, hunted and fishd from the surrounding woods, and his father, a large, fiery man aptly named Storm, owned two sheep that provided them with wool. He even got a little sister, Eria. Every winter, he would accompany his mother and father to the outskirts of Farhaven to trade kindlewood and timber for other supplies. It was on a day such as this, as Nabok approched his 13th birthday, that his life abruptly changed. The winter had been an escpecially cold one, and business had been good, so his father was haggling for a new sheep. Hot-headed as he was, the haggling escalated into a fight, and Storm, with a slip of the fist, punched a guard dead. Nabok and his mother left Farhaven without Storm that day. Just a few weeks later, his mother became ill and feverish. He turned to the spirits of the forest for guidance the night his mother died. Young Nabok, was suddendly the sole provider of a young sister. He did not give up though, and the siblings continued the cycle of life that they had known, growing more and more distanced from civilization with each passing summer. Life was not finished with him, though. The autumn of his 24th year, as he returned from a bountiful hunt, he came back to the remains of a smoking cottage, pillaged and looted by passing raiders. Eria had stayed in the cottage while he was hunting, and her burnt corpse was still warm when he arrived. He vowed that day to leave the forest, to seek revenge over those who had murdered his sister and destroyed their way of life, and set out to the center of the kingdom for look for them.

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