Ruyven the Red

• a.k.a.
• Age: 43
• Marital Status: married? *laughs and spits on ground*
• Occupation: independent business-man. Some call me a bandit, but not usually to my face. *flourishes wicked looking knife*
• Former Occupations: mercenary, laborer
• Residence: I "resides" at the nearest inn or doss-house when coin is aplenty, or in a travel-shelter or camp if not. I grew up at Storn Castle, where me mum worked in the laundry.
• Laran gift and laran training: I'm none of your fancy Comyn wizards. But I plan to get my hands on one of them someday soon and collect a healthy ransom.
• Politics: I dunno - who's offering coin? Who's top man in these parts?
• Personality: Me mates say I have no personality at all!
• Strengths: I am meaner than almost everyone I know. That's how I've stayed alive.
• Weaknesses: I used to be fond of me old mum, Avarra rest her easy in her grave, and now I'm only fond of the wine-cup
• Combat training: Come here and find out! *grinning wickedly*
• Horseback riding: Yeah, 'course I can ride.
• Appearance: My hair is turning grey now, and my face is red from the wind and the wine-cup. That's why they call me Ruyven the Red.
• Romantic relationships: Tavern girls and chamber maids through these hills. Oh, and the girls at the houses of pleasure, of course...
• Friends: I got no time for friends. I trust no one, and no one (if they wish to live long) should trust me, neither.
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• Hobbies: The wine cup! Other Information: I tell you, I hate these Amazon she-devils. Who in Zandru's nine hells do they think they are? They ought to be given to a male who can make them see reason.
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• Family Tree: My poor mum was ill-used by some fellow at that bleeding Storn Castle. Perhaps she never knew who it was, as she always said, or perhaps it was only her way of making sure we stayed safe.
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