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((Decided to do this after GBX burninated Aquor in an alternate reality, sending Thom into a panic))
Age: 18
Race: Human
Physical Description: About 6' 1" tall, apparently around 170 lbs. Built with lean muscle gained from farming, but not too heavily (14). Unruly brown hair and eyes to match. Has a bit of his boyishness intact in the lines of his face, and in his grin. Pleasing to look at, but not overly handsome (14), he has tanned skin and callouses on his hands from working in the fields that make a distinct counter-point to the ink stains on his fingers and wrists from ALOT of writing.
Home: Currently living out of the Sundren Comfort Inn, while he's attending the University, he was born and grew up in Aquor.
Family: Father-Marlon Grinwell, a guardsman in Aquor.
Mother-Sara Grinwell, a farmer and housewife with a temper to start flash fires.
Siblings: Larzuk- oldest brother, also a guardsman, and farmer.
Else- older sister, middle child, apprentice seamstress and helper on the farm.
Thom-youngest child, not as physically inclined as his father and older brother, goes to school to learn magic and other things to make life easier for his family.
Distinguishing traits: Innocent, naive, and VERY shy...especially around exotic people and attractive women. Has the tendancy to stutter when nervous or excited. Seeks to learn enough at school to make practical use of. Dreams of becoming a teacher at the University, perhaps even a mage of some small skill, all to help his family and, hopefully, one day start one of his own. Has a knack for using written magic, i.e. scrolls, of any nature.....sometimes. His teachers are a little worried that even though they are only teaching him arcane theories, he can somehow make divine scrolls work sometimes to.((Going for a kind of logic-based magic here. No artificers in FR so he's a wizard with a little bit of UMD for flavor.)) Has received basic militia training, and is pretty handy with a crossbow, club, staff or spear. Carries around a notebook, in which he takes down notes about EVERYTHING he sees or hears, sometimes causing him to make rather humorous misconceptions((i.r. the elven ear-pulling greeting))
Age: 18
Race: Human
Physical Description: About 6' 1" tall, apparently around 170 lbs. Built with lean muscle gained from farming, but not too heavily (14). Unruly brown hair and eyes to match. Has a bit of his boyishness intact in the lines of his face, and in his grin. Pleasing to look at, but not overly handsome (14), he has tanned skin and callouses on his hands from working in the fields that make a distinct counter-point to the ink stains on his fingers and wrists from ALOT of writing.
Home: Currently living out of the Sundren Comfort Inn, while he's attending the University, he was born and grew up in Aquor.
Family: Father-Marlon Grinwell, a guardsman in Aquor.
Mother-Sara Grinwell, a farmer and housewife with a temper to start flash fires.
Siblings: Larzuk- oldest brother, also a guardsman, and farmer.
Else- older sister, middle child, apprentice seamstress and helper on the farm.
Thom-youngest child, not as physically inclined as his father and older brother, goes to school to learn magic and other things to make life easier for his family.
Distinguishing traits: Innocent, naive, and VERY shy...especially around exotic people and attractive women. Has the tendancy to stutter when nervous or excited. Seeks to learn enough at school to make practical use of. Dreams of becoming a teacher at the University, perhaps even a mage of some small skill, all to help his family and, hopefully, one day start one of his own. Has a knack for using written magic, i.e. scrolls, of any nature.....sometimes. His teachers are a little worried that even though they are only teaching him arcane theories, he can somehow make divine scrolls work sometimes to.((Going for a kind of logic-based magic here. No artificers in FR so he's a wizard with a little bit of UMD for flavor.)) Has received basic militia training, and is pretty handy with a crossbow, club, staff or spear. Carries around a notebook, in which he takes down notes about EVERYTHING he sees or hears, sometimes causing him to make rather humorous misconceptions((i.r. the elven ear-pulling greeting))