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~ ROWAN ALDEENAS ~ (row--in) (AL--dee--nEHs) * AGE: 17 * GENDER: Female * COMPANY: Works for Hawke, a known boss across numerous kingdoms, running camps, targeting towns, thefts, heists, assasinations, and even one of the most famous plans in history made all because of Hawke. * APPEREANCE: Dark brown hair reaching down to her mid back, usually pulled into a braid. She has a soft jaw with tanned skin from missions, a large scar running across her face from an old exchange way back when. Moderate brows, with icy blue eyes holding a sea behind them. Her clothing typically consists of a tunic, pants with a belt looped through, holding numerous patches of poison and sheaths for weapons. Always wears a hood outside of camp, tugging it over her head to push her face into shadows. On others, she'll wear a gator, the fabric covering over her mouth and nose, making her somewhat unreckognizable. *
WEAPONS: Two long blades, a sword, numerous small knives sheathed everywhere (boots, belt, shirt, one in her hair.) . Always has a cross bow slung over her shoulder, a pouch of bolts on her hip. Also has a hidden blade on her right wrist, activating it discreetly and taking out targets without anybody realizing. *
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Rowan is reserved, and guarded, mainly from being raised that way. She's loyal to Hawke, and would never betray him for anything. Hard to trust, hard to gain her trust. |
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Name: Benjamin Age: 21 Appearance: french, short black low tapper fade, green emerald eyes, slight tan. Tattoos from stomach up to his neck. Personality: flirt, rude, cold, quiet has a war horse. Horse appearance and name: Broken Feather, Feather was a dark blue roan gelding standing at 17hands he was about 6 years old his mane was long, reaching down to his shoulder. He has four socks on each leg reaching up to his knee area. His left eye was blue and right eye was brown with a splash of blue. His face had been scarred up due to past abuse. He has a skull brand right on the right side of his face he has a long white blaze running down from his forehead to the top of his nose. |
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Late night around 1 am, Benjamin sat at a table drowning himself in booze. He had just finished setting his new house up jus a couple of hours ago. Benjamin kept ordering rounds, the bartender eventually speaking "Alright man, that's probably enough. You should get going back to your woman" Benjamin looked up, a small grin tugges on the corners of his mouth. "I don't have a woman, tho one to lay down would be quite the fun" His words slurred together yet Benjamin still chuckled at himself, others finding his joke inappropriate and disrespectful to women. Benjamin leaned back in his chair taking another small sip of his final glass of tequila, he set the glass down scanning the room before getting up. His words slurred together as he cursed in French, he shook his head before stumbling out of the bar. Benjamin smoke a cigar as he walked down the road towards his house, there to greet him was Feather the young gelding stomped towards Benjamin, his tall figure towering over Ben. "Bonjour, I'm headed to bed buddy" his accent creeping through each word as he patted Feather on the shoulder before heading inside. Ben flopped onto the coach as he groaned, his dog Lance trotting up on excitement. "Oh go away you filthy thing" Benjamin pushed Lance away before curling up into a blanket. Outside the crickets chirped it was a peaceful night for most, Benjamins eyes grew heavy as he rolled over onto his side. He grabbed the glass of water that was left on the table, a small ring left on the table as he picked it up. Benjamin took a small sip before the glass suddenly dropped and shattered. Benjamin stared at it cluelessly, he laid his head onto the pillow. The slight sound of the crickets chirping, the wind blowing had Benjamin to sleep in seconds. |
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Daytime Flurries, Clearing Overnight
