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Name: Owain

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Faction of Birth: Battanian, lived between Mag Arba and Inveth

Allegiance: None

Experience: Green

Feudal Rank: Commoner (kin of serfs)


Appearance: 5'7, little fat on his bones. Fair skinned, but clearly spends his days outside. Wiry, underfed and unwashed. Gray, sunken eyes neighbour his eagle's nose. His lips are thin and his mouth tight. Keeps his facial hair short. Wears his auburn hair unkempt, cut to about shoulder length. Missing part of his left ring finger (two fingerbones length). Numerous small scars pock his skin - most the result of cuts and scrapes from stalking through underbrush.


Personality: Patient, cynical and shy. Likes a drink, prefers staying away from crowds.


Talents: A decent tracker and a good shot with a longbow. Can handle a boar spear. Knows how to skin a wide variety of animals.


Biography: Owain grew up in a small village near Inveth. Born to Battanian serfs, he spent his days toiling in the fields. When Northmen came as vikings to raid the village, his parents were captured and enslaved. He survived by luck alone, having been out in the nearby copse with his childhood friends Aedmun and Lowell. The village eventually recovered, with peasants and farmers returning to work the fields. He and his friends survived by taking on work in the fields, until Owain made friends with a hunter named Bor who desired an apprentice. Bor taught him the tricks of the trade - how to track prey, use a bow and how to skin animals. Times were hard though, and the Lord of Ab Comer Castle had claimed much of the forest as his own to hunt on, and poachers were dealt with harshly. With not many options left, Owain and Bor resorted to poaching deep in the forests between Mag Arba and Inveth. They would spend long days in search of game, and whatever they caught they could sell to an unscrupulous merchant who would meet them outside Inveth if they had any meat or skins to sell. One morning, having ventured across the river between Sargot and Ab Comer Castle in pursuit of a large group of boar, they were spotted by a party of the Lord of Sargot's men, who saw them for what they were - poachers. Bor had ran, and told Owain to do the same, but he had been run down before reaching the river. As Bor swam across, he had been hit by an arrow, and had floated, limp, downriver. Owain was captured and taken to Sargot, where he now awaited his judgement behind bars. As he recalled, the punishment for poaching was hanging...


Equipment: None.


Worn: A simple, ragged, tunic. Old leather boots with worn soles, and leg wrappings.


Weapons: None; his bow and skinning knife were taken from him.


Mount: None.