Rhonan

"It's a wonder to me, I still don't understand why I ever survived to be old with a heart full of holes."

### Major Flaws

Elderly, so not as fast nor strong as he used to be.

### Minor Flaws

Lonesome and distant. Speaks his mind when maybe he oughtn’t.

### Habits

Works by day, can be found at a pub at night. Enjoys a pipe no matter what he’s doing.

## Description

Rhonan is a tall, weathered-looking man of advancing years, with a body of one who has worked hard and tirelessly for most of them. Wiry strong arms and legs, a slight gut, large hands. His body bears the reminders of the brief border wars he fought in his youth, but his face bears a gruesome injury that necessitates an eyepatch.

### Arms

A large utilitarian bushknife (falcata), and a cavalry bow.

## History

His had been a long life of honest, hard work. He did not marry young, but even still he and Marje brought up their twin boys, Tomas and Samuel, and their youngest daughter Winifred. A good life. An honest one, a blessed one, but not one without its tragedies and hardships. He followed his sons to the border wars that they were obligated to fight in, and returned without them. Something in Marje changed then; like a little fire went out. The following winter’s sickness claimed her, as though unwilling to fight it. Perhaps, Rhonan suspected, her soul could only hear the calls of her boys from beyond. What good mother could refuse? So, it had been Rhonan and his daughter left for the longest of times, until that unholy war began. They were both caught up in the exodus, Rhonan more concerned for Wini than anyone, even himself. The trail of refugees were beset by the plague of demonic spiders, and the most of them barely survived until the armies of King Amres could come to their aid. Rhonan had been injured badly, and Wini had been envenomated. At last they made it though the portal, and Rhonan, and any healer worth their salt, did what they could to save Wini’s life, but to no avail… That was some time ago. He tries to not think of it so much. A cold comfort was that he could have been with her in the end, and she knew she was as safe as she was doomed. She went peacefully. And now, it is for Rhonan to do likewise — go peacefully, and for what years he had left, to live them as well as he might. After all, it won’t be long, he figured. Soon, he will be with his family again.

### Skills

Rhonan is an able tracker and a good hunter, but a better craftsman and farmer, with a love for growing things and brewing drinks.

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Being the old man that he is, he can’t be relied upon to march into wars or fight monsters. He generally stays out of peoples businesses, and won’t mind telling people where to go when they pry into his. Foul-mouthed, and lacks decorum. Does not suffer fools gladly.

## Personality

Rhonan is a quiet, hard-working man. He tries to be useful. Stand-offish at first, he carries with him a large, saddened burden that seems to weigh his shoulders more than any workload he assumes. He's not one afraid to speak his mind, but that's only if it something to care about; otherwise, he tries to stay out of people's affairs and minds his own business. However, if someone works their way into his good graces, he is a loyal and giving friend, willing to listen.

### Beliefs

A nay-theist at heart, generally distrusts people of and in power, admires people with a good work-ethic, judges people on what they do.

### Relationships

None at present, save those in his village.