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[color=8B4513][u][b]Lannis Tyrel[/b][/u][/color]
[color=silver][sup]Eighteen /\ Miller's Son /\ Brown Hair, Green Eyes /\ Sixty Nine Inches[/sup][/color]
[color=gray][sup]"...and wasn't it you who said I needed peace..."[/sup] [/color] [/center]

[B]HISTORY[/b]
[color=silver]Lannis has always been a little slow of thought, or so his father told everyone.  He was never thought to read, or write, but he knew his calculations well enough and could find his way around a map.  He was raised to follow in his father's footstep and take over the mill when his father passed, but in his heart, Lannis had always wanted to be a scout for the king, or a hired guide for those unaccustomed to the area.  He thought himself how to read a map, how to use a bow to hunt game, a few snares, and the lay of the land within a day's ride in all directions.  [/color]