Name: Crale Serventus
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Physical description: Crale stands at 6 feet in height, he is of medium build with well defined muscles due to his lifetime of training and performing many labours for the other villagers. He inherited his rugged looks from his father and also has the man's strong jawline and dark hair. A neatly trimmed goatee and mustache adorn his face and his hair is almost always unkempt or windswept. Crale's eyes are a deep green, his mother's eyes. He is considered quite handsome by most of the maidens in his village although none of them would ever dream of approaching him. A small crescent shaped scar mars his lower lip, the result of not reacting fast enough to a sword thrust.

Personal history: Living in the village of Andor, a small but vibrant place laying along the western edge of Elinor, where his father is the Mayor. Crale grew up amongst simple folk, fishermen, herdsmen, tanners and farmers. He was however, a man of noble birth, Gregor Serventus, Crale's father, was a former Knight of the crown, he had retired to Andor after a hunting accident had left him blind in one eye and needing the use of a cane to walk with. Crale had a very intense upbringing, he was educated by both his mother and father in history, learning to read and write, which quite a number of villagers did not know how to do. He was instructed in herbology by his mother's handmaiden. Gregor not only oversaw his only son's education but also saw too it that the boy was trained in the arts of weaponry and horseplay. Crale was a natural, almost any weapon he picked up he was a natural with, he favoured the sword and shield, the armaments of the old Knights. His horse riding was by no means superb, but he made do.
 The only downside to Crale's childhood was the fact that he was almost always alone, his father was very strict and somewhat of an elitist. He believed that Crale should not mingle with the "commoners", something that Crale hated, it was one of the only things they could never agree on. Crale would often help fishermen, farmers and the tanners with their everyday labours, something else that did not sit right with Gregor. 
He would often go on hunting trips with some of the more adventurous youths, he even came up with the idea of a militia of sorts so that the villagers had some protection from roving animals or the occasional bandit. His father seemed to be happy with this as he was once again called into action to oversee the training. All in all it was an almost ideallic life, until his father began to hear rumours from the north.

Character traits: Charming, easy-going, honorable, loyal but inexperienced in real combat. Some would say that he is Naive because of his youth and somewhat sheltered life. 

Skills: 

 Highly trained in the use of his longsword and shield, wielding both from an early age.
 Competent archer and hand to hand combatant.
 Decent fisherman.
 Has limited training in field medicine (can apply basic ministrations such as bandaging wounds)
 Trained in herbal lore by his mother's handmaiden, is able to identify which herbs are safe to use as poultices or salves to coat wounds.