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 Average height for a Human born in the South, Brann boasts a semi-athletic build, focused on dexterity rather than brute strength. His dark-brown hair is long and reaches past his shoulder-line, forcing him to more-often-than-not keep part of it tied or swept back when in the field. His short goatee compliments what would be a rather comely visage if it were not for the long, thin scar across his left cheek and another, much smaller one on his lip. His eyes are the color of midnight and one can just barely notice a chipped canine when he smiles. 

[b][u]Name[/u][/b]
Brann Aldebard

[b][u]Title[/u][/b]
The Spellsword 

[b][u]Gender [/u][/b]
Male

[b][u]Age [/u][/b]
27

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]
Light-hearted and well-meaning, one could easily dismiss Brandon as a fool at first sight due to his odd, seemingly random, remarks and tendency to make light of the situations, making jests and sarcastic remarks even when the situation at hand demands different. Indeed, his sharp tongue tends to bring him trouble, in particular with those with a short-temper with no patience for his tomfoolery. At the end of day, Brann is a kind soul, willing to lend a helping hand when needed, in particular if there is the possibility of a reward for his good deed.

[b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]
Brann was born with the gift of magic yet never really possessed the patience and discipline for fully develop this art. As a result, his powers are sub-par, capable of casting little more than the most basic of spells. What he lacks in mysticism, however, he makes up in swordsmanship, being trained to proficiently wield a small number of martial weapons, two-handed swords in particular. In time, he learned to weave a bit of magic that compliments his combat skill, a distracting flash of light, a dose of strengthening or elemental magic applied on the blade, these sort of ‘utility-spells’, as he calls them, give him a significant if a little unfair advantage in combat.  

[b][u]Skills[/u][/b]
Apart from his martial and mystical abilities, Brann is a surprisingly decent showman, utilizing small magical tricks to impress and entertain the crowd, working hand-in-hand with his ability to play the flute. His basic survival skills, such as foraging, lighting a fire and setting a camp almost make up for his rather abhorrent cooking, preferring to provide the ingredients to someone who actually knows what they are doing.  

[b][u]Gear[/u][/b]
Brann wields a standard two-handed longsword with a slightly thinner blade, made to be just a bit lighter than normal, his own versatility and magic compensating for the weapon’s initial lack in dealing heavy damage. Apart from his sword, he always has a small dagger up-handy for a number of situations. For armor he prefers to wear something more on the light-side, equipped with a chain-shirt with a light leather tunic underneath, the only bit of light-plating being present on his shoulders, gloves and greaves, leaving his head exposed as he dislikes the stiffness and vision-impairing capabilities of most helms. He also sports a hoodless, non-descript, traveler’s cloak of faded, earthly green color which has seen better days.

[b][u]Bio[/u][/b]
Brann prefers to not talk about his past, considering that his childhood was rather boring and ordinary even for someone born with the gift of magic. As a result, on the rare occasions he does discuss it, he would most likely make-up a more interesting tale with the intend of entertaining his conversation partner. In his youth he was indeed admitted to one of the institutes to learn how to wield his magical abilities yet it didn’t take long for him to become overwhelmed and eventually kick-out for his lack of focus, his teachers claiming that he would most probably never be able to weave anything beyond the basic spells. With nothing left, Brann became a wanderer for a while, managing to scrape-by a bit of income from entertaining folk with magic-based gimmicks and music before ultimately joining a small band of sell-swords for a more exciting life of adventure. He spent half a decade as a member of the Ironwood Company, learning swordsmanship, basic survival skills and even successfully implementing his meager mystical abilities in combat creating a style of combat unique to him, or so he would like to believe. Ultimately though, the life of a sell-sword was not for him as his demeanor and sharp-tongue brought him trouble with some of the more morose members, that and their penchant for not caring too much about morality made him decide that it would be better to strike on his own as an adventurer. 

Brann has been a self-styled adventurer-for-hire for the better part of a year now and has seen his fair share of action yet nothing particularly exciting and not nearly as well-paying as a mercenary contract. Perhaps this will all change after a particularly surreptitious Elven trader hired him and a number of others adventurers for what he hopes to be a fruitful expedition. Who can tell?
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