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[sup][color=BBB191][u]Frey[/u] [u]Eklund[/u] ::[/color] [color=9B9172]"Oak Lord"[/color][/sup]
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[indent][indent][sup][color=9B9172][b]Name ::[/b] Frey Eklund
[b]Age ::[/b] 27
[b]Gender ::[/b] Male
[b]Class ::[/b] Warrior
[b]Likes ::[/b] Horses, Sailing, Autumn, Hunting, Music
[b]Dislikes ::[/b] Frailty, Winter, Cats, Small Children[/color][/sup][/indent][/indent]
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[center][color=9B9172][sub][b]Appearance ::[/b][/sub]
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[indent][indent][color=BBB191]Frey is a large man. Standing roughly 6'2", he's a head taller than the majority of his male cohort, and probably stronger to boot. Years of both hunting and training as a fighter have made him tough and sinewy and he has developed a distaste for perceived weakness in others. His shoulders are broad, and his arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. His hands are rough from use and gifted with both sword and spear.

He could not be described as particularly handsome, but neither is he ugly--an odd mixture of roughness and masculine grace. His dark hair is kept short on the sides and long on the top, tied back out of his way. His beard, in contrast with his brunette locks, is bright red and medium length. His eyes are sharp and cold and hazel green, frequently narrowed and rarely widened in surprise. His nose is slightly crooked from an injury he sustained as a child. A scar runs down the right side of his head and down along his cheek and jaw.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[center][color=9B9172][sub][b]Synopsis ::[/b][/sub]
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[indent][indent][color=BBB191]Frey is not friendly. To be frank, he is rather [b][i]cold[/i][/b] and [b][i]distant[/i][/b] and is not popular in his village. People grudgingly respect him for his skill in both hunting and fighting, but no one is in a hurry to make friendly conversation with him. He is [b][i]laconic[/i][/b], preferring not to add words where none are needed, and [b][i]solitary[/i][/b]. He lives apart from his village in his family's homestead and rarely leaves it save to go up into the woodland or mountains.

Had anyone attempted to get to know him, they would find that he is surprisingly [b][i]intelligent[/i][/b] and quite [b][i]snarky[/i][/b] when given the opportunity. His standoffish nature is mostly born of, astonishingly, shyness and reserve. Women, in particular, intimidate him.[/color]
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[center][color=9B9172][sub][b]History ::[/b][/sub]
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[indent][indent][color=BBB191]Frey is the eldest son of a farmer. He has two younger siblings, a sister and a brother, as well as a doting, affectionate mother. His father raised him with the idea that he would ultimately take over the farm and continue planting, and grew angry when Frey choose a different path--that of a fighter. A warrior at heart, Frey left home as a young teen to become a soldier and did not return until very recently, by now a seasoned killer. His father and mother, grudgingly proud of their eldest child, encouraged him to participate in the May Day celebrations in an effort to nudge him out of his carefully made shell.[/color]
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