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[*] Height: 6 feet 3 inches
[*] Weight: 150lbs
[*] Eye Color: Blue/Grey
[*] Hair Color: Black
[*] Scars: He has various small scars on his arms and hands, both from incidents during training as well as some from small injuries he got while working at the forge. He also has a log thin scar on the left side of his nose - a remainder of when he was separated from his family.
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[b]Name:[/b] Aron

[b]Race:[/b] Variant Human

[b]Class:[/b] Fighter Banneret

[b]Background:[/b] Guild Artisan

[b]Character Sheet Link:[/b] [url]https://dicecloud.com/character/MsY9YGyFt9vphQ8ij/Aron[/url]

[b]Likes and Dislikes:[/b] (at least two things of each) Aron loves a good story above anything, especially when told by a compelling story teller. He is also fond of spending the night under the stars, cuisine of the spicy variety and can appreciate the craftsmanship of well-made weapons and armor. 
He's not overly fond of sweet food, dislikes it when someone takes advantage of others, has a slight phobia of horses and he hates dressing up/overly formal situations, preferring comfort and simplicity over anything else. 

[b]Backstory:[/b] Seperated from his family at the age of five when he fell from the ship they were traveling on during a horrible storm, Aron was pulled aboard the ship of a group of traveling merchants. They had planned on sending him to an orphanage once they reached shore, but the captain of the ship called in a favor with an old friend. Which is how Ilsur, a dwarven smith in the small town they docked at, gained a new apprentice. It was rough-going at first, them having to adjust to each-other, but eventually they bonded, the old dwarf finally having someone to tell stories to about his adventuring days. Aron loved hearing his guardian's stories of adventure and as he grew, often went out to try and create ones of his own - which more often than not, led to him getting himself into stupid situations/causing trouble. In order to stop his fool apprentice from burning down the town, Ilsur started giving him fighting lessons whenever they weren't working at the forge, hoping to leave him too tired for anything other than sleep. Surprisingly enough, Aron showed promise for the blade and when he was fifteen, forged his first personal sword by himself. His feet has become restless though, his gaze traveling ever outwards, so once he reached twenty one, Ilsur helped him with the necessary preparations, before telling him to get out and not to come back without at least one story to tell. He has since been traveling for three years and loving every second of it. He was planning on stopping by Ilsur's forge, to check up on the old fellow, before heading out once more.