Bjorn Glegan - Revision history

Bjorn Glegan: /* The Present */

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‎The Present

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 ==The Present==
-He is a man of many skills and he plies it where it is wanted.  Likely he will find work in the timber mill or such associated woodlots, preferring independent work.  Although not guild recognized, the man will also offer carpentry services.  Less well known is his willingness to handle less than legal work, having no more scruples or nobility to care for.
+He is a man of many skills and he plies it where it is wanted. Likely, he is working at the docks, but less well known is his willingness to handle less than legal work, having no more scruples or nobility to care for.
 ==Plots==

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 ==Description==
-He is a mercurial and deeply private; more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
+He is a mercurial and deeply private; more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
 He wears the simple clothes of a layman; sewn leather for use than defense.  They are well made despite, not quite a beggar or a debtor, but the bright blues have gone out of his eyes and callouses make a unique hide of his hands.  Work figures on him as plainly as a tamed horse dips its head to the bridle.  He is mostly unarmed with only a set of daggers on him.  One is conspicuous kept in his belt, surely used to carve a meal than a man, but the other is obscured beneath his jerkin, and it is a curved long-dagger with midnight black strappings so as to grip the hand as tightly as another digit.  It is a rogue's weapon, and surely not something the man expected anyone to see.

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 ==Description==
-He is a mercurial and deeply private; and more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
+He is a mercurial and deeply private; more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
 He wears the simple clothes of a layman; sewn leather for use than defense.  They are well made despite, not quite a beggar or a debtor, but the bright blues have gone out of his eyes and callouses make a unique hide of his hands.  Work figures on him as plainly as a tamed horse dips its head to the bridle.  He is mostly unarmed with only a set of daggers on him.  One is conspicuous kept in his belt, surely used to carve a meal than a man, but the other is obscured beneath his jerkin, and it is a curved long-dagger with midnight black strappings so as to grip the hand as tightly as another digit.  It is a rogue's weapon, and surely not something the man expected anyone to see.

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 ==Description==
-He is a mercurial and deeply private man who is more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
+He is a mercurial and deeply private; and more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
 He wears the simple clothes of a layman; sewn leather for use than defense.  They are well made despite, not quite a beggar or a debtor, but the bright blues have gone out of his eyes and callouses make a unique hide of his hands.  Work figures on him as plainly as a tamed horse dips its head to the bridle.  He is mostly unarmed with only a set of daggers on him.  One is conspicuous kept in his belt, surely used to carve a meal than a man, but the other is obscured beneath his jerkin, and it is a curved long-dagger with midnight black strappings so as to grip the hand as tightly as another digit.  It is a rogue's weapon, and surely not something the man expected anyone to see.

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 | title         =    Ser (formerly)
 | image1        =    bjornglegan.jpg
-| alt1          =    character portrait
+| alt1          =    <!--character portrait alt text-->
-| caption1      =    suggested portrayal
+| caption1      =    <!--character portrait caption-->
 | archetype     =    Fallen hero & Monster
 | hair_colour   =    Brown

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 | build         =    Muscular
 | features      =    Scarred right cheek
-| birth_date    =    35 (appears)
+| birth_date    =    163 AR
-| birth_place   =    Xanth Grange
+| birth_place   =    Crossroads, XG
 | death_date    =    <!--date of death-->
 | death_place   =    <!--place of death-->
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 ==Description==
-He is a mercurial and deeply private man who is more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man's got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.
+He is a mercurial and deeply private man who is more comfortable in the company of trees than his fellow man.  Stout and leanly built he is a man of no remarkable height.  Ruddy of complexion, pale somewhat, with short and unruly hair the color of suede.  His brows are hard like a hatchet's edge and his jaw hangs prominent with weathered but full cheeks and a scar that cut a pale line through the shadow of his beard.  The man has got a pugilist's demeanor, tried and wrinkled more by strife than time.  His rounded eyes, however, could be oddly soft and expressive in an otherwise rugged face.  Yet still in them was a temperamental edge that came and went as capriciously as the passing clouds.  His age is difficult to place, but the man appears to be in his mid-thirties.
 He wears the simple clothes of a layman; sewn leather for use than defense.  They are well made despite, not quite a beggar or a debtor, but the bright blues have gone out of his eyes and callouses make a unique hide of his hands.  Work figures on him as plainly as a tamed horse dips its head to the bridle.  He is mostly unarmed with only a set of daggers on him.  One is conspicuous kept in his belt, surely used to carve a meal than a man, but the other is obscured beneath his jerkin, and it is a curved long-dagger with midnight black strappings so as to grip the hand as tightly as another digit.  It is a rogue's weapon, and surely not something the man expected anyone to see.