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Fletmer
Fletmer Maplewood
| Name | Fletmer |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Farmhand, Shepherd |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree, or the farms around it |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Flet is a rather average-looking Bree man, sporting medium-length brown-red hair, a short, neat beard, and an easy smile. His features are also rather medium, not a hard jaw, nor large cheeks. He's simply... Average. He's always willing to chat, and it shows in his behavior, always talking with the folk in the Pony. He will often wear a grey coat, or a long, brown robe when he's working. He smells vaguely of farm animals. |
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Background
((WiP))
Flet was born in Bree, to Marcus and Heather Maplewood. He was raised on a farm, his mother being the daughter of the farmer who owned it, his father being one of the farmer's favorite stablehands. He had a fairly happy life, until his grandfather died when he was around twelve, and the bank of Bree seized the land. His family moved into Bree, and found work, but Flet missed the farm, so much that when he became old enough to work, he quickly scooped up a job at a local farm. He's been hopping from one farm to another ever since, his parents passing a few years back ((NOTICE! If you're interested in RPing a parent, please PM me in-game, or over the Archives. I will happily change that bit of backstory, as it's not relevant.))
| Loves | Ale, large farm animals, to cause a bit of a good-natured ruckus. |
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| Hates | People who are cruel for the sake of being cruel. |
| Motivation | To own his own farm |
| Quotes | So, i heard you were in the market for a large animal that enjoys wreaking havoc in small, indoor areas. |
