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Powell
Powell 'The Pillar' Wheatsheaf
| Name | Powell |
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| Occupation | For now, a vagrant who earns his way through bullying |
| Age | Getting on |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree and her surrounding wilderness |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | At first glance Powell is clearly an uncivilized man, and a fool, given by his shaggy mane of brown hair, mangy beard, and a doltish nonchalance. In this case, appearances are not deceiving: his common and rustic speech comes forth hoarsely and without etiquette. His height remains noteworthy among Bree-folk, though it pales to the virtues of Greater Men; nonetheless, he remains exceptionally stocky, lumbering along with heavy footfalls upon his tree-trunk legs and near deteriorated boots. Lastly, his garb appears slovenly worn and compiled from items most likely pilfered through force, adding only to his thuggish appearance. From his belt are hung two items alone: a well-worn cutter's hatchet and a badger's tail, the latter alluding to some significance.
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Background
Once Powell Wheatsheaf, now Powell The Pillar; a by-name adopted due to his stalwart manner. The only background could be offered is that, once upon a time, he was thought to be a wood-cutter from 'around The Hill'; now he's publicly scorned as the local thug in the town of Bree, lumbering around in a huff. That said, he doesn't actively seek trouble, but his lack of grace finds himself dogged by it.
Because of his stolid mindset, he is exceptionally prone to the frights of superstition, often being moved to discomfort and outright fear by worrying tales of the otherworldly, or sham curses invoked by riled people. To this end he fears greatly the rumour of radiant Elves and the folklore of Rangers; this fear is most especially applied to any outsider of Bree whom bears superior skill in sword and word-smithing.
His cowardice ultimately belies his bullish manner, and remains wide open to manipulation by those clever folk who are aligned for good or bad.
| Friends | Those more intelligent than him who can swerve his bluntness to other purposes, good or bad. |
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| Relatives | Unspecified |
| Rivals/Enemies | Clever folk; especially high-minded foreigners and do-gooders; honest guards and Rangers, if it comes to it. |
| Loves | Not being badgered. |
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| Hates | Being badgered. |
| Motivation | Have a conversation he understands, ending in received coin or ale. |
| Quotes | He probably doesn't realise he has one. Idiot man. |
