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Florris
Florris
| Name | Florris |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Bookeeper & Scribe |
| Age | 30 years |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | The Rosethorn Apothecary |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
Florris is an unimpressive man with little body weight to boast, his stature being a narrow rectangle with a very limited body strength. He blends in easily, be it in crowds or on the side of some establishment, minding his own business as he has a tendency to do. You wouldn’t want him on your side in a fight - if you could somehow convince him - unless his given role was that of the bait. His dark brown - nearly black - hair is usually neatly combed with some thought to how it appears, keeping his forehead exposed to display an old, faded scar at his temple. His jaw is usually cleanly shaven with the occasional neglect - albeit very temporarily - for the benefit of another.
Florris’ viewpoint of his surroundings stands uncomfortably wedged between empathic and cynical, supported by a durable patience in matters of a serious nature but deteriorated by an irritability against a set of insignificant peeves. While he is a pacifist and generally avoids any manner of confrontation his fondness for drinking can at times drive sharp, inelegant verbal reactions, be it in the form of a nonsensical rant or being uncharacteristically forthcoming with the things that are on his mind.
He is, for the most part, apathetic to most of his surroundings and has a tendency to steer clear of engagement unless approached or encouraged by forces beyond his control. This distance he keeps translates into physical contact with a stronger resistance, which he shuns with a few rare exceptions here and there. |
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Background
Born and raised in Bree, Florris is the son of a shrewd merchant and is the once-upon-a-time heir to the family business known as Marcas and Elsie’s Trading Ventures or M&E in short. His upbringing in Bree was unglamorous and insignificant, performing no feats worthy of any note, especially given that M&E was barely established during his upbringing and the transient nature of his father's work left him juggled between the care of his grandparents through most of his childhood. Though absent, Marcas ensured that he provided the coin that would see Florris taught the written word and his numbers.
It wasn’t until Florris was an adult that the family business really gained grit and with it came the rewards of a comfortable home with a wanting for nothing.
Though Florris had no interest in these things by that point; neither in a big, comfortable family home nor in a profitable business with growing reach. Instead, he turned his focus toward scholarly interests, cultivating his skill as a scribe. Fully establishing himself in the role came only after spending some of the earlier years of his adulthood with his father, Marcas in order to learn the tools of the trade. His time on the road with his father had its bittersweet moments of worldly beauty but he never developed a sustained yearning for it, only the occasional sweet kiss of nostalgia.
These days Florris compromises by walking the line between working for M&E and doing his preferred scribe work in his free time. It’s not always ideal and results in an uncomfortable amount of fatigue as a consequence.
| Friends | The stars of a lonely, breezy late night. |
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| Relatives | His father, Marcas. His sort-of wife, Ruevir. |
| Rivals/Enemies | There’s little contest in being his enemy or rival. |
| Loves | Believes it’s fictitious. |
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| Hates | Pigeons but mostly flute music. |
| Motivation | To endure mortal repetition for a while longer. |
| Quotes | “No.” |
Florris's Adventures
| Din of the Dogs | 2 years 2 months ago |
