Thedrin Ashewake

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Height: 6'
Weight: 175 lbs
Age: 27
Race: Tiefling (Demon)

Appearance
    Thedrin stands at a respectable height with a well toned and muscled frame, his head always turned ever so slightly skyward so that his eyes that glimmer like golden pools can look down at his lessers.  His skin is normally fair but his time in the town of Telan has burnished it to a decent tan from the time spent outdoors.  Besides the eyes, his demonic heritage is made known through fine smooth red scales that accentuate his features at his neck, shoulders, and hips, and most remarkably through the twin horns sprouting from his forehead and the long thin tail emerging just above his buttocks.  He tends to keep this last feature wrapped around his waist to keep it out of the way but is not opposed to its use as another natural appendage, finding the discomfort of the common folk to simply be due to a lack of proper culture and education.

     As far as dress goes, he tries to wear the finest clothes he can manage in any given situation.  Ideally an imperial blue or vermilion with a gold trim but as the fund he left Albion with has dwindled, he has tried to make due with simpler garb.  Well fitted leather pants and a white silk shirt under a doublet is mostly what he has turned to in his exile.

Personality
     Thedrin is of noble birth and he makes sure all around him know that.  Despite his lack of title, inheritance, wealth, lands, merits, or fame he still demands the respect that one of such noble birth as his own should, in his eyes at least, deserve.  Any who lack a proper lineage are beneath him and meant to serve their great and mighty protectors: the nobility.  Their pitiable lives will support him as he defends them against the horrors of the uncivilized wilds.  As they say: noblesse oblige!

Biography
     A barren wife, a desperate house, a demonic pact, a moment of love and lust, these were the circumstances of Thedrin's birth.  Not the most outlandish tale among the aristocracy of Albion, a place where money and power allow even those untalented in the arcane arts access to the gifts of magic.  Of course, as with all demonic deals, there was a downside to the house of Ashewake's gambit to ensure the survival of their lineage.  Gifted with twins, one was the obvious successor: hansom, smart, obedient.  The other was cursed with the proof of the house's pact: crimson horns, a lashing tail, and eyes like gold, hardly the makings of a lord.  Thus they were set aside, perhaps useful later to form an alliance through marriage or some other non-inheriting sons uses. 

     Eventually, Thedrin was arranged to have a knighthood when his strength and blessed might became known and he was further trained in the martial ways as he grew into a young man.  And then the family's great plans came crashing off a bridge and into the river.  Scandal, whispered throughout the upper echelons of Albion's like a fuse tracing its way to the powder keg, came to the house of Ashewake.  Sure, a noble's son traipsing around a brothel or ten was hardly a scandal, after all what else would a horny young man waiting in line for succession do with all their money and time?  But they often knew to keep their dalliances to the professional class and not in the bedchamber of a duke's daughter.  And the gall of that second son to strike a higher noble in the process of escaping the manor.  Exile to a foreign land and loss of any claim to their inheritance was the least they could do to make up for such a black mark.  Maybe distant uncle Bregan in Thuinich could help.  He has a manor in some town called Telan where he raised horses as a hobby.  Someone, specifically someone who might have dishonored the daughter of a duke, could go look after the property as a favor to their dear uncle to make this problem go far away, as far as Telan you could say.

Ideals
Honor, Nobility, Justice, Etiquette

Bonds
Uncle Bregan

Flaws
Arrogance, Ignorance, Ambitions, Likes the ladies too much

Long Term Goal/Quest
Reinstate himself and acquire a noble title truly fitting one such as himself.

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[info]Lvl 2 HP[blockquote]Rolled 1d10 : 8, total 8[/blockquote][/info]

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[info]HP roll[blockquote]Rolled 1d10 : 5, total 5[/blockquote][/info]

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[info]Level 3 HP roll: 5 (see Cecelia's thread for roll)[/info]