Fas infobox

Age40s
SpeciesHuman
Height??
GenderMale
OriginGaloring, Isendel
AppearedSeason 12 - Inquisition

As the Baron’s son, supposedly died in an accident in Y207, alongside his wife and child. Went into hiding and became known as the Bandit Rye. Helped the Aelorean’s Crossing kids survive after the Painted Swans invaded. Fucked off to Kharakhan and got captured by Holland Blackwood and thrown into Tyr Isendel’s dungeon, but was rescued by the witches and put on the Baron’s throne. Was Baron of Isendel at the time of the Breaking.

At a Glance

There is blue still in his eyes, despite the winter and the days from then ‘til now. It’s there in the water cupped in his hands and splashed against his face, grimaced against the cold. A hand taller than most, there is some summer still and wheat in a body shaped by seldom meals and long days in unforgiving lands and lean muscle like the roots of old trees just beneath the scars and story of his skin, as hands run through sand-hued hair no more than a finger’s length and cut by a practiced knife, made a bit darker now by the water. The linen shirt’s seen better days, but it does the job, and the wide variety of leather bits and straps home to small tools have a place on his arms and wrists. Doeskin pants find their way to sturdy boots brown and buckled and a strap of leather keeps a dagger at his thigh, while a belt is busied by pouches and small useful things. There is a beauty and a whimsy charm often on his face that belies the stains of his sorted past one might find if they look too long. The careful pass of a knife’s blade nicks the last bit of hair from his neck and jaw—good enough for now.