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Kerrin the Wren of Wassail | ||||
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My younger sisters and I grew up traveling with our parents. We all moved from place to place as my parents, active historians, roamed the countryside seeking to collect stories, oral histories, folk tales, traditional songs, and ancient poetry from all who they met. It was in such a nomadic lifestyle that I grew up. Having taken an interest in my parents' work, I eventually came here to Sable City to hone my experience into usable skills as a Bard, and to see more of the world for myself. I carry myself in a rather formal posture, but I make it look both natural and comfortable. My quick eyes take in all around me, and I have a pleasant smile. My personal appearance is well-groomed. Hugging my shoulder like the most comfortable of companions is an old, worn lute that looks like it has been everywhere with me.
I am a male Kestrel, 6'3" tall, weighing 178 pounds. I have thoughtful, deep sky-blue eyes and a gracefully curved, golden yellow beak. Born on Sojourn 13, 199, I arrived in Sable City in the year 225. I molt rather regularly amongst the following feather patterns:
My constant companions are a velvet pouch and an assortment of wonderful instruments with which I play inspiring and entertaining tunes.
Click on the image below to learn more about Threshold, the world in which Kerrin resides.
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