Editing TORDOM:Huff

;Huff Covington
: '''Culture:''' Barding (Gifted Senses Background) 
: '''Standard of Living:''' Prosperous
: '''Cultural blessing:''' Stout Hearted
: '''Calling:''' Wanderer '''Shadow weakness:''' Wandering Madness
: '''Specialties:''' Smith Craft, Woodwright, Folk Lore
: '''Distinctive features:''' True-Hearted, Wary
: '''Body:''' 6 '''Heart:''' 6 '''Wits:''' 2
: '''Body (favoured):''' 9 '''Heart (favoured)''': 7 '''Wits (favoured):''' 4

-Common Skills-
{| border="2" cellpadding="15"
! Body
! Heart
! Wits 
! 
|- align="left"
| Awe 1 || ''Inspire'' 2 || Persuade 3 || Personality 
|-
| Athletics 2 || Travel 2 || Stealth 0 || Movement •••
|-
| Awareness 0 || Insight 2 || ''Search'' 1 || Perception •
|-
| Explore 2 || Healing 0 || ''Hunting'' 0 || Survival
|-
| Song 1 || ''Courtesy'' 2 || Riddle 0 || Custom •
|-
| Craft 1 || Battle 2 || Lore 1 || Vocation
|}

-Weapon Skills-
* ''Great Bow:'' 3
* Dagger: 1
* Spear: 1

-Rewards-: 

-Virtues-:
* Fierce Shot
* King's Men

-Gear-
* Great Bow '''damage:''' 7 '''edge:''' 10 '''injury:''' 16 '''enc:''' 3
* Dagger '''damage:''' 3 '''edge:''' G '''injury:''' 12 '''enc:''' 0

;Fatigue & Endurance
:'''Endurance:''' 21 '''Starting Endurance:''' 31
:'''Fatigue from Encumbrance:''' 3 '''Fatigue from Travel:''' 8 '''Total Fatigue:''' 11
:'''Default Journey Role:''' undeclared

; Hope & Shadow
: '''Hope:''' 11 '''Starting Hope:''' 14 
: '''Temporary Shadow:''' 3 '''Permanent Shadow:''' 0 '''Total Shadow:''' 3 
: '''Fellowship Focus:''' undeclared
: '''Eye Awareness:''' 6 '''Starting Eye Awareness:''' 4 '''Hunt Threshold:''' 16

; Protection & Damage
: '''Armour:''' 0 '''Headgear:''' 0 
: '''Parry:''' 2 
: '''Damage:''' 3 (+6)  '''Ranged:''' 7 (+9)

; Experience & Advancement
: '''Wisdom:''' 3 '''Valour:''' 1 
: '''Experience:''' 0 '''Total Experience:''' 14 (includes 10 pts of prior xp) 
: '''Fellowship:''' 9 '''Advancement:''' 0 '''Treasure:''' 0 '''Standing:''' 0 

'''Background'''

When Lord Kovvintung, Lord of Ironhold, on his 21st birthday, announced his desire to seek the hand of Lady Ermand down the river, it was not unexpected. The crown-prince was the stuff of storybook pulp; dark haired and mysterious, charming, calm and wealthy. He was any woman’s dream to marry.

And when, Lady Ermand, reared almost from birth, as it were, to be his bride, received his engagement, it was not unexpected. She was his equal in beauty and grace, with long blonde hair that seemed to flow and move of it’s own will, and deep blue eyes that could stop the hardest sailor dead in his tracks.

And when their wedding day was sunny, perfect, and musical, picture perfect in every possible way, it was not unexpected. It was a day that was almost surreal; the cleaving of 2 noble families, the gala which saw everyone dancing and cheering, and the newlyweds riding off into the sunset on a silver-maned horse.

And when the couple welcomed their first son into the world….what they got was...unexpected. So ugly and gangly was the son, that the midwife, upon delivery, remarked “Lady Ermand, I have delivered many babes into this world, but yours is with all certainty the most unhandsome troll I can recount.” And when the newborn was held up by his feet and his father looked upon him, the only word that could escape his lips was a disgruntled “Huh…” which had the unfortunate timing of being the word spoken in answer to the royal genealogist’s most recent question “What shall you name your son, my Lord?” Thus, the misheard name of “Huff” was recorded, and the litany of disappointments only grew from there.

So unlike father or mother, in fact, was Huff, that it was certain the Lady had been unfaithful. The marriage recovered from such rumors, and in fact from all the other embarrassing moments that Huff subjected them to, rather unknowingly, in his youth. The boy, quite simply, was an idiot, from the get-go. He had trouble with his bathroom training; was slow to speak, slow to understand and in every possible situation requiring social grace, Huff performed to the opposite. “ Math, histories, art and music all have eluded him with immeasurable aplomb, but the boy has performed admirably in flatulence, crotch-picking, nose-picking, and drooling” the family’s tutor testified on many an occasion.

To their great credit, the boy’s parents suffered his behavior with much patience. After several years, it was decided that they should simply give up grooming the first-born, and try again. And so, Huff’s education took a back seat and the Baron and Baroness of Fenland produced several other heirs; new material with which they could work to produce more capable and successful progenitors. It’s not that Huff was neglected or abused, but simply that his refinement and grooming for nobility were completely given up on. He was left to pursue his own interests, and this led him in the direction of archery.

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