Gavin Windstone
Zennonaize Farmer
Do not tell Gavin that his run down barn looks like it might fall over in the next stiff breeze - even if its true. Make no comment about the ratio of weeds to crops in the rocky fields that he and his good-for-nothing daughter and son-in-law toil. And, if you know what is good for you, forget about the fact that the mule pulling a plow looks more like a goat than a beast of burden. If can ignore all of this - essentially everything that you see about Gavin's pathetic homestead - and can get over the slightly fungal aroma wafting from his scraggily iron gray beard, he has a pleasant enough home. Its really too bad the same couldn't be said about his personality, which, after his cheating harlot of a wife left him, saddled with a crying girl all those winters ago, has no real redeeming qualities. One might say that he has a sharp wit, but is a wit really sharp when it is only used to complain about ones station in life and belittle others? No, Gavin's personality would try the patience of an Arimathican nun. Its fortunately he has such a lovely home. Its just unfortunate that its along the trader route between Gartcha and Drei-Kopf. If it were a bit more remote, no one would ever meet him.
Current Location
Species
Age
Early Forties
Children
Sex
Male
Eyes
Brown and Beady
Hair
Iron Gray and Unkempt
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White and Dirty
Height
5 ft. 6 in.
Weight
150 lb.
Belief/Deity