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Full name:
Graum Trolle

Age:
Mid twenties

Place of birth:
Border of Yew and West Altmere

Appearance:
   Graum is shaggy, rough and wild and stands just above average height, wiry and well built from a life of hard work in the forest. His clothing is worn and has been patched up time and time again. Smelling of dirt and the woods, his hair a mess and face unshaven, and his lips always curled into a cheerful and impish smile. Whenever in uniform Graum can't help but look just a little bit out of place.

Personality:
   Graum has spent most of his life in the forest, working by himself, and as such is not always comfortable in social situations and can at first appear shy, while in fact he is just unused to such things. He is a man of sharp wit, despite a near complete lack of education, and a man of deep faith and strong determination. He takes great pride in his work, and very much enjoys doing his best to be good at it. To those he befriends he is also a most loyal companion, although he rarely does get too close to those around him otherwise.

History:
   Born far out into the woods of the border between Yew and West Altmere Graum spent his days in the forest from the time he was old enough to walk. His father was a trapper and a fur trader, while his mother cared for Graum and his siblings at home. Growing up Graum was always very content with his life and with his home, while his older siblings moved away one after another. He never understood his brothers' and sister's desire to leave and go somewhere else. He never understood their talk of going to "the city". Graum was content and happy in the forest.
   As he grew up he learned to hunt, and worked with his father in the woods to help support the family. He never quite had his father's talent for it though, and was always just a little too absent-minded to really do a great job, but he was a very eager worker none the less.
   The northern forests were always dangerous, but they were so familiar to Graum that he never felt worried there. That is, until very recently... The wind seemed to howl just a little bit louder, the darkness seemed just a little bit darker, and well... Things were just not right. Something was unleashed in the woods. Others sensed it too, and it wasn't long before their neighbours were moving away. Graum had nowhere else to go, no other skills or plans to really offer him many options, so he decided to take the last way out that any young man had... He had to enlist!