Welcome to Cove

Name: "JT" Jon Trent. Also known as "Morambath" (panther) to the elf kind.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 6ft
Build: Lithe muscle.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eye: Green
Home Town: Skara Brae
Occupation/Class: Woodsman/Ranger/Archer

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Personality: JT, like many of the land's woodsmen, prefers to keep himself to himself. He is not fond of being the centre of attention or being around large groups of people. He prefers the solitude of the forests and shadows and the friendship of the few that he lets get to know him.  Trent has a keen mind, he doesn't say very much but when he does it is often worth the wait.

He often wears a scarf to cover his face. He's embarrassed by his boyish features but also wishes to keep his anonymity and blend into the undergrowth and shadows whenever he can. Dark green, swirling thorn-like tattoos cover his arms, shoulders and chest.

Background: JT was born in Skara Brae. His parents were quite old when he was born and a local Ranger named Martin SureFoot quickly took JT under his wing. Martin taught him the ways of a Ranger, stealth, swiftness, archery, tracking as well as the lore of the forests and animals therein, but JT also worked hard to learn the trade of a lumberjack, his father's profession.

Aged 16, JT along with Martin SureFoot joined the Royal Marksman Regiment as trackers. His parents now infirm JT needed the pay to keep them and it was a chance to see more of the world and learn a little from the elves that dwell around Trinsic. He earned the nickname "Morambath" or "panther" from them due to his swiftness of foot and with a bow along with his ability to blend into the shadows.

Trent saw some action with the Royal Marksman during skirmishes with the rebels, shortly before his mentor disappeared. No sight nor sound could be found of Martin, though rumours and whispers around the elven quarter of Trinsic had him falling foul of the Drow, causing JT to develop an intense dislike of the dark elves.
 
Not long after JT resigned from the Marksmen and returned home to Skara. Work was scarce though and after two years of endless toil JT decided to try and find work further afield, eventually finding his way to Cove.

Present Day: He never thought he would sign up for the army again, but it was the only way JT could earn enough to keep his parents looked after. The pay in Cove was good and he felt at home in the forests of the Shire and peaks of the surrounding mountains.

He served in the Covian army and also as a mercenary in The Company, during some bleak times, where Cove's harvests failed, the treasure empty and his own personal loss of his parents passing away. He served with distinction during the Vesper Civil War and he rejoined the Covian army when it was reformed, as he had little to go back to in either Skara or Trinsic.

Cove was his home now and even when many left for the colonies abroad, during another harsh time for the town, JT stayed in the shire, always in the shadows. Always watching, always waiting. For his fellows to return once more.