[Appearance:]

Name : Fiddrik Halfnote
Race : Human
Age : Late twenties
Height : 5'8
Weight : 200lbs
Eyes : Blue
Hair : Blond
Birthplace : Britain

Appearance:
Fiddrik has been  called a lot of things, but words like Imposing,Fearsome or deadly has never been uttered.
With the philosophy that you can only run a predetermined distance during your life,Fiddrik saves those valuable yards for when his life depends upon it, resulting in a body with a little more than a hint of a belly.
Shoulder length blond hair is being kept in a ponytail in the neck,more for keeping it out of his face than for the looks.
Having pale skin that sunburn and blister easily,Fiddrik has developed a taste for extravagant large hats.

Personality:
Music is the life of Fiddrik, self proclaimed troubadour and poet.
Imagination and self-ignorance is his weapon and shield.
He sees himself in the future as a prominent Bard..Known throughout the land,playing for nobles and voluptuous women ready to throw themselves at the Lord of Bards!

With a overdeveloped imagination, nothing scares Fiddrik more than Fiddrik himself.
Curious of nature,he is not a  coward..But danger has a way of building momentum inside his own mind.



Background
Orphaned or abandoned,Fiddrik was adopted or "hired" by a stable in britain.
Most of his earliest memories has something with horsedung in it..shuffling dung,the smell of dung..

But his most prized memory is clear as day,with no hint of any horse dung in it.
He was four or five years old,and a travelling menagerie had put up camp not far from the stables..They had all kinds of exotic animals..and a brightly coloured Troubadour with a majestetic hat and pointy shoes.
Fiddrik had hid in the bushes..as close to the divine being of song and melody as he dared,listening to the troubadour practicing his songs and tuning his lute..
And he was forever changed..
He had been punished that night for abandoning his chores,the stableman putting some extra effort into it when Fiddrik failed to whimper..
But Fiddrik felt not a thing..All he could hear and think about was the flute..