Recruitment day: 2001-03-01

Appearance: Griffith is a young man who has seen a lot of the world already. His hair is receding, but it doesn't really bother him. He isn't very tall, and he looks broad shouldered because of the plate arms. He always wears his Jeagar gray uniform. He has a small moustache in the same blond color of the hair he has left. He often doesn't have his gloves on, he doesn't like to heave sweaty hands.

Work-description: Currently he is one of Duke Lewis Jeagar's personal guards in the Guardsmen militia. Most of the time he spends patrolling, if there are not enough men to form a patrol he collects some resources or he drinks an ale in the tavern.

Personality: He likes his life a lot and always tries to make the best of it. Often he is smiling and he appreciates a good joke. He believes everything can be solved with reason, and he doesn't like to use force. If there is a tourney somewhere he will always be fighting in it. He always carries a large amount of weapons with him, but he doesn't know why. When somebody asks him a favor he will do anything he can, as long as he believes it is a good thing to do. He tries to hold his temper all the time, and most of the time he succeeds, but when you start mocking him he can become unreasonable. He likes it when he is treated with some respect, although nobody has to call him 'Sir'.

Background: Griffith was the youngest of three surviving sons of a Yew lumberjack. He was supposed to become one too, but he seemed to spend most of he youth hiding away from work. When we grew up he decided to run away from home. After a few days he came across a ruined farm. The bodies of the family lay mutilated on the floor. Crude symbols on the walls indicated the work of Orcs. It was then that Griffith decided he would join the guard.

Alignment: Lawful Good -

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Quote: " The militia always prevails!"

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