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Physical Description: Varran has mahogany brown hair cut extremely short, like a buzz cut. His hazel-green eyes are deep-set beneath a pair of no-nonsense eyebrows. Varran's nose was broken in the past, and though it has long since healed, it is still slightly askew. His height is average, but his shoulders are gaining breadth, and his arms show the muscle of someone who's worked the bellows since a young age. His skin, especially his forearms show a good number of scars from sparks, as well as larger ones earned by fighting. He dresses plainly in trousers, and a shirt that always has the sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

Personality: Varran may at first come across as a very taciturn young man. From his perspective, he prefers not to gab on about something, if he doesn't know anything about it. He becomes a great deal more animated when the topic of conversation is about smithcraft, or fighting. Aside from his disinclination towards talking, he carries himself with confidence, and tackles challenges and chores with equal determination, and at times simple mule-headed obstinacy. He possesses only a very small amount of tact, and usually has to be reminded to use it. And while Varran may have worked around fire all his life, he has a very cold temper.

History: Varran grew up with his father in the Telgar SmithcraftHall. He was apprenticed at a young age to Master Brollius, a respected Metal Smith, famous for inspiring great work ethic in his apprentices, and infamous for promoting friendly brawls among them. Varran doesn't know his mother was, and there were many rumors, some of them cruel about his origins. And while he's asked his father many, many times about his mother, he's never been able to get an answer out of him. This, combined with his father's shiftless attitude drove a wedge in between them. Varran eventually began to associate with Master Brollius as a father figure more than his flesh and blood one. Things continued along in this vein, as Varran applied himself eagerly towards walking the tables and becoming a Journeyman. To everyone that knew him, he seemed interested only in that goal. It came as a surprise then, when he was Searched, and even more so when he agreed to go.

Pets: None
Other/Talents: Brawling