Name: Killian Brume
Nicknames: Boy, Fool, Poor thing.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: "the blacksmith's boy", blacksmith's apprentice

Family:
Declan Brume, father, cobbler [40]
Emilia Brume, mother [36]
Staden Brume, brother [20]
Marya Brume, sister [15]
Ennis Brume, uncle, blacksmith [42]
Shona Brume, aunt [40]

Appearance: Killian is fairly tall already (nearing 6') and shoulders are pretty wide, but he has the potential to be a truly Big Man, once he's outgrown the phase he's in now, where his arms and legs simply look too long for the rest of him. Hair that's an unremarkable shade of brown is just a little too long and often shags into eyes that are, by contrast, a very remarkable stormy grey.

He's not strikingly handsome; he won't set dogs howling. He just gets by. His clothes are far and away more functional than stylish, but well-made for all that. He is often smiling, and seems not at all impaired by the small burn scars or thick calluses on his hands.

Personality: Killian is a friendly young man. He is polite and respectful. He has an excellent sense of humor and a very broad streak of generosity.

The main problem with Killian is that he's just a little... slow.

That's not to say he's stupid. He's really very clever. He's just not mentally quick. He may need to be told a joke a few times before he gets the punchline, but eventually he'll laugh. He may take longer to answer a question than is comfortable to the asker, but an answer will eventually come. His mother claims he's not simple-minded, but a very careful thinker.

His older brother thinks he's thick as clay.

What he is for certain is loyal to a fault and an extremely dedicated worker. He has an affinity for work with the hammer and anvil and since his uncle had no children, was a natural choice for apprenticing. In modern parlance, he might be called obsessive, as he will labor over a single project from dawn til well into the evening, if given the time and leave. He turns out fine tools, though, and his uncle even claims that one day, soon, he may be the better weaponsmith.

But if he's rushed, he's easily overwhelmed and very gullible. Rush up to him in a panic and tell him the sky is falling, and he will very likely believe you, then run off in terror to tell anyone he can find. Ask the local gang of troublemakers how they know.