((Plenty of assassins lurking about, I suppose I'll take a guard. XD))

Name: Kenrik Tannerson
Age: mid 20s
Race: Human
Appearance: 6' with a swath of red hair barely regulation and deep green eyes.
Weapons: Horseman's spear, shortsword and buckler, heavy crossbow. Ornery bay mare.
Personality: A cheery and exuberant sort of fellow, still too young for the world to have taken its toll, but well-grounded in the reality of the world. Fly, his horse, is a stubborn, ornery beast that likes to use her teeth, but she's stubborn as a mule and regards her rider as her two-legged foal; seeking to keep him out of the trouble he's intent on getting himself into.
Occupation: Guardsman
History: Born of common merchant stock, Kenrik grew strong hauling the hides and chemicals used in his fathers trade, and grew hearing the Guardsmen's stories of defending the streets at night. When he was of age, he took to the Guards' training like a fish to water, and was quickly passed up the ranks to become a horseman. He has yet to disappoint; well-skilled in the use of his spear. Fly is another set of ears; making it difficult to sneak up on the man, and he trusts her with his life.

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