Name: Sven Nealson
Maybe a little better looking than this guy but same style clothes and gear.
Bio:Sven was born in the far north of Iligesia in a little river town called Jacksons ford. At a young age it was found had a talent for all things musical, he could play fiddles, lutes, flutes, guitars, and even the thing the shepherds called bag pipes with almost contemptuous ease, his voice wasn't something to laugh at ether. Needless to say his mother, the local tavern keeper, was ecstatic she had a musician and she didn't even need to pay him, his father, the mayor of Jacksons ford, was less excited but was supportive nonetheless. By the age of ten he was performing pieces that could, and often did, bring the whole room to tears and then have them rolling with laughter the next minute, by age fifteen he was writing his own songs some of witch have become very popular, nothing lasts forever though and eventually Sven ran out of inspiration in his dreary little backwater town.
On the day of his sixteenth birthday, as was the custom, he was given the opportunity to ask a favor from the leaders council of the village, everyone expected him to ask for a loan to build a house or for one of the local girls hand in marriage, but he just wanted a pair of good walking boots and a patchwork cloak. The council members were confused but gave him what he wanted, and that night leaving only a note and cold draft he left Jacksons Ford and didn't look back.
For the past four years Svens been roaming from place to place looking for and sometimes finding inspiration all over Iligesia, he found work and food where and when he could, sometimes in a tavern or roadside inn, sometimes less honest jobs with groups of bandits or sell swords, but he never stayed because he quickly lost interest and moved on in search of more inspiration for his music.
Personality: Sven is a born showmen, charismatic, driven, smart, funny, just the kinda guy people enjoy being around. That being said if hes not performing he does a complete u-turn and becomes serious and analytical never wanting to go into something without a plan. He carry's his lute and flute everywhere and is absolutely obsessed with finding and creating new songs or tales to rival the great bards of history.
Weapons: He really doesn't care for fighting or violence of any sort but when forced to defend himself he relies on his speed and an unusual sword, that he wears slung across his back hidden by his patchwork cloak, along with an assortment of knives.
Animal: Sven doesn't really 'get along' with animals but he has always had a fascination with song birds, all of them!