Full name: Evan Finn Titles: Apprentice Scribe Social rank: Knight-born (technically a peasant I would guess) Job or societal position: courtly Scribe Age:20 Gender: Male Appearance: When Evan was younger, he was relentlessly bullied by his peers for having rather sharp, rodent like features, particularly with his pointed nose and smallish eyes. Most often, he would be called "Ratface" or some similarly charming appellation. To his pleasure, these features would grow less pronounced as he grew older, although not enough to shake the association with rodents. He has short unkempt hair, the color of which seemingly unable to decide between blond and light brown. His build is slight; taller than one might expect from initial descriptions. Personality: He is a fairly quiet young fellow, preferring to let others take the initiative in conversation and speaking only what he feels is necessary and only after some thought. He keeps to himself. Given how he grew up, he can be initially wary of people and holds a general disdain for physically imposing men. He'd rather avoid confrontations than try to get back at any aggressors, seeing as the amount of effort put into retaliating verbally or physically is simply not worth it. History: Simple enough, Evan is the only son of Sir Ilan Finn - a commoner turned guard turned captain of Winterhouse's guard, knighted for his distinguished service to Rikard Weade - and a maid in the keep's kitchen. When he was born, everybody expected Evan to take after his father, a stout man. But Ilan's child had been sickly, lighter than most babes when they were born. It would not be unexpected if Evan had died in infancy or even his childhood, with the harsh chill of the north. But he lived. His mother died of illness during a particularly harsh winter when Evan was barely 7. His father did his best to raise him alone, although admittedly Ilan could never bring himself to fully embrace what his weak son was. Although it was hardly Evan's fault, it was still a small shame for Ilan. His weak constitution as a boy ensured that he would never be a warrior, and rather than have him struggle with following his father's path Ilan had him placed under the care of the keep's Senior Scribe, Barnabas. Evan had no problems with the changes this brought about in his life. For one, it would mean the end of getting pushed around by the bigger boys and he would get to stay indoors. He came to greatly enjoy reading and learning. Under Barnabas' tutelage, he learned history, geography, politics, literature... In fact, his own level of education was almost on par with Rikard's children. He is set to take Barnabas' place, as the man was getting up there in the years, and his eyesight was starting to fail him. Given the nature of the Whiteland's masters, the position is somewhat superficial as the Weade preferred to take matters into their own hands, and that included letter writing, which would normally be a scribe's duty. As it was, Evan was mostly trained in record-keeping and occasionally preserving manuscripts and maps by copying them. Skills: Reading & writing, with a natural instinct for picking on subtleties and implications Dreams and fears: Once upon a time, Evan might have held dreams of becoming a knight known in all the lands for his prowess in combat and chivalrous nature. He has outgrown such desires for the most part. Now, he holds little ambition. As long as there is a warm fireplace, food at the table, and no prospect of violence, he is content. Thereby, no happiness would be gained by losing his comforts for any extended period of time. Favored equipment: Quill pens, ink and parchment. But most importantly, a sharp mind. Extra: Nothing to put here, really