Beldon Rindherder, Herald of the Lance of the Wolfen-Khan
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| Level | 2 |
| Race | Halfling |
| Class | Bard 2 |
| Armor | Studded Leather |
| Weapon(s) | Rapier and Short Bow |
| Hometown | Someplace |
Beldon?!? Yeah, I know Beldon! I rode with him a few times he was working [FRESIA LOCATION], only honest jobs of course! A hell of a worker and good on a wagon train, but there isn't much better when it comes to working beasts. Mostly he works with the dogs but I he'll keep hawks, racing hares, ponies, and exotic animals round if you'll let him. He's a big talker and a bit of a ham, but even more important he's a big spender so even them that don't like him don't mind him around. He is a loyal Rindherder and he's always looking out for his kin, even though they're a bunch of miscreants and weirdos. Some wonder if he doesn't favor the stranger ones on account of when they get picked on, he gets to fight. You can hire him on if you've got a good job, but he's picky and he doesn't work cheap unless it's for a Rindherder.
I'd be careful running with old Beldon, he's made a lot of enemies out there on the road. Of course Old Sherrif Thorm in [ALEXIA LOCATION] is still sore over that limp, and "Stuffy" Willy swears he'll hang him next he sees him, and there's another five or then lawmen with lesser greivances. But recently Beldon bit off more than he could chew with a job against the Labroy-Faimelle Livery, you know them ones that run all them roads across central Flannery? Yeah, well now he's on old Gerry's shit list and that's no place you want to be.
Yeah, I know Beldon. How you caught up with him?
Appearance
Beldon has a wide, jolly face and a mop of brownish blond hair, and he's usually smiling. You might get the impression he's not got much between the ears, and that would be right. He's got a stocky build but don't let that fool you, he can move like a wild cat, and he's as comfortable on the back of a beast as he is on his feet. He's a masterful trick rider and a fearless racer, and if you see him pushing his ride to the limit you'll see he grins like he's taken by the Dark One. He wears a sturdy, medium brim working hat and he won't let anyone touch it.
For the last year or so he's been riding with Pepper, a blue speckled mastiff allegedly bred in Hakan. He's an aggressive sprinter with a surly temprement, and Beldon has been studding him for a little cash on the side.
History
Beldon was born feral. A middling son of Ma Sparrow, he had boundless energy and not enough brains to stay out of trouble. His older brother Gerom was big and mean, and the two of them were always at it with each other. Which, frankly, Ma encourage, since when they got along they terrorized the holy hell out of their siblings. He wasn't a bad kid, although can't say all his smaller kinfolk agree, he just had too much energy. He was barely old enough when Ma put him to work, and he was quick and tireless and had a belly full of fire, and you could get him to do just about any job for hours so long as it wasn't too complicated. And the second that boy wasn't busy, he was looking for trouble.
When he was a squirt they joked he was half dog, because you get him near the kennel he would be down in the dirt running and fighting with the pups in no time. When he got older he was always out with his half-sister Yarnad, the second oldest of the clan, down in the kennels. Beldon had a wild, magical energy about him, and although you couldn't be sure he was any brighter than the dogs, they all knew he was in charge. Wasn't just the dogs he was good with, and when he got a chance to be around hawks or wild animals he was all in, spending as much time with them as he could spare. Ask him why he loved the most about wild animals he's answer without a thought, "they go fast." When he saw his first race he was hooked, and he's craved speed ever since.
Once he had those beasts to occupy his attention he just wasn't around as much, which left Gerom with nothing to do except torment the little ones. If you ask Ma, she'll tell you Beldon wasn't inclined to be a protective brother, he was just inclined to go at it with Gerom. But whatever the reason, he grew protective of his brothers and sisters, and eventually that became his nature. He was always right in the thick of it when a Rindherder was in trouble, which was a regular occurrence. He was at the front of the search party when they found Banner in that cave. To hear tell no one was surprised he was the one that found Bobwhite all those years later living on the streets in [STORY LOCATION]. Noble deeds weren't the norm, however, and mostly he was out with his no account kin picking fights and racing dogs and hustling locals in whatever town they were in.
When he came to be old enough there was really no question about whether he would be involved in Ma's less savory dealings. He could work a wagon train for days on end, he never backed down from and fight, and he could ride like the wind the second you needed him to. He's worked routes and fought the law from [ONE DISTANT STORY LOCATION] to [ANOTHER]. Beldon likes to work on his own too, be honest that kid never rested much, and that tireless ethic and lust for life has made him infamous. Doesn't help that he can't hold on to a red cent, and he's burned through a modest fortune at bars and racetracks across the land.