Character Sheet for Varen
Background/History
Once, his name rang through legends — the warrior who single-handedly repelled a swamp harpy attack. He was younger then, fierier, and his face was yet untouched by that now-famous scar. But over time, Varen came to understand: strength isn't just in claws and fangs — it’s in care, in the ability to offer others safety.
Now, he herds a small flock of golden-fleeced sheep grazing at the foot of the mountains, not far from the clan’s den. He knows each one by name and by voice, grumbles if one strays, and chuckles when the little ones wrestle over a scrap of hay.
But don’t be fooled by his cozy life.
Varen is the clan’s chieftain — and no one questions his word. He doesn’t shout — he speaks, and they listen. He doesn’t punish — but his gaze alone can freeze even the most unruly. He leads with wisdom, humor, and kindness, but when danger comes, he becomes a beast, ready to protect his kin. His scar? A reminder of his last battle — when he faced a cinder wyvern alone to save his daughter.
“The Big Bite”
A quiet lakeside at the foot of the hills. Early morning. The pasture hums softly in the distance; the sheep bleat gently.
Soft lapping of water, a breeze, birdsong.
Varen (smiling, stretching):
— Heh... Now this is the life. No fuss, no politics — just me, my rod, and the best catch of all: peace and quiet.
He lowers himself by the shore with a creaky grunt, adjusts his hat, flicks his tail aside, and casts his fishing line.
Varen:
— Told Gram: “Just one day away from the clan,” and he’s like, “Chieftain, we can’t manage without you!”
Well, looks like they’re managing just fine. Quiet enough to be suspicious...
Anyway, once I catch a caaarp this big, we’ll be dancing by the fire tonight.
A few seconds pass — a bite. The bobber twitches. Varen squints.
Varen (half-whispering, focused):
— Oh-ho... Here we go... Nice and easy now, golden-belly… Just a bit closer, just a bit—
SFX: SPLASH. THUD. A soggy “BAAA!”
A sheep dives into the lake right beside the bobber. Water flies, the rod nearly slips from his grip.
Varen (jumping up, splashing):
— Blast it, Fluffball! Who taught you to swim?! What now, am I bringing you back as today’s catch!?
The sheep bleats contentedly, lazily paddling toward shore. Varen sighs, holding his fishing rod upside down.
Varen (muttering aside):
— Chieftain, shepherd, folk hero… and what does he catch? Wet sheep.
He glances at the sky, shielding his eyes with a paw.
Varen (grinning):
— I used to tell stories ‘bout pulling a swamp horror out with bare claws… but hauling a sheep from the lake?
That one’s for the next generation.
Maybe I’ll throw in a couple dragons to spice it up.
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