Anwerp

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Name: Anwerp
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Description: Anwerp is a wiry man with long, blond hair, grey eyes, a big nose and wide mouth. He looks older than he is because of his thin face and worry-wrinkles. Anwerp usually walks with a slight hunch, a remnant from his younger days when he literally needed to keep an eye on the ground in hopes of finding anything he could sell or eat. Anwerp usually wears loose clothing. 
Personality: Anwerp is a vagrant. He spent most of his life wandering from town to town. First in a group of beggars and thieves, later on his own and now as a member of the band of mercenaries. It's honest work and a step up from his prior life. But Anwerp really doesn't care. He's long since abandoned hope to ever becoming rich and just aims to survive. 

Homeworld; Gremyne
Family: Has no recollection of even having had a family.  

Bond: - from Darkling Dawn

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DARKLING DAWN

Anwerp sat and stared in front of him. He knew this. Despair, all energy being sucked away just to survive. But he had not let it break him before. He would not let it break him now. Well, he was probably already pretty cracked or rumpled, but he should just put one foot in front of the other and go on.
His internal clock was confused as hell. There was no lightsource that indicated day or night. No internal signals that could tell him when time had passed. He'd never imagined being alone would be so ennerving. At one time he'd wished for solitude, for a little space for himself. Now he knew that there was strength and especially safety in numbers.
Retreating into what he knew, Anwerp hid. And he hid well. Alden looked for him but could hardly keep hold of their connection. Let alone follow it. But Qetszal knew how to track life. It was the true chaotic shadowling that finally managed to track the last mercenary lost in the Elsewhere.
"There!" he hissed and dove, bringing Alden within sight of Anwerp.
 "Anwerp!" Alden shouted, waking the thin man where he was dozing.
"Alden? Am I dreaming?" Anwerp asked.
"No, we're very real. I'll get you out of here immediately. We can finally leave this wretched place."
"How long have I been here anyway?"
"I couldn't tell you." Alden replied, "It's best not to think about it."
"Are we going home?"
"That's a bit far at the moment. I'll take you somewhere safe to recuperate."
"Somewhere nice." Qetszal agreed

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