Name: Cdr. Abraham Aloysius Farrenworth.
Height: 5'5" (Used to be taller, but kinda shrank with age.)
Role: Guard clerk and head of staff.
Still having just a little muscle from his days as an active guard; Abraham has long, salt-and-pepper hair that frames his worn, scarred face. His crooked nose rests over a meticulously-trimmed salt-and-pepper moustache, which trails down at the sides and connects to an equally meticulously-trimmed goatee. His most notable feature is his ice-blue eyes. Though worn and tired, he has the apparent ability to snap them into an unnaturally focused glare that his subordinates often claim "pierces their souls."
Instead of the usual armor associated with the guard, Abraham wears a simple tunic bearing the colors of Azuria and the symbol of the guard; and a chain mail cowl which he normally wears down. Underneath the tunic, he wears peasant's clothes; a simple cloth shirt and pants. On his feet are a pair of basic leather boots, and on his side is his favorite sword: a battle-worn longsword that he named "Annabelle," after his late wife.
"On my honor, I swear my unwavering loyalty to the guard; to my kingdom; and to my people. LONG LIVE AZURIA!"
Stubborn. Unwavering. Loyal to a fault. Though his body is too old to fight, he stubbornly serves the guard in any way he can. He is the type of person who would rather see a job done right instead of leaving it to an amateur, and will not hesitate to tell someone they are wrong. Despite this, he has great respect for his superiors and often speaks to them in a polite manner; offering council and suggestions instead of outright correcting them.
Of duty, he can generally be found resting in the garrison; or at a tavern, conversing with the other patrons.
Though not technically a power, he can often shut someone up with a simple stare.
Abraham was once an active guard, and was quite skilled in his work. Though he may be rusty, he could still put up a good fight if needed.
Being a veteran member of the guard, and having once served as captain years ago, he is a skilled and trusted leader.
A battle-worn longsword affectionately named after his deceased wife.
- Small leather satchel.
- Quill pen.
- 4oz. bottle of ink.
- Scrolls and several sheets of parchment.
Abraham has been a loyal member of the guard for more than fifty years, and had been the acting captain twenty years ago before passing the title on to his apprentice after the death of his wife.
After the death of his apprentice, he rejected the offer to step back up. The next person offered the job was Rowan, who took it immediately. Having been experienced in the job, Abraham decided to lend him a hand and teach him the ropes of administrating an entire force; giving him tips and advice when needed.
So far, he has been quite pleased with his work.