Name: Leran Hasgord
Tribe: CLavat
Born:
Age: 15
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150 lbs
Hobbies: Tracking, hunting, hanging out with Nikki
Class: Fighter
Archetype: Knight, Ranger
Strengths: Survival, tracking.
Weaknesses: Talking

Family: Leran's family are merchants.
His father, Angwald, married a Sanriem girl, Twila. They own a general 
store.  He has a pair of younger siblings named Lowgren and Gertrude, with
Lowgren being the elder of the two.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, Leran sports a head of sandy-blonde hair that 
falls dead flat against his skull, and which he usually has tied back into
a short ponytail. His deep-set hazel eyes contrast his hawked nose. He
moves with grace and a hint of quickness about him, and though it's not
obvious when he's standing still, his muscles are rather well-defined
for his age. On the whole, he's rather handsome,in a boyish fashion.

He dresses in a suit of aged but well-kept heavy banded armor, with the
initials L.H. embossed into a monogram on the left shoulder. Under this he 
wears a black shirt and light leather breeches. Wrapped around his neck (and 
trailing in the wind!) is a thin blue scarf, which he sometimes pulls up over
his mouth and nose to keep out dust if he's riding behind the wagon.

History: Everyone knows Loren Hasgord, Leran's grandfather. Like as not, 
most people know Leran too, at least by sight. He's been seen trotting after
his grandfather almost since he could walk. Of course, sometimes he's seen 
running alone, performing errands, exercising, skulking around in the nearby
woods, running from nearby woods animals...

Basic rumour around the town (and also the truth) is that he's spent most of 
his life being trained to be on the caravan, and it's really not any big 
surprise that he made it.  He's expected to do well.

He's also rarely ever seen without Nikki. Scuttlebutt about THAT varies
depending on whom you talk to, of course, but it is known that the two are 
good friends.