Lord Kastelon Keaton
I walk the places few dare to tread, I remove whatever causes dread. Did that rhyme? Damn. It rhymed.
Description: Kastelon Keaton is a tall man, standing just under six and a half feet. His is a leanly muscular build; a form honed to whipcord strength and agile grace. His hair is a sun streaked chestnut, a short, well maintained beard only enhances his rugged good looks. Hazel green eyes have flecks of gold, hooded as they are by thick brows. Dimples are hidden beneath is beard, his lips are thin, though expressive.
(Kastelon is currently wearing an elegant yet functional eyepatch which obscures one of his eyes, with more than a few scars visible on his visage, as if he's recently been healing up.)
Personality: He is a man of rare smiles, though he is not without humor. He is simply wary, and guarded, aware that attack might come at any time, often when least expected. Despite his proclivity towards gruffness, his is a generous heart, a protector of all things innocent. He would be the last to say he is a good man, but those that know him speak of his loyalty to family, to Compact and to the gods.
Background: Born a distant cousin to the ruling branch of the Keaton family, Kastelon never considered the necessity for all the political niceties and simply focused on the good, honest work of keeping the people of Oakhaven safe. He easily took up the skills of a Huntsman, efficient with both sword and bow, trained to walk stealthily through forest and field.
He was good at his work, and soon found himself in need of a challenge. So it was that he began hunting more dangerous game. Not just bandits and poachers, but the creatures found deep in the woods, the sources of rumor, of legend and myth. Mostly he finds really angry, really messed up bears. Sometimes he finds things he'd rather not speak of.
After a particularly difficult mission, he has decided that he's earned himself a bit of a rest and a chance to recuperate with his family in Arx.