Marquis Hatharal Palinnar
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Description: Keen blue-green eyes look out of an angular face, with sharp cheekbones and a pointed jaw. A bit on the thin side, his skin is tanned with a healthy sunny glow. His hair is long and the color of grain, often kept tied back, though his hairline on his left side is now uneven. Since his near death, Hatharal's beauty has become flawed from grievous scars. The most visible being the marks which spread across the left side of his face, jagged and pink--half burn, half deep scrape from some massive blunt force. The scars continue down under his clothes. Part of his left ear has been torn away, and in certain lights one can see a glint of silver lodged on his cheekbone, where molten silver had caught and melted into bone. There's a vibrant energy to him which manifests unconsciously in a tapping toe or drumming finger.
(Hatharal is never without a band of braided black cloth tied around his wrist--a sign of mourning.)
Personality: Never able to sit still, never able to keep from moving, Hatharal loves to keep shifting from thing to thing, never bogged down or tied to anything for too long. Despite this, everything is met with the same intensity of focus as the thing before it, each the object of his attention and perception to the fullest of his being. He sees this as being part of his devotion to Loran, focusing on the future yet living for the moment so it isn't wasted.
Background: Hatharal was the second son, brother of the Marquis Palinnar before him. As such, the expectations of ruling were never placed on him and instead of learning politics and economics, he was free to ride the plains and climb trees, exploring the lands which his ancestors had already discovered. The fact there was so much of Larandor already mapped and accounted for always left him a little sad, no matter how hard looked for anything anyone might have forgotten or overlooked on old maps. But he focused his energy into what he could, rarely sitting still or letting anything fetter him and his attentions.
When his brother was lost in the migration, he took up the mantle of Marquis, completely unprepared for it. His spirit is a free one, bound to adventure and discovery. Being burdened with these responsibilities, playing the game of politics, it bores him. So, he is hoping to turn his family in a new direction here in this untamed land. He seeks to discover and settle it with them by his side. Here... here there is adventure to be found.
On 10/3/52, Hatharal and Valatir welcomed their first born child. A beautiful girl named Toryn Palinnar.
On 8/16/53 Marquis Valatir Palinnar was murdered by mysterious assailants while on a business trip to the North, by Golden Hollow, leaving Hatharal a widower.
On 3/10/54 Hatharal will welcome his second child into the world, Lorella Palinnar. Though his husband will not be there to see the birth, the child will still be loved and cherished.
Marriage: Hatharal married Valatir Brixtien on 9/16/51 PA. Valatir joined House Palinnar, becoming Marquis Valatir Palinnar.