Appearance: Arren is a tall, lean young man with tan skin and sharp, aristocratic face. His noble good looks are offset by the scruff that grows on his face and his shaggy long hair, kept tied back out of his face. Keen brown eyes shows a mind always at work, and an easy smile shows that he doesn't take too many things seriously, finding humor in all but the grimmest situations.

He's an avid explorer, yet keeps his armor and clothing spotless and well-maintained, as if a social function might break out in the middle of the forest.: A dark green, fur-lined cloak over his chainshirt, brown trousers and leather boots, with a belt hanging with a dozen pouches and scroll tubes. An old longbow, said to be his father's, is tied to his back, along with a quiver of arrows, and two thin shortswords hang at his hip.

Background: The only son of Hedra Rowe, Arren is a restless young man with a head filled with half-baked ideas and plans, a restless nature and a thirst for exploration. This wandering nature has gotten him in trouble countless times, and he's been found poking around where he shouldn't be, like the Dark Willow Bog or deep in the Black Forest. He habitually shirks his duties at his mother's shop, disappears for days on end, only to come back covered in scratches and brambles, hungry and filthy, with wild tales and plans for new "adventurous ventures" that never seem to take off. But, fueled by his boundless optimism (and greed), he's always on the look out for new opportunities to make some coin or to test his skills.

This wanderlust may come from his father, who is rumored to be a famous explorer disappeared decades ago in a far-off land (or even another plane), a figure Arren clearly idolizes. He's certainly picked up a knack for languages, being fluent in several, a keen eye and a gift for the bow.