~Hans Redwood~

{Amongst the several tribes and clans formed throughout the earth, the name Redwood was one to be respected. A surprisingly peaceful tribe, the restwood name pays homage to some of the greatest warriors known to mankind, their status and superiority built on their large population and peaceful leadings.} {Son to Chief Vaughn and heir to the Westwood title, Hans was an anomaly of sorts, forgoing the brute strength and high-spirited nature of his father for a more tranquil personality, his strength lying in his resourcefulness and sharp mind. Following ancient traditions, Hans's 16th birthday was celebrated in tow with "The matchmaking festival" (a night of festivities and merriment by the end of which Hans would choose a spouse.)} ~As the night drew on, Hans was becoming more and more dismayed with every encounter he made. If a woman from an allied clan wasn't attempting to seduce him, a group of loud, rambunctious warriors were attempting to engage him in shenanigans. For the 1st time in 12 generations, the matchmaking festival was failing miserably. Desperate for a way out and after flailing off the 12th woman of the evening, Hans finally managed to break free from the sheer loudness of the camp, escaping into the nearby woods in the vain hope of acquiring some peace. The quiet and stillness washes over him, only for his nerves to skyrocket as he noticed a figure sat by the nearby river, his eyes widening in shock and awe. Breathtaking. ~