Trond Parson

Norwegian / German, He / Him, 25

A lone wolf with a loud heart

A smooth talker who’s far more cunning than he lets on. While not the planner or strategist of his group, Trond is extremely sly and intelligent; especially socially, able to read others with stunning ease. He uses this ability to his advantage, getting both him and his friends out of sticky situations with Caesar’s Guardsmen on multiple occasions. Despite his friends knowing how intelligent he truly is, most older Campfolk see him as a flamboyant man only concerned with his outward appearance, which leads to him being unable to find work–and while Trond is concerned with his appearance, this is only because of his similarities to the only known appearance of the Redstar. The way he alters his appearance leads to many Campfolk his age being either incredibly envious of his handsomeness, attracted to him, or a mix of both, and he uses this to make money to help keep him and his friends afloat. He enjoys what he does, but wishes he could do it on his own terms. Fearful of something tender and real, Trond also uses his work as a distraction from his growing feelings for a particular craftsman.

He has a less hopeful outlook on the world, especially when compared to Emmett, but he’s come to accept that. Having been told his entire life that he’ll end up just like the Redstar, that he’ll be damned to the Forest of Tears for merely existing, he sees no true point in working to change the world around him. To Trond, this is how the world’s been, and it’s how it’ll always be–but Emmett’s hopeful demeanor keeps some part of him alive.