[OOC] Character Info
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Name: Freya
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❧ Character
Name: Thondir
Race/Age: Man (Dúnedan)/59
Residence: He travels around, as is common with the rest of his people. He mainly wanders around the northern lands of Arnor, the fallen Northen Kingdom, as well as to the western coast around Lindon. He's particularly fond of Lake Evendim.
Alliance: Men, more generally all free peoples (as long as you're not a complete dickhead)
Appearance: Thondir stands at about 6'5" with wide shoulders and a fit physique, though it's covered by layers of leather and wool. He has dark brown hair that's cropped messily at just below his chin. He has a short beard that he doesn't keep necessarily neatly trimmed as he's not out to impress anyone. His eyes are a dark grey-green. He wears mostly earth tones--dark browns and greens, as is only logical for anyone who travels often through the wilderness and prefers not to be seen. His clothes are weather worn but often repaired at his discretion; function over aesthetics. He keeps a quiver of arrows and bow strapped to his back and employs a series of long and short knives for hunting and for fighting. His favorite is actually an Elven blade with no name that resembles a machete.
Backstory: As the remnants of the Dúnedain moved to the foot of the Misty Mountains, Thondir spent his early years with the rest of his people. He had a sister who he was very close with and shared his love for things that grow. Hithraen was his elder by six years, but always felt wise beyond her years. When he was 23 and left with a group to travel up north, their family encampment was ambushed by Orcs. While the enemy was eventually destroyed, there were a few deaths, and one of them was Hithraen. Upon this news, instead of rushing back, Thondir actually preferred to stay as far away from the damage done as possible and spent the next ten years traveling through the old Northern Kingdom. It was easier than coping with the reality.
When he finally returned, much had changed. The signs of a growing darkness in the East did not pass them over. Thondir opted to stay for a few years as if in an attempt to make up for his inability to react maturely to his sisters death a decade earlier. Eventually when he was around 40, he and many others accepted suggested posts from their Chieftan that their wanderings should not be in vain; he took once again to the North to keep the spread of evil at bay. Though Thondir has a particular fondness for Lake Evendim, or Nenuial in Sindarin, the "Lake of Twilight", he did spend a considerable amount of time around the borders of the Shire. Most of that time is spent alone, but he almost prefers it that way.
Specialties: Being one of the Dúnedain Rangers, he is an accomplished fighter who mainly relies on stealth. He's a quick shot and his quiver consists of self-made arrows as well as different kinds he has kept from enemies. His great skill, however, is with botany; he's gathered a wide knowledge of plants and an appreciation of growing things, which consequently makes him a skilled healer (and excellent cook if he cared enough, which he doesn't).
Name: Freya
Contact: AIM; hassle free harmony, PLURK;
❧ Character
Name: Thondir
Race/Age: Man (Dúnedan)/59
Residence: He travels around, as is common with the rest of his people. He mainly wanders around the northern lands of Arnor, the fallen Northen Kingdom, as well as to the western coast around Lindon. He's particularly fond of Lake Evendim.
Alliance: Men, more generally all free peoples (as long as you're not a complete dickhead)
Appearance: Thondir stands at about 6'5" with wide shoulders and a fit physique, though it's covered by layers of leather and wool. He has dark brown hair that's cropped messily at just below his chin. He has a short beard that he doesn't keep necessarily neatly trimmed as he's not out to impress anyone. His eyes are a dark grey-green. He wears mostly earth tones--dark browns and greens, as is only logical for anyone who travels often through the wilderness and prefers not to be seen. His clothes are weather worn but often repaired at his discretion; function over aesthetics. He keeps a quiver of arrows and bow strapped to his back and employs a series of long and short knives for hunting and for fighting. His favorite is actually an Elven blade with no name that resembles a machete.
Backstory: As the remnants of the Dúnedain moved to the foot of the Misty Mountains, Thondir spent his early years with the rest of his people. He had a sister who he was very close with and shared his love for things that grow. Hithraen was his elder by six years, but always felt wise beyond her years. When he was 23 and left with a group to travel up north, their family encampment was ambushed by Orcs. While the enemy was eventually destroyed, there were a few deaths, and one of them was Hithraen. Upon this news, instead of rushing back, Thondir actually preferred to stay as far away from the damage done as possible and spent the next ten years traveling through the old Northern Kingdom. It was easier than coping with the reality.
When he finally returned, much had changed. The signs of a growing darkness in the East did not pass them over. Thondir opted to stay for a few years as if in an attempt to make up for his inability to react maturely to his sisters death a decade earlier. Eventually when he was around 40, he and many others accepted suggested posts from their Chieftan that their wanderings should not be in vain; he took once again to the North to keep the spread of evil at bay. Though Thondir has a particular fondness for Lake Evendim, or Nenuial in Sindarin, the "Lake of Twilight", he did spend a considerable amount of time around the borders of the Shire. Most of that time is spent alone, but he almost prefers it that way.
Specialties: Being one of the Dúnedain Rangers, he is an accomplished fighter who mainly relies on stealth. He's a quick shot and his quiver consists of self-made arrows as well as different kinds he has kept from enemies. His great skill, however, is with botany; he's gathered a wide knowledge of plants and an appreciation of growing things, which consequently makes him a skilled healer (and excellent cook if he cared enough, which he doesn't).
