Player Characters

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[Éoraeth of Dunharrow]

Age: Late teens, so a young adult by human standards. His features are a bit boyish still, though the scruffy lushness of his beard adds a few springs on him. More confidence in battle than with women might be telling at what stage of manhood he is.

Eyes: Blue-grey, large and often kept wide open. His gaze is expressive, though not deliberately so. Often distant, absent and inattentive, the sight of a dreamer rather than a hunter. Curiosity, rapture and anger are easy to read from them, though there's a touch of mysterious otherworldliness to them as well, maybe even madness, a haunted and haunting quality he may not be fully aware of himself. The very opposite of shifty, the very embodiment of intense.

Hair: Fair toward darker all around and across. Cut short on the top, shaved on the sides, a long braid at the back. When allowed to grow too long or are drawn out loose because of wind (as he doesn't wear a helmet), they quickly become dishevelled. The beard is mostly allowed to grow as it pleases.

Voice & Speech: An expressive baritone with a slightly gritting quality that sounds a bit like a bleating goat, maybe a sign of unfinished puberty. The annoyance of it disappears, however, when he sings, becoming a pipes-like second layer of vocalisation, adding mesmerising depth that claws at hearts and imbues them with sentimentality of various hues, conjuring the images of the world of yore, especially that olden songs pepper his repertoire. Between his voice and his harp, the latter gives the softer, more seamless sound. If this voice is capable of whisper, it has yet to demonstrate it. It seems to always reverberate and leave a lot of varied punctuation in its wake. One unnerving quality of the man's speech is that he often breaks off mid-sentence and doesn't pick it up again like a thought once scattered is forever lost. This notwithstanding, he's not a brooding man. He laughs often, and genuinely as he craves for merriment and excitement like most young men.

Build: Tall and toned, and likely still growing, though not as bulky as older men. His long limbs and fingers add to a treeish image, giving his posture a vibe of a birch, growing straight up and unbending unless under gale. He's not made for crouching.

Clothes: He wears his mail corslet as often as not, and beneath there is a composite shirt of blue and red fabric, sewn together or strapped with thin leather knots. To that, leather riding breeches and mostly waterproof leather boots.His pride, however, is the intensively dark green cloak hemmed with sable furs, held together by a gilded horse head-shaped clasp. As the most vivid and visible symbol of his Rohirrim identity, no wonder he cherishes it. The image on the clasp corresponds with the shape of the pommel of his longsword.

Hygiene: Even though he likes bathing and keeps his clothes washed, and does so at most opportunities he still often smells of horse like most Rohirrim. His teeth are taken care of with prejudice, and he can often be seen with a toothpick or chewing on leaves of wild sage.

Habits: He snores, often speaks gibberish when dreaming, garbling words from various odd languages he shouldn't be knowing that don't amount to any coherent story. He is not an early riser and avoids night watch duty whenever able as he seems to be in need of a lot of sleep. He even dozes off on horseback during dull travelling. He makes off remarks about people and places he has never met or seen. He drops random warnings. He breaks into music when he feels like it, which is often. His social interactions are bursts of outwardness amid long periods of absent-mindedness.

Past: He's no-one famous, though if for some reason you've heard about an incident in Meduseld when a young drunken warrior got in an argument with King Fengel and was consequently banished he matches the description of the lad. Other Rohirrim may be calling him by the Orcbane moniker, and orcs might know and hate him indeed. He also bears some resemblance to a wanderer from before a decade ago, by the name Éorund...

[Tirnel]

Tirnel of the Mirkwood
Age: 216
Height 5' 11"
Build: Slender but very defined
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black

Appearance: Tirnel has a rather slender physique but he has very defined muscles. Tirnel is still young for an elf and his appearance reflects that looking like a human in their mid 20's. He moves with a rather fluid grace that one usually sees with elves and it is no surprise how light he is on his feet or how swiftly he moves when motivated to do so. He regularly wears his leather Corslet with cloak over top bow strapped to his back and a sword on each hip. Tirnel often moves about with the hood of his cloak up to obscure his features, he has been around the block a few times and has made almost as many enemies as he has friends.

Personality: Tirnel is a pleasant man, quick with a smile and a kind light to his eyes. TIrnel does have a bit more of a wild streak than his people tend to exhibit, he is quickly outraged by injustices and has little patience for those that commit them. Tirnel does try and see the best in people but he is not naive and knows to keep his guard up even if he wants to believe in the good he knows the bad is more plentiful. TIrnel loves travel and exploration, seeing new things or having new experiences always excites the elf.

Past: Tirnel spent most of his life in the Mirkwood accomplishing little of note, training mand fighting the stray orc or spider that strayed too close to his people's lands. However for the past thirty years Tirnel has been travelling alone throughout the world. Why he left home is a mystery but there are some tales in certain parts of the world of the elf that moves around from town to town and fights with two blades defending the weak when he can.

[Rhawen]

Rhawen Amarthriell
Age: 112
Height: 5'2"
Build: Willowy and feminine
Hair: Raven black, usually falling over her face
Eyes: Ice Blue

Appearance: Rhawen is slight, and graceful of build. She dresses in a style similar to the men of the Dale, as opposed to traditional elven maidens. She moves with a certain joy and grace in her step, and always seems to have a smile on her lips, painted in dark colors, and.a brightness and joy in her vibrant eyes.

Background:

Rhawen is young for an elven adventurer, barely into her adulthood. She had a happy childhood, which had just a bit more travelling than one would expected, her parents being traders and merchants from the Mirkwood. Much of her youth was spent in the Dale, where she found herself enthralled with street performers and traveling carnivals, especially those featuring acts of sleight of hand.

During an encounter with a carnival, she found herself studying the work of one claiming to be a Magician, a Bree woman named Allandra. She studied the arts she performed, as well as learning how they could be applied to more... practical if illicit matters. Her parents encouraged her studies, because it seemed to bring her much joy.

Coming of age, she yearned to leave home, and to travel far and wide, seeking hidden treasures for herself, and a constant wanting of adventure

[Hael]

Hael of the Mirkwood
Age: 167
Height 5' 9"
Build: Lanky
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green

Appearance: Thin and long-limbed, if Hael were a tree then she would be a willow. An outdoorsy sort by habit, Hael balances the elegant tidyness expected of an elf with the dirt one naturally accumulates when tromping about the woods and dales is what one does.

Personality: A withdrawn and private sort, Hael speaks few words, moves with a slow grace save for when action spurs her on, and is generally more comfortable in the background than in leading the charge. Quite literal and possessed of a dry wit, Hael gives what is asked of her and little more or less and uses her time in silent contemplation to think about her words rather than loosing them carelessly.

Past: Trained as a scout, Hael has ranged the breadth of the Mirkwood in her duties for her people. She speaks only vaguely of her past, begging off that it is a largely boring experience watching trees grow from sapling on, she does remark that her most recent journey took her to Lorien and to the court of Galadriel upon whose counsel she set off on this adventure.

[Vidar]

Age: 86
Height: 4'8
Build: Stocky
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Slate

Appearance;

Vidar is a dwarf, short and stocky he makes up for it in pure muscle. Muscle he uses to bash metal against metal, steel against steel and forge some of the greatest weapons known to life. With his tools ever at his hip Vidar does not hide who he is for there is nothing more worthy of recognition than a proper Dwarven Smith.

Background:

A Dwarf from Erebor Vidar has traveled across that which is occupied by the Free Peoples. Bringing with him his trade as a Smith, a Craftsman, he has kept himself in comfort no matter where he goes. Always on the move to the next place that requires a proper Dwarven Smith to the chagrin of lesser smiths.

[Giles Goodbody]

Age: 26
Height: 4'2'
Build: Well fed
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brow

Appearance:

Giles Goodbody possesses a body worthy of his family: a cook who samples his own ware to make sure quality matches the utmost standards. The lsat year or so of traveling did leave its mark on him though, as seemed to have lost some girth, and his suits, while well tailored, seemed to fit him loosely.

Background:

The Goodbodies are a family that is fondly regarded in teh good township of Bree. The family originated from the Shire, and have been doing good honest work with the various inns of the town. Giles was a cook up until a year ago, when a chance meeting with some hobbits from the Shire set the young hobbit off into his current occupation as a merchant of pipeweed.

[Eradan]

Eradan of the Dúnedain
Age: 20 something
Height 6' 5"
Build: Wiry
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Grey

The first impression most have of Eradan is that he is a tall. Beyond that, some might notice the lean muscle beneath battle scarred armor or the steely eyes that are ever watchful of his surroundings. Furs and other gear suggest he is a hunter of some ability and one who's spent significant time in colder areas. For those familiar with them, it is not difficult to guess that he is one of the Rangers of the North.

While Eradan has traveled alone for most of his journeys, he is friendly and gregarious. Whether in a busy tavern or around a welcoming campfire, he enjoys listening to whatever stories others will tell, while sharing some warm food and cold drink.