Post by hraefn on Dec 10, 2006 17:03:03 GMT -5
Name: Hraefn (Her-a-fyn)
Age: 25
Gender: (m)
Clothes: Black, travel-worn cloak; black, soft leather gauntlets; soft, tan, knee high leather boots; Dark brown breeches, dark, green tunic.
Hair: Raven Black with a dark blue sheen
Eye color: icy, bright blue, grey rimmed
Past: He grew up in the Great Land of Kings, Gondor. His father, Aeric, was part of the guard in Minas Tirth. Both he and his mother, Lorien were stricken with the pestilence, many healers tried to save them, but to no avail, they both died, and Hraefn was orphaned at the age of 14. Immediately, right after the funeral ritual, an old man came up to him, he said he had known his father since he was a small boy; he called himself, Hiladish, and nothing else. He became Hraefn's mentor, and showed him the ways of concealment, and that of a Ranger, learning the plant properties that would do him good in the future, and those that could bring certain death to him. 2 years passed in utter training and nothing but training. But sadly no happy ending could last, Hiladish fell of a cliff and his body was never found. Since then, Hraefn has traveled the land, alone and in the shadows, knowing that he is doomed to stay alone for a great deal of time.
Side: Free People, but he wanders aimlessly, as if on no ones side.
Race: Human
Birthplace: Gondor, in Minas Tirith. There, I learned the way of weaponry and honor, knowing that it would do me good in the future.
Weapons: Blue-steel blade; Black Yew bow, sewn by myself, plus arrows of many uses, including poison-tipped and regular ones; A set of 2 throwing knives; All used simultaneously.
Age: 25
Gender: (m)
Clothes: Black, travel-worn cloak; black, soft leather gauntlets; soft, tan, knee high leather boots; Dark brown breeches, dark, green tunic.
Hair: Raven Black with a dark blue sheen
Eye color: icy, bright blue, grey rimmed
Past: He grew up in the Great Land of Kings, Gondor. His father, Aeric, was part of the guard in Minas Tirth. Both he and his mother, Lorien were stricken with the pestilence, many healers tried to save them, but to no avail, they both died, and Hraefn was orphaned at the age of 14. Immediately, right after the funeral ritual, an old man came up to him, he said he had known his father since he was a small boy; he called himself, Hiladish, and nothing else. He became Hraefn's mentor, and showed him the ways of concealment, and that of a Ranger, learning the plant properties that would do him good in the future, and those that could bring certain death to him. 2 years passed in utter training and nothing but training. But sadly no happy ending could last, Hiladish fell of a cliff and his body was never found. Since then, Hraefn has traveled the land, alone and in the shadows, knowing that he is doomed to stay alone for a great deal of time.
Side: Free People, but he wanders aimlessly, as if on no ones side.
Race: Human
Birthplace: Gondor, in Minas Tirith. There, I learned the way of weaponry and honor, knowing that it would do me good in the future.
Weapons: Blue-steel blade; Black Yew bow, sewn by myself, plus arrows of many uses, including poison-tipped and regular ones; A set of 2 throwing knives; All used simultaneously.
