Post by Dolen on Mar 8, 2009 12:13:00 GMT -5
((Weeee I'll copy my little stuff in here too just to flesh out this section
Full Name: Alden, son of Alfgar
Titles: Deserter, Ass
Nicknames: Dolen, Len
Age: 32
Race: Rohirrim
Gender: Male
Hair: Light Brown
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6' even
Weight: About 150 lbs
Place of residence: He has a small cabin on the outskirts of Bree, but rarely spends any length of time there, preferring to be mobile; a good idea since he is a deserter and murderer, facing imprisonment at the best if identified and caught by the armies of Gondor.
Place of Birth: Rohan, a horse ranch not far outside of the town of Snowbourn
Known Relatives: Mother, father and one of two brothers still alive, last he knew. His father's name is Alfgar, a very skilled hunter and horse breeder. Mother is Burchwen, kind natured though absentminded, often taken by flights of fantasies. She enjoys poetry, reading and writing and aspires to write a book that would be known and shelved across Rohan. None of his three sisters made it out of their teens.
Religion/Philosophy: A stern believer in the power of nature. That is, an arrow through a man's heart will kill him, and living is much better than dying. He lives by that belief; all things live and die and is fascinated by nature and all things' struggle for survival in the wild. He sees all life as being equal in regards to a natural order - He will kill any animal for food if he is starving and would not expect any animal to do otherwise to him if the positions were reversed.
Occupation: Scout / Hunter / Fur and hide trader
Enemies: The realm of Gondor for his desertion and murder of one soldier and one officer, as well as the injury of a third.
Likes: Spending an evening under the open sky, tracking, simply surviving in or passing through difficult or harsh environments. Mind you, it's the environment he likes, not the creatures that might inhabit it.
Favorite Foods: A nice spiced meal. He spends most of his time eating squirrel and rabbit, a well cooked plate of potatoes and mutton is a welcome change.
Favorite Drinks: Barliman's incredibly flavorful beer.
Favorite Colors: Greens and browns
Weapons of Choice: A stout longbow is always best, keeps one from being poked full of holes.
Hobbies: Whittling and sculpting (relatively) small bits of wood, tailoring (to some small extent that he is able to repair his gear or stitch up a cloak or blanket in the wild), loves horses - training, breeding, but especially riding.
Physical Features: Dolen is a lean man, well muscled but thin. His constant time away from cities and extremely small purse earns him little in the way of luxury, and there is no source of overabundance in the wild. He is rarely clean shaven but does not wear a beard, only a rough stubble. His skin is tanned and worn, likely having spent more time in the wild than inside of a city's walls. He is a hard man; calloused hands, feet and weathered skin matching the grim will to survive behind his eyes.
Special Abilities: None. He is an average man of average skill who has lived an average life. Oh, no, wait. He has the magical ability to really piss Mae off.
Positive Personality Traits: Extremely determined when set to a task, very loyal, normally honest and generous with what he has.
Negative Personality Traits: Overly cautious, unforgiving, strict, has a rough tongue when cross, and ultimately cares only for himself and his own survival.
Misc. Quirks: Dislikes large crowds and walls, though not to the extent that he would refuse to visit them.
Full Name: Alden, son of Alfgar
Titles: Deserter, Ass
Nicknames: Dolen, Len
Age: 32
Race: Rohirrim
Gender: Male
Hair: Light Brown
Skin: Lightly tanned
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6' even
Weight: About 150 lbs
Place of residence: He has a small cabin on the outskirts of Bree, but rarely spends any length of time there, preferring to be mobile; a good idea since he is a deserter and murderer, facing imprisonment at the best if identified and caught by the armies of Gondor.
Place of Birth: Rohan, a horse ranch not far outside of the town of Snowbourn
Known Relatives: Mother, father and one of two brothers still alive, last he knew. His father's name is Alfgar, a very skilled hunter and horse breeder. Mother is Burchwen, kind natured though absentminded, often taken by flights of fantasies. She enjoys poetry, reading and writing and aspires to write a book that would be known and shelved across Rohan. None of his three sisters made it out of their teens.
Religion/Philosophy: A stern believer in the power of nature. That is, an arrow through a man's heart will kill him, and living is much better than dying. He lives by that belief; all things live and die and is fascinated by nature and all things' struggle for survival in the wild. He sees all life as being equal in regards to a natural order - He will kill any animal for food if he is starving and would not expect any animal to do otherwise to him if the positions were reversed.
Occupation: Scout / Hunter / Fur and hide trader
Enemies: The realm of Gondor for his desertion and murder of one soldier and one officer, as well as the injury of a third.
Likes: Spending an evening under the open sky, tracking, simply surviving in or passing through difficult or harsh environments. Mind you, it's the environment he likes, not the creatures that might inhabit it.
Favorite Foods: A nice spiced meal. He spends most of his time eating squirrel and rabbit, a well cooked plate of potatoes and mutton is a welcome change.
Favorite Drinks: Barliman's incredibly flavorful beer.
Favorite Colors: Greens and browns
Weapons of Choice: A stout longbow is always best, keeps one from being poked full of holes.
Hobbies: Whittling and sculpting (relatively) small bits of wood, tailoring (to some small extent that he is able to repair his gear or stitch up a cloak or blanket in the wild), loves horses - training, breeding, but especially riding.
Physical Features: Dolen is a lean man, well muscled but thin. His constant time away from cities and extremely small purse earns him little in the way of luxury, and there is no source of overabundance in the wild. He is rarely clean shaven but does not wear a beard, only a rough stubble. His skin is tanned and worn, likely having spent more time in the wild than inside of a city's walls. He is a hard man; calloused hands, feet and weathered skin matching the grim will to survive behind his eyes.
Special Abilities: None. He is an average man of average skill who has lived an average life. Oh, no, wait. He has the magical ability to really piss Mae off.
Positive Personality Traits: Extremely determined when set to a task, very loyal, normally honest and generous with what he has.
Negative Personality Traits: Overly cautious, unforgiving, strict, has a rough tongue when cross, and ultimately cares only for himself and his own survival.
Misc. Quirks: Dislikes large crowds and walls, though not to the extent that he would refuse to visit them.