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Ronden

Ronden of the West
| Name | Ronden |
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| Occupation | Traveller |
| Age | older, but not yet grey |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Unknown |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | A ranger of sorts who appears older than his years from time spent travelling and questing. He is tall but of slender build (on occasion he has been mistaken for Elf kind), with hair of brown and wise grey eyes. His kit is austeer, reminiscent of the Rangers of the North, save for a small lute-like instrument which he seems never parted from. |
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Background
Not much is known of this ranger prior to these dark times, though by the accounts of many he came from a seafaring people somewhere on the far western reaches of Middle Earth. Whatever his past, he has come forth to work against the dark forces, taking up the cause of the incocent and the just, on accoasion linking up with free peoples to do so. He seems well travelled, from fishing villages in the farthest north-west to the very boarders of Haradwaith. Of those who claim to know him, it is the vintners of middle earth who know him best, or at least are able to provide the best patchwork to weave his tale, as it is they whom he can be counted to call on with any sort of regularity, allways eager to hear about the next new wine and check on aging ones. If you were to ask them, they will tell you he is gentle in manner, kind in spirit, and generous in deed.
Elf Friend he has been called in Rivendell, Lothlórien, and Mirkwood, though as allways they are closed tongue on the matter. It is even said he has consulted with the Queen of the Forest herself, though others regard this as nonsense.
One vintner in southern Eriador claims Ronden pines for a certain maiden, something alegedly revealed to him after a generous sampling of the region's Rosenthall wine, though whether she be of his own or elf kind, or even if there is any substence to the tale at all, remains as much a mystery as the man himself.
| Friends | none |
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| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | Spider kind |
| Loves | The fruit of the vine |
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| Hates | Loud mouths |
| Motivation | Good |
| Quotes | Stick to the road...stay clear of the moores. |
