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Herefeld
Herefeld, daughter of Heremund (Dead)
| Name | Herefeld |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Artist |
| Age | Mid twenies |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance |
Herefeld is a slim woman that stands five feet and seven inches from the ground. Her face is long and thin with a few freckles here and there. Her jaw is not overly defined, and her nose is small and round. Her large blue eyes have long lashes and always seem to catch the light perfectly. Above her eyes are thin eyebrows that aren’t very animated. She has a small mouth and her lips are pink in colour. Herefeld has long, thick, red hair that is rarely put up. She could easily be considered beautiful, though not all may see her that way. Her skin is fair, often resulting in rosy cheeks. Her only scar is on her side, and therefore you would not be able to see it. She has fine posture after years of riding horses, which would be expected of a woman of Rohan. |
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Background
Herefeld is the youngest daughter of Heremund and Mayfled. She lived in Rohan till she was eighteen when her village was attacked and burned by hill-men and she and her sister, Herewise, were sent away.
They traveled through Dunland and while there, Herewise was killed by the hill-men. Herefeld made it safely to Bree after nine months. After living in Bree-town for about six months, Herefeld met a man by the name of Eorwulf. She met him in the pony late one night when a large drunk man had approached her. Eorwulf had come to her rescue and after that she spent most of her with him. They grew to love each other over the years. In her eyes, he was the finest rider of all.
One night in the pony they were sitting at a table talking and laughing when Herefeld saw a shady, hooded figure by the bar. She watched him for a moment before pushing away the idea that he was watching them. They spent about an hour together before the hooded person approached the table. Herefeld tried to warn him but it was too late… Eorwulf was stabbed through the chest. The figure told her that if she told anyone what happened that night he would find her and kill her. Herefeld was terrified. She didn’t speak to anyone about. Recently she has tried, but every time she begins to tell someone she remembers the warning and stops herself. Her longing to get her revenge has inspired her to learn sword play. She tries to find the person who killed her beloved silently and alone…
((OOC: Herefeld died in a riding accident))
| Friends | None yet |
|---|---|
| Relatives | She believes them to be dead |
| Rivals/Enemies | The person her killed her beloved Eorwulf |
| Loves | Painting, tea, and curling up by a fire with a good book. |
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| Hates | The hill-men, orcs, mice, and dogs |
| Motivation | to descover the identity of the person who murdered Eorwulf |
| Quotes | "The only man I ever loved... He called me his pidgeon... I was confused, but I could tell he was trying." |
Herefeld's Adventures
| Downfall | 11 years 10 months ago |
