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Ralgo
Ralgo Bowlsank
| Name | Ralgo |
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| Occupation | Just a tinker, apparently. |
| Age | Middle-aged. |
| Race | Hobbit |
|---|---|
| Residence | None yet know his place of residence |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | The looks of this particular hobbit, are not too unlike any other hobbit found in The Shire, or Bree-land for that matter. Like all other hobbits, he sports a small, but nicely rounded belly, of which he is very proud. His clothes are well kept, for the most part, the odd thread here or there, and the occasional patch on his elbows, though he always dresses well if expecting company. Sometimes wearing a cloak and hood, for keeping warm, of course, and perhaps a scarf, most likely the one he was given as a present from a close family friend. One might notice the strange silver band he wears in his ear, carved with a certain kind of symbol. Ralgo's blue eyes sometimes betray his thoughts as he ponders alone, having the bad habit of expressing his thoughts, as if he were speaking. You might find him in strange places, or the lesser visited burrows of lesser known hobbits, the course of a rambler of course. Though sometimes he disappears entirely, none knowing what business he is up to. |
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Background
Ralgo, a long while ago had quite the reputation amongst his fellow professionals, though he mysteriously disappeared without word to anyone of his destination, or time of arrival. Some thought he simply shut himself away, some think he "pulled a Baggins" others believe he was up to know good, but when approached about the subject, he will merely shrug it off and carry on with his business. Most Hobbits tend to keep their young ones away from Ralgo, lest he have some bad influence on them, or cause them bad luck
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | Unkown |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Pipeweed, books, gambling, the cold night air. |
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| Hates | Being patronised, twigs and stems in a pouch of pipeweed, if they're charging that price, they should at least get it right! |
| Motivation | Always an avoided subject with this hobbit, I'm afraid. |
| Quotes | "What have I been up to? Oh, you know, this and that." |
