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Hirvallos
Hirvallos Magol
| Name | Hirvallos |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ranger of the North |
| Age | Middle aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | The lands of Eriador |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | This woman's face is concealed by a mask as it has been for several years of her life. Her facial features are unseen save her two grey eyes that peer out at the world with weariness, wariness and they are grim very grim. Her attire consists of a green leather hauberk and her mask of the same color. She wears leather boots and a worn cloak. A long sword is often seen at her hip and it appears to be in excellent condition. Any other weapons she has are unseen. But one would be a fool to think that this woman only deemed a single sword. Her body is lean but not to the point where one wouldn't think she was female. |
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Background
Like most Rangers of the North she is of few words and is always watching her surroundings, a silent protector of Eriador. Her true name and origin few know save her kinsmen, but interactions with them are few. She's a lone Ranger some might say and her kinsmen have not always respected that in the past. If she is to give a name to a stranger, it is Pure Heart. A name she was once fond of as a young one and very fond of the one whom had given her said title. But now for whatever reason she thinks of it as more of a mockery than a title worth enjoying. Nevertheless she is the Ranger . Pure Heart and keeps that title.
| Friends | She keeps many people at a distance. Her friends are few and unknown. ((Pre-established relationships are welcome as well.)) |
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| Relatives | Dead |
| Rivals/Enemies | Servants of the Enemy, A certain man that had left her to rot in her youth. |
| Loves | Looking upon the beauty of Lake Evendim, clear skies and singing birds at Dawn. All that is pure, true, noble. Singing songs to keep her mind occupied during the nights at camp alone. |
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| Hates | Curious strangers, herself but she wouldn't admit it easily, standing idle when she knows there is a task at hand. |
| Motivation | To protect all that is good, pure, noble. |
| Quotes | "We move under shadow but one day, we will move into the light." "I long for the days, where this loneliness no longer eats away at my heart and soul, we pay a heavy price but it shall be worth it in the end." |
Hirvallos's Adventures
| The lost Soul | 10 years 7 months ago |
