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Gladraug
Gladraug Léodcráw of Stoningland.
| Name | Gladraug |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Exiled |
| Age | Placed somewhere in his mid-late twenties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | His home is in a small hut on the borders of one of Rohan's many woods, how ever he is a traveller. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Tall and athletic stands the man you see before you, with raven hair and sun-tanned skin. Eyes similar to the sea gazed around whilst red lips were curled into a smirk. His beard is short though his hair is long and braided in some places. He walks with the strong confidence of the Horse-lords, those he lives alongside despite that he looks very different.
He wears clothing of Rohan, ranging from the armour to the simple clothes to rest in, the only thing of his home is a black cloak he wraps around himself, and a silver pendant that hangs around his neck of a swan and beside that was one of an iron horse.
When he is without a shirt, one may notice his lean though muscled build with the southern tan covering him all over. On his left arm is a tattoo, with the words 'The Blazing Storm' wrote on his forearm with underneath that an image of a storm cloud on fire. He also has another tattoo on his chest, of markings coloured in black. They seem to have some sort of meaning to him, though only him and the crew he sailed with know why.
His voice, not labored with the rich accent of the Mark though instead just tinted with it, a strange though pleasant mixture of Gondorian and Rohirrim. He wields the weapons of the Eorlingas, apart from one sword that he has had since was a small lad in the Blackroot Vale. He also has gained a dagger, with a black onyx in the golden hilt.
Now he wanders throughout Rohan, wearing generally dull armour or warm thick robes, though he still dresses in the style of the Eorlings in leathers and wool rather than the rich silks of the Stoningland. |
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Background
Many years ago, Gladraug lived in the Blackroot Vale where he was raised, though he did not spend his full life there. He spent a year sailing upon the sea, on the ship named 'The Blazing Storm' after a stormy night upon the sea where the wood caught alight after lightning struck.
Once he had finished his time on the sea, he moved back to the Blackroot Vale where one hunting trip where a stray arrow of his flew and hit a noblemans in the shoulder. Unfairly judged, he was sent away over the White-Mountains in banishment.
With all life nearly faded from him, he was found by a farmers daughter in the Eastfold and lived with her and her family for five months, until one day her brothers returned from their training with the Eored to find a stranger in their home and so they drove him away to Middlemead, riding on a horse the farmers daughter gave him as a farewell gift.
There, he took up the trade of a woodworker and lumberjack to get by and earn some coin, staying in a small shack just outside of the village. He also learned how to fight, and ride like those he lived with so closely and soon he was accepted as one of their own by many Eorlings.
Word came to Middlemead, that Stangard, the old town of criminals had been taken under new leadership by Aethelwigend Regnwald, and so in search of work he rode North and come unto the town.
After Wulfgyd was killed, he fled Stangard as he knew he would be accused for the murder, and so he returned to his hut in the woods, remaining hidden apart from visiting the town and hamlets close to him just for company, though now as danger threatens him more and more, he roams further.
| Friends | Many great friends still reside in the Mark, though he keeps more to himself now; occasionally visiting the nearest village to visit a mead-maiden and to get his weapons repaired. |
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| Relatives | They all reside in Blackroot, no longer speaking to him. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Any of those that threaten the Mark or Gondor, be it Easterlings or Dunlendings or orcs. |
| Loves | The Mark and Gondor the same, riding on his horse through the plains and woods, mead, coin and women. |
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| Hates | Wearing clothing of Gondor, as in his mind it is all too tightly made and too fancy for his liking. Not practical. |
| Motivation | To roam freely. |
| Quotes | ''Aye, I am Gladraug Léodcráw of Blackroot, in the Stoningland." |
Gladraug's Adventures
| Coming out of solitude | 9 years 2 months ago |
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