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Siward

Siward
| Name | Siward |
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| Occupation | Turned to mercenary work and crime, alternating between them at his leisure, he fights in the north from time to time to turn the tide against Angmar. |
| Age | Early thirties, looks to be about his late twenties though. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A couple of small scars strewn across his craggedly handsome face would probably be the first thing that you'd notice, his features often shadowed by that of a dark hood. He towers above the majority of men with a barrel chest, thickly oak-like muscled arms and over-all physique, as strong as an ox. Each step he takes and the cold stare of his piercingly dark blue eyes emit a fearsome self-confidence not to be taken lightly and if looks alone could kill then this man has the talent, he can be seen to show emotion and soften his expression though not so often in the public eye only imperceptibly, a strange sorrow can be seen to lurk in his gaze from time to time beneath the hard exterior, subtle gleams in his eyes every now and then being the only gateway into his thoughts, difficult to read, sometimes impossible. His heritage is clear, with his fair shoulder-length hair and beard, he hails from the Mark. Apparently lacks wealth, adorned with plain and simple clothing more often than not although he has been known to sport a suit of fancy, fine mail on occasion. Visible weaponry usually a light longsword that hangs loosely from his belt and a leather sheath side-arm that carries a shorter blade, sometimes he will have a crossbow strapped across his back and a quiver for bolts. |
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Background
Can often be seen in the Prancing Pony, either walking or riding the streets of Bree and it's surrounding countryside on most days as he is restless at the best of times. The man prefers to keep a low profile and not much is known about him but he is known to have an extremely volatile nature, a stubbornly proud man and he is not all too tolerant and this is obvious, his preference being his own company. He is about as rough as they come, crass and blunt in manner and way of speaking although his voice is commanding of respect, despite coming across as uneducated due to his heavy accent. He appears to be quite content supping ale and smoking pipe-weed in the corner of the Pony, only socialising with a select few.
Or not.
Siward clearly has not adjusted well to life in Bree and clearly doesn't enjoy being there, the contempt in his gaze evident when looking upon an Elf, or say, a Hobbit, being not a sight familiar to him the majority of his life.
He has a world weary air and bears many scars, he can be friendly when he wants to be yet a lot of the time is quite unfriendly and anti-social, he is ruthlessly harsh with those who cross him and loves a fight. He is certainly a violent man and doesn't buy into verbal diplomacy all too much, preferring settling his problems with a fist, or with a blade to talking through his problems. One thing though is clear, he is a loving husband and he loves his wife more than anything on the face of Middle-Earth and is fiercely protective of her and his friends, those he cares about.
He has the stride of a soldier and is a highly skilled swordsman and has significant ability with other weapons, ferocious and berserker-like in a conflict or battle situation.
Briefly touching on his past: Born 2 March, 2985 T.A. in Edoras, Rohan to a family of reputed career soldiers. Well-known in the city of Edoras and it's surrounding villages for his womanising antics, heavy drinking and aggressive tendencies, respected, feared and derided in almost equal measure. Captained a small yet hardy Éored of fighters nevertheless having took over from his father, untill a recent tragedy...
Is this intimidating man good at heart, or is he as his appearance would suggest?
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | Many. |
| Loves | Jenn, Ale, Women (Though is happily settled with his wife so his eyes wander no more.) Fighting, Pipe-weed. |
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| Hates | Crowds, Dunlendings, Hobbits, Elves, Gondorians, Bree. |
| Motivation | Passing the time untill he can return to Rohan. |
| Quotes | An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. |
Siward's Adventures
| (An Untidy Scribble) Journal: Private Confessions II. [Document location : Unknown] | 14 years 10 months ago |
| (An Untidy Scribble) Journal: Private Confessions. [Document location : Unknown] | 15 years 6 months ago |
| The Last Will and Testament of Siward. | 15 years 11 months ago |
| (An untidy scribble): Siward's Diary, Entry 2. | 15 years 11 months ago |
| (An untidy scribble): Siward's Diary, Entry 1 | 15 years 11 months ago |
