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Avaldir

Avaldir
| Name | Avaldir |
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| Occupation | Ranger of the North |
| Age | Neither Young nor Old. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Out of sight to as many as possible |
| Kinship | The Green Company |
| Outward Appearance | Avaldir is tall, pushing 6 feet 3 inches with broad muscular shoulders which is evidence of his training. He has long brown hair and grey eyes with a goatee in the centre of his chin. His face is stern and worn, with a scar running across his left eye. He speaks gruffly with a hint of a Westron accent and his voice seems Rough, but experienced and intelligent. He often growls slightly when he isnt happy.
He wears light or medium armour as he prefers to have manouverability than protection, often of greys, whites or greens. He can hardly ever be seen without a hood concealing the majority of his face and he wears tall leather boots. Upon his back is a ornate Spear, and a sword is mounted on his left hip and a smaller blade behind his back. He often carries a shield due to his preference to be in the heart of battle. |
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Background
Avaldir was born on the 17th of November in Annúminas to his Mother; Lithimel and Father; Adathel. He had a brother who was two years older than him and kept an eye on Avaldir when his parents could not. As he grew up, Avaldir and his brothers relationship strengthened and they became very close, best friends to whom they told everything. His brother started training at 14, whilst Avaldir did not as he was only 12. When he was 17, they went out exploring the area together and found a small band of brigands to the North. They returned to inform the other Dúnedain of their findings. The council took note of thier speech and spent a few hours deciding how to deal with it. The brigands attacked after dark, slaying Avaldir's Mother and Father. After the ambush was repelled, the bodies were counted and named and burials took place. His brother was nowhere to be found. The Dúnedain presumed him dead. But Avaldir would not believe it. He finished his training in the use of Bows, Swords and Combat Tactics. He learnt how to track and how to survive in the wild. Upon his completion of training at 19 years of age, Avaldir was finally gifted the Title of Dúnadan. And he gathered his bleongings and set off in search of his brother on his own. He searched for years and found nothing, finding it almost impossible to pick up his brothers trail.. if there was one.
| Friends | The Dúnedain |
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| Relatives | Entire Family dead, but his Brother is missing, but believed dead. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Servents of The Dark Lord |
| Loves | Annúminas, Arnor and Pursuit |
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| Hates | Ill-Mannered People and anyone who threaten Arnor or The Dúnedain |
| Motivation | To fight for Arnor and find his Brother. |
| Quotes | 'Those who have courage and think selflessly, gain Honour. Honour gains them Respect, Respect shall earn them Friendship. Friendship grants them Trust.' |
Avaldir's Adventures
| Wandering Purposefully - Chapter 2 | 16 years 2 months ago |
| Wandering Purposefully - Chapter 1 | 16 years 2 months ago |
