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Saerustel
Saerustel
| Name | Saerustel |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Awaiting Permenant Employment |
| Age | Comparatively Young |
| Race | Elf |
|---|---|
| Residence | Wandering |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Saerustel bears a rather typical Elven facial structure, a long and rather pale set of features adorn her visible guise. Her expression usually appearing quite solemn and reserved but rather quick to form a smile, if a thin one. Thin, blackened outlines are carved under her steely grey eyes due to a lack of sleep, complimented by a set of peachy lips - unaided by any form of heretical beauty enhancement, seemingly by a lack of care on her part. Light brown hair spans down to chin length and sits upon her head and is lazily drawn partially over one eye.
Usually standing with a degree of relaxation in her posture, Saerustel seems to maintain a rather leisurely pace when performing her actions, although such is a variable. Neither incredibly graceful nor sharp actions are typically associated with her outward body language. Height-wise, she stands at a proud and feminine 5'8'', accompanying such with a lissom frame that bears a noticeably commendable amount of musculature.
Typically garbed in rather heavy sets of hauberks or a studded set of leather armor when out in the field, she values and prizes clothing on its utility rather than its outward form, reflected primarily within her usual attire. Her worn hauberks usually sport intricate embroidery with her most used ones being either primarily chain or leather in terms of protection value. When not seen in armor, she sports a simple vibrant blue top with a series of yellow elements embodied in as a highlight, these lead down to a grey set of trousers, neither exceedingly form-fitting nor baggy. Her shoes being a typical set becoming of a commoner.
Her vocal tone is difficult to place, aspects of both high-born and that of a commoner incorporated into her speech. Regardless, her voice is rather light in pitch, often maintaining a level-headed tone with just a grain of hubris detectable in it. Her voice seems to naturally fit and compliment everything about her visage except the attire she garbs herself in. Her usage of Westron seems immaculate, with sophisticated wording that would mark her amongst a scholarly class, freely weaving a Sindarin word or two when bidding a fare-well or greeting. |
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Background
Born in Lindon, Saerustel was given a scholarly education and thus was raised in a nondescript house of minor nobility, of which owned a small deal of farmland. After her first degree of primary education was complete, she gained an apprenticeship working within a local blacksmith. She, regardless of her then current duties, was always more concerned with the farmland of which her parents owned, lending a hand often when unneeded, much to the confusion of her elders.
After much debate, spontaneous ambitions and discouragement from her mother and father, she had decided to relocate, straying from her home within Lindon to find her way to Mithlond, known to Men as the 'Grey Havens'. With what little coin she had earned since her time at the smithy, she put into a small residence and (after strenuous effort on her part) training in order to join the local guard cadre.
The ambition of acting as a bulwark to others remained strong within her, eventually garnering her a position within the local sentries. Her position within the company would not raise much nor earn her (in the eyes of others) a great deal of honor, but she was content to overseer others and keep the peace in what she saw as the ideal occupation. She had learned, from the various trials she had been put through in order to join the sentries, a great deal on the usage of long spears and shields along with basic utilization of light armor. Regardless, she was no master in such and certainly couldn't be considered such to this day.
After events that Saerustel would describe as 'a tragic change of direction', she had decided to resign from her position within the Mithlond Sentries after nearly two centuries of safekeeping both the Havens and the surrounding land. She found herself nigh penniless after a few months of unemployment and, unable to find a vocation which suited her, she joined a caravan heading across the mountains to Ered Luin and, since then, has found her way to Bree after working with several caravan companies as a hired help.
She currently resides at a small woodland camp near the Old Forest, distancing herself from society as a whole and interacting with others only when necessary.
| Friends | None |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Philosophy, Sophistication, Artwork, Diligence, Wine, Gambling |
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| Hates | Unneeded Violence, Gluttony, Rowdiness, Egotism |
| Motivation | Survival, at the moment. To earn enough coin to make a living and become financially stabilized. |
| Quotes | "Aren't the wisest those who chronicle the actions, rather than those whom perform them?" |
