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Dartelion
Dartelion of Rohan
| Name | Dartelion |
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| Occupation | This and that. |
| Age | middle aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Early Thirties Handsome Tall with blonde hair and green eyes. Wears expensive clothing and often seen wearing a wide brimmed feathered hat which he seems extremly proud off. Wears a wellmade sword on his hip and has several short blades visable on his person, one in each boot two on his belt and another in a arm sheath. |
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Background
Born in Edoras through the union of a Horsemaster and his wife, learnt to ride by ten, play the lute by eleven and hold a sword by twelve. Left at the age of nineteen after a dispute over a female aquaintance, pursued by a father, three brothers and seven cousins.
Arrived in Minas Tirith with the horse on which he rode the clothes on his back, sword on his hip and a lute in his hand. Managed to amass and spend several small fortunes by the time he was twenty one through underworld gambling and other methods.
Left Minas Tirith at the age of twenty-one pursued by one father, five brothers, seven cousins and a collection of other furious/curious citizens, headed to Dol Amroth.
Age Twenty-four, successful musician in Dol-Amroth, favoured by the nobility. Runs into Arenfith Irongrip Captain of The Free Peoples and Knight of Dol Amroth at a feast held by Prince Imrahil.
Age Twenty Five. Falls once again alongside cut throats, beggars and thieves, disapears for a few years.
Age Thirty One,Re-Emerges, decides to travel, helped in his desision by the mob pursuing him, heads north to Dale, South to Rohan and North-East to Bree.
Since arriving in Bree he hasmade a name for himself as an informannt and criminal, however whatever his dealings were, past associates seem to have caught up with him, he disappeared unexplained, leaving behind a large tab at several inns.
| Friends | none |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Wine, Women and Song. Gold, praise and attention. |
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| Hates | Anything that can disrupt his cavalier attitude. |
| Motivation | Laying low for a few months while contnuing to live his hedonistic, self loving and deviant lifestyle and make some profit at the same time. |
| Quotes | 'Whats this? A glass? I'm an alcoholic not a toddler fetch me the jug... and those decanters while your at it.' |
