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Annunion
Annúnion Arradon
| Name | Annunion |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Former man-at-arms of Gondor (deserted) |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | In Eriador, Bree-town; elsewhere, he lodges in inns and camps in the wild |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Somber of bearing, his dark hair kept short in military fashion above shoulders that seem perpetually braced under the weight of invisible armour. His eyes, instead of the sea-grey common among Men of Gondor, are a steely blue, reflecting some mixed ancestry. A long, lately healed scar, wrought as if by a sword blade, mars one side of his face and runs down his nose.
Fearing recognition, he dons at times a hood and mask, especially the further South he goes. |
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Background
Little is known of the southerner who names himself Arradon (which is the Path-less).
In truth he is a man of Gondor, and late of that kingdom's army that fought a desperate battle against the hosts of the East by Anduin. Refusing the doom that awaited him in a last charge alongside his brothers in arms, he forsook the field, flying north in ignominy.
Haunted each day by the shame of his cowardice and lost honour, he wishes only to survive till such time as he may return without facing justice for his crime.
His right name is Annúnion, which is Son of the Sunset, but he is no high-born lordling: only a plain soldier in exile from the sacred soil of home.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None known |
| Rivals/Enemies | None known |
| Loves | Memories of his home in the Southern Fiefs |
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| Hates | Gondor's enemies, fighting losing battles, sticklers for rules |
| Motivation | To outlast the war and return home safely |
| Quotes | "Not a night passes that I do not regret my actions, only to see anew their worth with the new day." |
