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Aleriia
"Storm" in Bree, "Amarthanel" in Gondor
| Name | Aleriia |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer. She claims vehemently it's a professional occupation. |
| Age | Appears young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Nowhere in particular |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Her general appearance would resemble a lanky cheetah stretched out in the sun: relaxed and casual but capable of springing into action at a moment’s notice. Quite tall for a woman, her frame is slim with not much muscle definition. Her feathery, dark brown-black hair is cropped short and sticks up wildly, giving her a roguish and devil-may-care look. A slight smile is commonly pulling on her lips; most would say her expression is of shrewd amusement, as if she is appraising everyone and everything. Easy to grin, enthusiastic and spirited, she simply crackles with restless energy. Her hands are always doing something, whether hooked in her belt, gesturing emphatically, or flipping a coin. |
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Background
Getting her to open up about her past is...difficult, to say the least. Oh, she'll regale you with a ridiculous tale or some sage wisdom, all right. She'll profess how her home is everywhere and nowhere at the same time, because how can someone sit still in one place when there's so much to see, so much to do! Trouble shows up everywhere that needs fixing, and she's heard tell about this lovely tea-shop in Gondor that brews the most delicious...what was the question? Her background? Don't be silly, there's so many more exciting things to talk about!
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Her horse Jack, the smell of fresh rain, fine craftsmanship, travelling, apricots |
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| Hates | Bullies, wanton cruelty, violence, sitting still, needing to have patience, and figs. |
| Motivation | Travelling Middle-earth, seeing and revelling in the joys other people find in their lives. |
| Quotes | "That one, eh? The woman with the...hair...oh she's a decent sort. Little odd, always letting her mouth run away with her, but a fine woman." |
Aleriia's Adventures
| The Road Continues | 7 years 11 months ago |
