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Nurahir

Nurahir

Name Nurahir
Status
Active
Occupation
Ranger of the North
Age
Adult
Race
Man
Residence
Travelling, and when not travelling, Evendim
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Nurahir does not look very different from his Dúnedain kin. He is tall (6' 3"), with the distinct gray eyes of his people, and when he pulls back his hood he reveals locks of night-dark hair that cascade over his broad shoulders. His face is beardless like a youth's, and his expression gentle and calm, yet his gaze is often melancholic and seems to belong to someone much older. When he speaks, his voice is surprisingly deep in tone, and very smooth.


He tends to wear leathery clothes, dyed in shades of greens and browns fitting for blending into the nature around him, with a brooch set in the shape of a silver star the only item of seemingly any value on him. At his side is a long spear, made of solid, hard wood that seems both pristine and yet used, and a dagger is sheathed upon his belt, with another in his boot. A simple and unadorned longbow is slung upon his back, yet is nearly as tall as he.

Background

Nurahir was born upon the shores of Lake Nenuial, to parents of Dúnedain heritage. Not in Tinnudir as one might think, but unexpectedly and early, during a trip to the Even-rills. He was raised in Tinnudir for a time among the wardens, yet it was no true place for a child, and his family eventually moved to the Angle to raise him among the Dúnedain proper. He learned the ways of the Rangers from his father, and when he came of age took up his duty as a son should.

He often spent his time afterwards wandering the wilds near the Angle, completing his duty of guarding the innocent. But ever his heart yearned for the sounds of Lake Nenuial, and to smell the air upon the lake.

While in the Angle he met and fell in love with a lady of a gentle heart and a dreaming mind, one who touched the ever-sad and thoughtful heart that beat in his chest. Therefore he asked for Hithriwen's hand, and to his joy it was accepted.

Friends
None
Relatives
Several, in Evendim, and his bride Hithriwen
Rivals/Enemies
None
Loves
Hithriwen , Evendim, the shores of Lake Nenuial, water and rain, wandering in the depths of the deep wilds
Hates
Dry land, orcs, anything that would defile his heritage
Motivation
Service to his people
Quotes

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