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Barandar
Barandar Dernhelm "Baran"
| Name | Barandar |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | |
| Age | 47 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveler |
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| Outward Appearance |
((https://www.deviantart.com/annahelme/art/Eder-745213630)) Barandar Dernhelm "Baran" Height 6ft 2 Build: :Thick and strong Features: Medium length, thick pale blonde hair, often tied in a loose ponytail at the rear. HIs face rather withered, small scars spotted around his face. The man was clearly a working man, or was. HIs features worn down from the hard work that life had given to him. HIs hands rough to touch. From first impression you'd see a tall standing, stocky man. He has clearly got some weight behind him but clear all the same, that he was fitter than your average man in Middle-Earth. Attire: Often seen in light clothing, mostly darker colours. Nothing flamboyant! Cloaked on occasion yet always carrying his trusty satchel that would strap over his shoulder. He would also dawn an array of jewelry. Silver, bronze and gold rings. Along with a carved wooden necklace, within the centre a ruby like gem. Weapons: A dark steel sword and one curved dagger that would often be hilted around his lower back. He would also carry a smaller asortment of weapons on his horse saddle, for whatever occassion may present itself. ((Banner image - https://www.deviantart.com/snowskadi/art/Not-forest-6-323548099))
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Background
Barandar grew up within Rohan, on a stud farm owned by his parents at the time. His father was a harsh and ill tempered man, his mother somewhat kept under the boot of his father. He had 6 siblings, 4 sisters and 2 brothers and Barandar being the middle child.
Image link ((https://www.deviantart.com/treijim/art/Arkatang-132815354))
The farm was situated just outside Grimslade, Rohan. A well sought after farm, producing many steeds for the Rohirrim at the time, giving the family a very high status within Rohan. They wanted for nothing, maids, gardeners, cooks, stable hands, it was all theres yet young Barandar was still forced to work for his keep. HIs father would often beat him into finishing his duties to the farm, his mother standing idly by. He would often run from the farm, fleeing the beating him and his siblings were suffering, hiding his younger brothers and sisters at their uncles a few miles east.
On a cold winters day, Barandar has just seen his 24th birthday, and on every birthday he had, he would ride out and camo away from home just for the day and night, being at peace with his homeland, worrying not of his family and duties to the farm. However on his return he would find his father standing, sword drawn. He would pull Barandar from his horse, and without hesitation he would cut the horses head, nearly severing it. Barandar was filled with rage, he took up his own sword and cut the leg from his own father. His siblings watched on, standing still at the doorway of their home. His mother, hysterically crying. Barandar did not care, he felt he got what he deserved, so he gathered his things and whatever coin he could muster and rode off. He would not see his family again.
Barandar would go onto to live a strange and wonderful life, highs and lows. Finding himself trying many different professions, some of which he was very good at for a time. Yet what goes around would come around. He soon found himself returning to the farm, his father dead, his mother dead and his siblings scattered to who knows where. He layed claim to what was rightfully his and started again, taking the once great family name back into status within Rohan. HIs horses he bred were matched by few on the Mark. He worked his way into some very serious business, profitting handsomely and yet he was brewing distaste amongst 'Lords & Ladies' around the mark, rubbing too close to those he should perhaps have stayed clear from. This would soon lead to the farms demise once again, yet this time it would end in flames...Everything he worked for, lost!
He found himself yet again, packing what he could and running from what was soon to be certain death if he did not.
North! North he travelled, where a new life began.
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*All images are from different times within Barandars life, different experinces*
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Most distant family reside within Rohan. Immediate family have passed on. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Some dotted around middle-earth. |
| Loves | Passed |
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| Hates | Flamboyancy and highfalutin types, amongst many other things. |
| Motivation | Keep his nose clean, and his head upon his shoulders. |
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