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Eorangar
Eorangar
| Name | Eorangar |
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| Occupation | Warrior |
| Age | Middle aged - Early Thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Unknown |
| Kinship | Heirs of Ruin |
| Outward Appearance | At first glance of this man it is obvious he has seen combat and other hardships in his life. His face though once handsome has been mangled by multiple instruments of war and tools of torture which have created a hideous array of burns and scarring. The right side of his face is burnt and his nose broken.His left cheek cheek has been ripped open at some point, leaving him with an ugly half grin, a thick long scar runs down past the inside of his left eye and along his nose where it stops just before the bridge. He has white hair and combined with deathly pale skin one would think this man to be an albino, however his fierce green eyes contradict this theory. His mouth is pulled back into a constant snarl, though it is not clear if this is due to the scarring, tightening his flesh or just his natural look. He is rarely seen outside his armor, be it light splint mail and chain or a heavy plated cuirass. He is always armed with two swords, one on each hip and is known to often carry axes, knives, short swords and a crossbow. He speaks with a Rohirric accent, and though rarely uses the tongue of his native people it is obvious where his origins are. |
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Background
He came to Bree a while back, with only his horse, his armor and his swords. From where exactly nobody knows, but his reasons have became clear to most as his renown grows.
Eorangar, clearly of Rohan has gained reputation around Bree as a man who is extremely gifted in the art of swords, who kills for money... Be it a mercenary contract or a bounty hunt, his work has put him on both sides of the law and made him enemies and allies alike.
After a series of 'bad missions' he found himself in opposistion to the group of warriors known as the Eagle Guard (A contract had been put on them by an unknown person and he was eager to accept a simple head gathering) He attacked several guardsmen after spying on themand gathering information for a short time and though none could match his ability they more than outnumbered him and he was forced to escape into the outlying Breeland area. He now considers them an affront to his reputation as a blademaster. As such he harbours an intense hatred for them.
In recent months he has became quiet, many (including the Guard) believe him dead, however rumours are beggining to spread of a skilled swordsman in the service of Nalokha who is as cruel as he is ruthless to his enemies.
| Friends | None whatsoever, though he has some who may be considered allies. |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | War, Battle and other kinds of violence |
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| Hates | Weakness and Cowardice. |
| Motivation | Once upon a time it was gold, then it was survival and now he seeks his revenge |
| Quotes | 'Run puppy, before I open you up and feed you to my horse.' |
