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Iradan
Iradan
| Name | Iradan |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ranger |
| Age | Adult |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Annúminas/Tinnudir, Evendim |
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| Outward Appearance |
Iradan of the Dúnedain in Tinnudir, TA 3018 Iradan is a Ranger of the North, clad in the typical dark, utilitarian garb favored by many a Dúnedain traveler, or good fine woolen or , wavy hair messily pulled back in a short ponytail and his neatly trimmed goatee giving him a hint of roguish appeal though his optimism and cheefulness help temper it. His skin is softly browned by sun and heritage, the blood of the Dúnedain seemed to compell him to, like his sires of old, take to the shore, the sea, the sun. But Iradan's love is of fishing, not of vessels, and he has a keen eye turned to the nearest river and takes his favorite Elven-style hand-crafted fishing rod wherever his travels take him. |
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Background
One of those "Rangers."
Iradan is a easygoing, friendly man in his late 20s—a Warden of Annúminas—and unlike many of the company he is glad to call his brothers, sisters, family... he was born in Evendim, where his family still dwells in their cabin on the far side of the Sunken City.
Of his own interests, Iradan would say he wishes to travel; to visit the other Rangers, perhaps, those who dwell beyond the Angle in far-away Ithilien and those who dwell nearer, the secretive company of Esteldín... and loves good simple food, fishing, and spending time with Araglir, his best friend and fellow Warden.
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| Loves | Evendim, campfires, fresh bread, fishing, history |
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| Hates | When you step on dirt that is actually clay and you slip, disrespect |
| Motivation | Loyalty to the Dúnedain leads his heart to the calling of the Wardens of Annúminas: watching over and, perhaps, restoring the ancient city to some of its former glory |
| Quotes | “I am afraid we are going to need a steady supply of updog to rebuild Tinnúdir… [pauses to listen] …haha not much, what’s up with you?” |
