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Darrith
Darrith the Explorer.
| Name | Darrith |
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| Occupation | No one really knows where Darrith get's his Coin from, however if one were to ask him of his occupation he would simply reply; "Explorer." |
| Age | In the early thirties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Currently staying at the Prancing Pony. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | Before you stood a Tall Man, his long fair Blonde hair matching his finely kept Beard and Blue eyes. His Clothing furred and wellworn, perhaps even abit too old and ragged to be called wellworn. Even the small bits of Chainmail and Plate(Only when wearing Armour) didn't shine in any way, so a Wellworn Traveller would indeed seem to be a worthy title for this Man. However something that might catch your attention would be the Long Greatsword strapped in a Tender old Sheath upon his Back, it's Pummel shaped as a Horse-Head. A Master-Piece it would look like indeed, but the Magnificent part of the Sword is not the Material nor the Shape. It was the way it had been taken care off, it was like were it polished and sharpened every day. Always kept ready for whenever it needed to be Drawn. Another strange thing about the Man's facial features was the glimt in his eyes, a sign of being wary. This might be an effect of the long days on the road, or might it even be something else? |
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Background
"Darrith was Once a Man of the Mark, now... Well now it's hard to tell, what he is." - Unknown Family Member.
Known in Eriador as Darrith, the poor bloke who travelled with his Family to Breé in the seek of Refuge. However none was to be found, for Darrith knew he did not belong in the small streets and stinking Houses that is the vital part of Bree. He was a Man of his Boots, so to speak. And so he left Bree only shortly after having his Family inquatered in the Prancing Pony. But looking back at that Rainy day, it was perhaps among one of the biggest mistakes of his Life.
He travelled the land only with himself and his horse as Companion, but always with a smile upon his Lips. For this was the Life he wanted, the life on the road. Seeking naught only adventure, but the Honour he had never found in Rohan.
Upon his Travels he made many a Friend, and many an Enemy. Making his way West, towards the Sea he had never seen with his own eyes. And as Days turn into weeks, and they turn into Months. Darrith were missing, dead in his families eyes. Since no word had been heard since he had reached the Border of Ered Luin...
But, fate is sure strange. For on a Cold Spring morning a weatherworn Man rode into Bree, on his back a beautifull greatsword in an old tender sheath was strapped. This Man was Darrith, however not quite the same Darrith. For he had changed, changed into a wise Man. This might bring one to the conclusion that something changed Darrith quite abit in Ered Luin, and i'll tell you this much. He were never quite the same when he returned to Bree.
| Friends | Currently unknown. |
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| Relatives | Anyone of the Wulfgarn Bloodline. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Currently, too many. |
| Loves | Rohan, his home of Birth. Yet a place to which he can never return. However as any other true Rohirrim, Darrith has a passion for Ale! |
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| Hates | Hatred is not a feeling often present in Darrith, however some people and some Things, has deserved his Hatred over the years. |
| Motivation | It's hard to tell what drives Darrith, merely cause Darrith is unsure himself. |
| Quotes | "Death, it's truly overrated.." |
Darrith's Adventures
| A late Walk.. | 14 years 3 weeks ago |
