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Acelin
Acelin (Acelin Elion)
| Name | Acelin |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer, swordsman |
| Age | Young, early twenties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | A traveler by force of habit, he can often be found in Bree nonetheless. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance |
An attractive young man, Acelin possesses raven tresses and eyes the color of glacier ice that communicate his thoughtful and serious nature. At almost all times clean shaven, at most (after weeks in the wild) he will have a thin layer of facial hair that has trouble growing, giving away his age. His body is seemingly sculpted for the rigors of his life; his musculature a study in lean vigor, well-honed from years of living in the hostile wilds of the north and well accustomed to the presence of armorments.
He is often adorned in clothing of darker shades, sometimes offset by contrating whites and golds, and is almost always hooded in public. Seldom is he without an old but well-loved bow slung over his shoulder, and virtually never without a pair of swords: The first a gem studded affair clearly as old as fallen Arnor, if not moreso, the other, an elven blade made in the distinctive style of the Galadhrim of the Golden Wood, but recently Acelin has been experimenting with other off-handed weapons. He does not favor jewelry openly but at times when he takes his gloves off one can see a solitary ring on his right middle finger, cast in silver and bearing a small star sapphire in the center, white on black. When wearing armor, it is clearly of elven design, but fitted of course for a man.
He is a creature of few outward expressions. Not one to wear his emotions on his sleeves, his smiles and frowns faint when happy or sad. The one notable giveaway for him is his eyes and tendencies to stare with alternating intensities depending on what he is feeling. |
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Background
What is known
A figure that is (deliberately) shrouded in mystery, Acelin does not speak lightly or openly of his past, nor indeed speak of his surname outside a few. What little is known openly of Acelin is as follows:
He is a young man, but inordinately well-educated in a bevy of subjects despite. He speaks Westron of course, Sindarin as fluidly as if born to it, passable but halting Quenya and a foreboding knowledge of Black Speech. Recently he has settled his mind to learning Rohirric, once he can locate a suitable teacher and texts for independent study. Acelin has a large affinity for wild creatures, and while taming them is beyond his kin (or desire), he has never truly found the need to. He is a proficient archer but a prodigal of the sword, known for wielding two blades simultaneously to devastating effect and adapting lightning quick to changes in tempo and style.
He is apparently independently wealthy, but how remains uncertain. He is extremely charitable though, putting large amounts of gold to work in a host of ways such as feeding the destitute, buying taxation debt for struggling families and then destroying the notes. This has happened with enough frequency that it is being noted by several residents of Bree, including the more nefarious. He has been heard on occasion to remark his disdain for wealth hoarded while others starve, a thought he apparently lives by.
Marked as a quiet, even-tempered and kind individual, there are rumors in equal measure circulating about him throughout Bree. Some say he carries the gift of prophesy, others that he is just observant and others still claim that he is a bit touched in the head. This has made him as many friends as enemies of late, regardless of his hesitance to speak ill of anyone. In any instance, Acelin has been denying claims of anything other than common and simple perception. Adding to his odd reputation is that he has been seen in the company of a bevy of differing individuals, from criminal to those of noble blood. The truth is rather that Acelin cares not for reputation and accepting others judgments of people, and pays more heed to his own instincts and experiences.
He was a proud but a tad naive and often reclusive individual, content to serve the greater good with as minimal fanfare as he can manage. Recently though, he has returned after a long absence, his pride and naivete' all but spent, bearing something dark and foreboding, a feeling of grief and dread hanging about him as omnipresent as his cloak and hood.
| Friends | None, perhaps. |
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| Relatives | Unknown. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None known. |
| Loves | Swordplay, the wilderness, stories and giving charity. |
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| Hates | Orcs, Angmar, Dark Sorcery, the merciless and cooking. |
| Motivation | At present, Acelin's primary goal is to promote the betterment of goodly folk wherever he goes. |
| Quotes |
Acelin's Adventures
| The father and mother of Acelin | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Acelin: Unremembered times and formative youth | 13 years 3 months ago |
