Oreldir
You look at the greatest villains in human history, the fascists, the autocrats:
they all wanted people to kneel before them because they don't love themselves enough.
they all wanted people to kneel before them because they don't love themselves enough.
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Username: Sintalokse
Name: Oreldir
Age: 27
Place of Origin: Gondor, but lives in Esgaroth
Occupation: Dual swordsman, Protector, Part-time thief
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Gender: Male
Body Type & Height: More slender and tapered than most males. Six feet two inches. Lean muscles , broad shoulders shaped down to a slender waist.
Overall Appearance: Some call him handsome, others would prefer beautiful as a more accurate term. He moves with a sweeping stride, and though he appreciates the attention he gets, he chooses not to love any in his town of residence.
Face Claim Tom Hiddleston
Hair Color & Appearance: Curly blond with touches of dark crimson at the temples. Turns a golden auburn during battle and in the right light.
Eye Color: Stormy grey blue
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Family Tree: His mother was a lady of Gondor, his father a blacksmith of Esgaroth. There is suspected elven blood in his family, as Oreldir's name is also Elvish and the males of his family have been known for having long lives and rather delicate, sculpted features.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero, but vowed to never love again.
Lover: A shieldmaiden in Rohan who died defending her lands.
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Personality: Humorous, seems to love a good laugh, but always somber and quiet when alone. He lives alone in a small cottage he built himself. Often goes out near the border of Mirkwood with a book and a hunting bow and camps for half a moon. On these excursions, he talks to the elves occasionally as a friend and ally.
Aspirations: Become a Ranger
Strengths: Quickhanded- good at pickpocketing, using dual hunting blades
Weakness: Being outnumbered and surrounded
Fears: Goblins
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Weapons: Dual elven hunting blades, self-crafted longbow
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History: Oreldir was born to a poor blacksmith in Gondor. When his mother died during childbirth, his father brought him back to his home in Esgaroth, and drowned himself shortly afterwards, leaving Oreldir to grow up with his grandparents. Later, Oreldir would often wake up screaming from nightmares of his father walking trance-like off the shores of the lake and disappearing soundlessly into the water, the slender white arms of a bloodless woman rising from the mirror-like waters at the last moment to wrap around his father's shoulders and drag him under.
His grandfather was a bitter old man and raised Oreldir the way he raised his father, with rough words and strict blows. He wanted Oreldir to be a blacksmith as he and his son had been, but Oreldir never had any interest in the smithing arts, though he became rather skilled at shaping and creating weapons.
When Oreldir turned seventeen, his grandparents died and left him his inheritance, including a locked box and a small fortune in gold coins. Inside the box was a pair of glittering mithril hunting knives attached to a note in his father's handwriting, describing their value and asking him to use them as he would.
He sold the house that had left him with so many bad memories. Having no interest in smithing, he journeyed to Imladris and begged the counsel of Lord Elrond, who, over the course of five years, taught Oreldir to hunt, speak, write, and endure like one of the elven race. He returned to Esgaroth and built himself a small cottage on the outskirts of Esgaroth, as close to the forests as possible.
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Codeword: precious
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