Aliador of Rohan
In the end you just get tired, tired of the struggle, tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything burn to ash.
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Username: Shiggalo
Name: Aliador
Age: 21
Place of Origin: Rohan
Occupation: Wanderer
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Gender: Male
Body Type & Height: Aliador has a muscular body type and stands at 6'0 tall
Overall Appearance: An imposing figure with broad shoulders and well developed muscles from years of farm and military work. His ability to grow facial hair has never progressed beyond general scruffiness of a few days stubble.
Face Claim: Unknown
Hair Color & Appearance: Black often kept short, spiky at the front, unkempt and messy
Eye Color: Blue
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Family Tree: Unknown, Aliador was orphaned at birth
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Lover: None
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Personality: Aliador is a young man who is haunted by his past. He is quiet and withdrawn at first but will let people in over time or if they pester him enough about it. Prone to outbursts of extreme violence and will often spiral into regret over his actions if he hurts someone.
Aspirations: Aliador desperately wants to find a purpose for his life again, and wants to do as much as he can to help people.
Strengths: high level of training with a spear and swords, expert on horseback riding, despite a cold demeanor he is a very caring person, almost to a fault.
Weakness: Prone to violent outbursts, tries to hold the world up on his own, distrusting of others. Stubborn and tends to rush in without a proper plan of action. Can never turn down a drink
Fears:Spiders, the loss of his horse, dishonoring the memory of the brothers he once rode with.
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Weapons:
Twin Shortswords
Riding Lance
Tallun (Aliador's warhorse)
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History: Aliador was abandoned at the stables in Edoras as an infant. He was found by the caretaker who took him in and raised the boy as his own. Aliador grew up tending to the horses and learning the finer points of riding. His work around the stables helped him grow up strong and muscular. When he turned sixteen Aliador was conscripted, going in his "father's" place to join the king's army. His natural ability upon a mount proved invaluable as his training progressed. In time he became a skilled warrior off of his horse but a deadly force while mounted.
As a rider of Rohan Aliador fought bravely in his king's name, never questioning or arguing and always doing as he was told. But as time progressed Aliador found himself wondering if there was more to life than what he'd been given. He was beginning to grow weary of the constant bloodshed, of loosing his brothers to the blades of orcs, goblins and other foes. Too many times he'd had to watch as their pyres were lit.
Aliador was wounded in battle, taking two arrows to the chest and one in the shoulder during a charge. The volley knocked him from his saddle and sent him crashing to the ground. His head collided with the hard earth and caused everything to become blurry. In his state Aliador was unable to get out of the way of the second line and was trampled, rendering him unconscious. When he came to the battle was over, and they had lost. He pulled himself to his feet and staggered through the killing fields, mouth agape at the horror before him. Bodies of his friends were mutilated and disfigured, and parts of horses had been carved off for the orcs to feast upon. By some miracle his own warhorse Tallun, remained alive and found him. It took all of Aliador's strength to climb back into his saddle. The young rider could only slump over, still losing blood, and trust that Tallun would find somewhere safe.
The pair would be found by a wandering band of rangers who tended to their wounds and nursed them to health. Aliador knew that he could never go back to Edoras, no one would believe what had happened. They would call him a coward, claim that he quit the field and fled, and they would kill him. A part of hi felt that maybe his death was deserved. He wondered why he had lived while so many others had perished. Before he parted ways with the rangers they ensured he was properly equipped and he asked them to deliver news of what had happened and pleaded that they did not give news that he still lived. With a final thank you Aliador mounted his horse and set off, not knowing where to go or what to do, knowing only that he could never go home.
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RP Sample: Aliador shielded his eyes with his hand as the sun began to rise. He felt Tallun's muscles tense under his legs and he gave the horse a reassuring pat. "Steady" he said softly, feeling the horse relax slightly. Aliador gripped the reigns and turned the horse back towards the line, urging it forward to take his place. Carefully he tucked his lance under his arm and gripped it firmly as the line was formed, a powerful wall of muscle and iron. He waited nervously for the charge to be called, shifting in his saddle slightly. After what felt like an era it was finally time, the charge was called and the line began to advance. Aliador spurred Tallun onward and the horse complied, picking up speed and racing towards the enemy. Aliador looked down the hill at the archers readying a volley and felt his blood run cold as it always did.
The pain was incredible, his shoulder burned as the first arrow struck, knocking him off balance. The second volley pounded two arrows into his chest, penetrating his armor. The reigns slipped from his hands as he began to fall, his foot sliding forward and getting caught in the stirrup. His head bounced off the ground and he was drug a couple of yards before his foot came loose. Aliador felt like he was going to vomit as he struggled to his knees. He had no time to move out of the way of the second charge and was trampled, only barely managing to prevent further injury to his head before everything violently went black.
Codeword: Precious (found in the Rules)
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