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Iarvenuil
Iarvenuil Dondoras
| Name | Iarvenuil |
|---|---|
| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | A knight, going wherever his steed leads him. |
| Age | Thirtees |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wherever his path leads him. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Iarvenuil is a rather tall man, about 6.4 feet, with a very athletic build. He has but few scars on his body, but that does not mean he hasn't seen much fighting in his life... In fact, he has known nothing more than fighting and teaching others how to wield a blade and teaching tactics. His life as a knight is clearly seen in his proud and static attitude...
With his dark brown hair kept short and his smoothly shaven face, Iarvenuil gives others the feeling he is a very friendly man, and his ever present smile only enforces that feeling. He speaks with a clear and warm voice, yet do not be mistaken, for his friendly attitude hides a cold, cruel wrath deep inside. Luckily, it happens but rarely that someone or something actually sees him in his enraged self...
He prefers to wear heavy armour, though sometimes he switches for a lighter chainmail. His outfits are mostly in a dark blue or a black colour, signing others he is in service of his homeland, Gondor. When there is no more need of armour, he will gladly change for a lighter and much more comfortable weave, almost always dark blue or black coloured. |
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Background
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| Friends | His brothers in arms, especially the knights and soldiers that serve alongside him... |
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| Relatives | His father and mother who live in Minas Tirith, and one younger sister. |
| Rivals/Enemies | the Forces of Evil, especially the corsairs of Umbar. Unjust people that break their oaths and vows just like that, the forces of Evil... |
| Loves | He loves to smoke his pipe, stuffed with Old Toby or Longbottom Leaf, along with a glass of good red wine or mead. He will never run from a fight that he deems just, or in defence of Gondor. |
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| Hates | Injustice brought upon those that do not deserve it. He also has quite the disliking for the corsairs of Umbar and the peoples from the South. |
| Motivation | Iarvenuil lives by the code of Chivalry, and as such aids wherever he can. He wishes to aid the Free Peoples in creating a free world again, and to protect his homeland once again from the ever growing threat... |
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