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Ceoun

Ceoun Leodent, Daughter of Cehondel
| Name | Ceoun |
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| Occupation | "Princess" |
| Age | Late twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | A small house near Combe. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A beautiful woman, five inches shy of being six feet tall. At first glance, you'd notice her neat blonde hair, the apparent innocence in her eyes; those of a girl who has been without true hardship her entire life. Her body is somewhat thin for her typically rugged bloodline, and she is lacking in much physical strength. Nonetheless, she is gorgeous to most. She wears fine dresses and tunics, and is seen unarmed more likely than not. She is too accustomed to being protected by others to carry a weapon. Though, if she needed to carry a weapon, it would more than likely be a tiny decorative dagger. She wears brightly colored earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, none of which carry any sentimental value - but a high monitory value. She generally smells of fine, fruity perfumes. The bottle of such can almost always be found on her person, as well as a stuffed pouch of gold coins she didn't earn a single one of. She is very easy to mistake for her sister, and it would take a significant amount of effort to tell the two apart. |
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Background
"If Ceoun didn't have the combat skills of a fish, she might be a threat."- Her combat skills, as described by her twin sister.
Full Blodded Rohirrim, though her parents spilt shortly after her birth. Her dad took her to Gondor to live a pampered and easy life. Her dad already had a ton of wealth, and even more once he was appointed commander in the Gondorian naval army. When Ceoun hit her mid teens, she went out to sea with her father, but never stopped being treated like a princess. She spent the greater part of every day in the galley, with food and a few 'servants' (really just lazy sailors that preferred looking after her over working on the deck). Her father, who at the time was quite large both in frame and facial hair, would frequently have to swat away younger sailors that had their eyes on his precious daughter. Though, a few of them did end up in her quarters at night, avoiding his gaze. But that just added to the luxury and excitement as far as she was concerned.
When her twenties came along, she was bored with the sea life, and headed off to Rohan with a pile of riches at her disposal, frequently sending letters for her dad for when he made port. Eventually moving along again to head north-west. Which, has eventually lead her to live in Bree-land.
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In reguards to her personality - Ceoun is never harsh of tongue. Spoiled, yes, and she does look down her nose upon people of extreme misfortune a bit, but not noticeably. She has a high intrigue in almost everything in some way, which frequently leads her to have her nose in others business. She is very immature, acting more like a fourteen year old than a grown woman. But overall, she is extremely kind to most people, until they are mean or upset her (which takes a lot) Then she usually ignores them, until they apologize. She hates getting dirty, or anything that causes discomfort (ratty clothes, chairs without back support, horseback riding) And she is REALLY easy to frighten. Mention of warfare, or ghosts, and anything of the likes can have her cowering in fear. She gives up very easily when presented with a very difficult, or strenuous task, and will never get into a fight. (And if she did, there's no chance she would win, or even get in a solid hit).
| Friends | Mostly richer folk back in Gondor, she knows few people in Eriador. |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | She's too sweet to have enemies. She is frightened by the Shadow Blade's house maid, Charlithel. |
| Loves | Fine dresses, pricey gems, foreign fruits, laziness, friendly people. |
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| Hates | The Corrsairs of Umbar, fighting, working, anything strenuous, responsibility, large fires, and people that mock her. |
| Motivation | All her decisions are impulsive, and made up on the spot. She is motivated by intrigue. |
| Quotes | "Ohh! That's nice! Where can I get one?" |
Ceoun's Adventures
| Metting the locals. | 13 years 1 week ago |
| Letter to Cehondel | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
