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Garihir
Garihir Ólafur
| Name | Garihir |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Mercenary |
| Age | Middle Aged, Thirties |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Garihir isn't really much to look at. His body is mostly conceiled by a large brown Hauberk, stretching from his boots up to his neck - and even that is covered with a large scarf. Through this large outfit, he does look... "well built" as one person put it, but he is certainly not a bodybuilder. A lean, slightly short man. His head is uncovered, his pale skin tone contrasting vividly with his dark red hair. His face is dominated with a large scar which crosses across his right cheek and eye, which people tend not to comment on (for whatever reason). Its dark red, and still rather raw and ugly, even though it is apparently many years old. Across his face, there are numerous slight scars and scratches, though they are old and pale enough to be hard to spot from the rest of his skin. His hair is... unkept. That's probably the most polite way to describe the mess ontop of his head. Lets just say he hasn't used a comb for a long while. His hair seems to remain steadfastly the same length everytime he is seen, however, apparently meaning he cuts it regularly. This also applies to his small beard. |
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Background
Garihir was born, according to his non commital comments, a long way to the south, somewhere in Gondor. He has a sister, Birna, who he has only met once since leaving home, which was recently. He hasn't spoken much about his earlier life, but it can be assumed he spent alot of his early life as a worker, or farmer, before later joining a Gondorian army.
He was a soldier in it for a decade or so, slowly working his way up in rank, generally by "outliving everyone higher rank than me", as he puts it. For unknown reasons, possibly stress, he retired from his high ranked position to a life of drinking and fighting. Well, at the start there was fighting, then he decided that drinking was a safer option. Recently, he has stopped drinking his favorate beverage, Cider, and is trying other things. (He tried white wine, but couldn't figure out that cork thing.)
He has occassionally dabbled in poetry, song writing, music, romance, woodsmanship and other hobbies of the out of work man, but has failed at most of them. However, he is still trying, and is currently trying to make ends meet as a blacksmith. He would also like to pay all the rent (400s and counting) he owes, so he can live in his house again.
Depending on when you speak to him, you will either be greeted with an insult, a sigh, or a perfectly normal greeting. It depends on the mood, really.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies | No-one he remembers, but he must have angered someone or other at some point. |
| Loves | Elice, his sister (Birna), clouds, snow, swords, sighing, hats with those brims and feathers on. |
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| Hates | Halflings, Dwarves who play musical instruments, rude people, silly people, musical instruments, those stupid soldiers who recruit in the Pony all the time. |
| Motivation | Curiousity about how he will die. Oh, and paying off that rent, so he can live in his house. |
| Quotes | *sigh* |
