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Mithtur
Mithtur Voltharin
| Name | Mithtur |
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| Occupation | He was known for his knowledge of Alchemy. |
| Age | Murdered |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | He is a traveller. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | This elf, with red hair and grey eyes, is strange. Not for the fact that he is ironic and sarcastic . Not for the fact that he has red hair, which is very uncommon in the Noldor. Not for the fact that he is young, no more than a hundred years old. Not for the fact that his eyes are the color of snow: colorless. No. Its anger. The pure, dark, anger hidden beneath his eyes. His knowledge of herbs, poisons and fiery substances is great. Specially the fiery substances, which orcs have learned to hate. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His research was his undoing. He found what something that should have never been discovered again, and he died. Only two people witnessed his death, and they were shocked. For he didn't die by the hands of orcs, uruks, goblins, dourhands or bandits. No. He was found dead with runes carved against his skin, strange patterns of a language long lost. Runes like the ones on the scroll that caused his death.
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Background
| Friends | A few. |
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| Relatives | Three siblings. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Not few. |
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| Quotes | "If you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.” |
