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Widumarc
Widumarc
| Name | Widumarc |
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| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Hunter |
| Age | 21 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Sleeps where he can. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A rather strongly built man, standing at slightly above average height, blue eyed and blonde hair this man would be seemingly looking like a Northman. Strong of jaw, and having a rather charming smile, this Northerner seems to be kind-looking and goodhearted, though his eyes would at times reveal a deep sadness.
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Background
A man growing up in the North, in the great forest of Rhovanion, he learned to string and fire a bow from a young age. He learned to live off of the land and live in peace with nature as well as he could only killing for what you need, not for glory. Widumarc, or just Marc grew up strongly on beliefs of northern honour and will therefore sometimes look down on southerners or northerners who have forsaken their home without good reason. Widumarc talks little of his past, though does not deny it's existence or refuse to talk about it if pressed.
Little known, but Widumarc is also a rather strong singer, a voice that would be very kind on the ears.
| Friends | Few in Bree |
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| Relatives | He speaks little of them |
| Rivals/Enemies | None that he knows |
| Loves | Hunting, tracking and occasionally a drink |
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| Hates | Poets, bards and minstrels. Lack of loyalty |
| Motivation | To attone for his mistakes and give back to the North |
| Quotes | "Heads I win, tails you lose." |
