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Angoss
Angoss Helendrel
| Name | Angoss |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Currently in Bree-land but she tends to wander. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A beautiful young woman stands before you and her form is slender. Her hair is thick and black, falling down to her lower back. Her skin is kissed by the sun and her eyes a light blue. A kind smile is often on her face. |
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Background
Angoss Helendrel hails from Minas Tirith from a family of merchants.
However, she never took to the family trade.
Instead she wanted to do something more with her life.
Her Father was the only one in her family that had actually known how to use a blade.
He had taught her everything he knew, then a calling came to her heart.
A calling to fight for what was good and pure.
As far as her childhood goes, she never speaks of it.
Her Mother highly disapproved of the fact she had learned the ways of the blade.
Deeming it foolish.
Angoss left Minas Tirith at the age of seventeen and began her journey, after her Mother had deeply humiliated her.
Hence the story begins.
| Friends | Those of Gondor and The Free peoples. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Orcs, Bandits, her Mother. |
| Loves | To do good for Middle-Earth, peace and laughter. Children and song. |
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| Hates | Being underestimated simply because she is a woman. Ale and her Mother. Anything dark. |
| Motivation | To serve Middle-Earth and protect all good folk. |
| Quotes | "I am who I am, either accept it or deny it." "Greetings my friend!" "The shadows come once more and my blade is ever sharp." "Yes I am a woman, you are indeed correct that I carry a blade but I still hold the elements of a woman." |
