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Taigwen
Taigwen Silverleaf "Tai"
| Name | Taigwen |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Woodsman, Independent Ranger |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
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| Outward Appearance |
A tall, slender elf though appears a bit smaller in general when compared to other female elves. A pretty but angular face with a straight nose, full lips and grey-green eyes, is framed by an unruly mane of dark brown hair with red and gold highlights. Her hair is worn loose and is often in a bit of a disarray though is not unkempt.
Her clothing is simple and rarely adorned. Well made leathers in natural colors to blend with the landscape, a full quiver, a dagger at each hip, and a custom made bow slung across her back is her normal attire. Rarely does she go unarmed but if the occasion warrants she has been known to dress casually.
Her movements are deft and assured, possessing the natural grace of her kind. An adept woodsman, she can move swiftly and silently, often completely unseen and leaving little trace of her passing. |
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Background
Born and raised in the forest known as Mirkwood, she spent her time learning archery and woods lore. Like many elves, especially her kindred Silvan, she has a love for nature and wild things and an abhorrence for anything corrupted by the Shadow.
As the years passed and the Shadow waxed, waned and waxed again in the forest, Taigwen began to question her way of life. Angered by the elves apparent lack of motivation to fight the Shadow beyond their immediate home, she left that home to explore, to learn of the other free peoples, and to fight the Shadow wherever she found it.
Her travels brought her to the swamps northeast of Bree where she stumbled upon a party of Orcs about to have a meal. Seeing that the meal was a human male and being disgusted by the thought, her anger prompted her to attack their camp. She rained feathered death upon them from the darkness, shooting a volley and dashing away, never firing from the same place. She sowed death, panic and confusion, among them and just as she’d turned to go, heard the unmistakable sounds of battle within their midst. Turning back, she saw a lone man had risen up, swinging his blade, orcs falling like grain before the sickle. Unable to leave him fighting such a mob alone, she rejoined the fight until none were left but the few that had run off at the beginning.
And so she was introduced to the man, Quindomar. The two would eventually be led to Ered Luin and The Wyld Hunt.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Nature and animals |
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| Hates | Orcs and any tainted by the Shadow |
| Motivation | To fight the shadow |
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