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Glahadron
Glahadron Barsadoron
| Name | Glahadron |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Greenwood Warden |
| Age | Middle Aged |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Greenwood ((Mirkwood)) |
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| Outward Appearance | Glahadron stands tall and lithe.His long warden service has instilled in him to always wear his long black hair away from his face. His eyes are pale shade of blue, set in an angular face. His eyes never seem to give any indication to what he may think or do, but gaze long enough and you'll realize, he has seen it all before. His face never tends to hold emotion, rather he seems to remain stoic. On the rare occasions he lets his guard down, you may hear him laugh, although faint, it holds an infectious air. Should the extremely rare occurrence arise, you may also hear him sing, not near as skilled as those whom sought the artist paths.
Glahadron may always appear stoic, cold and calculating, but should the Greenwood be threatened by outside sources, he will stop at nothing to see it gone. |
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Background
((Glahadron Barsadoron : Sindarin : Wood-spear-thrower, One-Faithful-to-Home))
There once was a time, when the Greenwood was actually green, the forest was alive, filled with the sounds of beasts, the cool winds rustling the leaves of trees, and the sweet melodic music and voices of the Eldar
Glahadron was born in the early second age, son to a Green Warden and his wife, a singer. He was always closer to his sire even following in his footsteps and beginning the lengthy process of becoming a warden.
Even in his youth, Glahadron would lose himself to the Greenwood and spent much of his youth and free time exploring his homeland, enjoying the many gifts nature had to offer.
As a darkness grew in the south, he found his homeland shrinking, no longer did he have the time to walk and listen to the forest, for he found himself fighting to drive the shadow back.
Should he encounter intruders into the borders of the Woodland realm. The first thing he will do is begin the series of warning calls. This usually revolves around mimicking the local wildlife so that the intruders have no idea that their movements have been noted by vigilant protectors of the woods. When the enemy are so set into a right position. With the Wardens and Sentinels ready to strike.. What happens after that, well.. That is a Green Guard secret.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Mother, Father. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Spiders. Orcs, goblins. |
| Loves | Strolling through the Greenwood alone. Observing the wild beasts that roam it. |
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| Hates | Any who dare cross into his homeland. Dwarves. Men |
| Motivation | To purge the darkness from his homeland, and return it to a state of harmony. |
| Quotes | "You do not do this for me you do it for the Greenwood, your life, for the many that cannot fight for it" "I'm not cruel, I'm harsh and fair, good work is rewarded, mistakes and self-interest punished." |
