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Razzael
Razzael
| Name | Razzael |
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| Occupation | Wandering mercenary and weaponsmith |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | A young looking woman who seems to prefer the apperance of a male. Short reddish hair, usually chopped ragged by a knife, battered red armour, old but well cared for, and an eye patch over her right eye.
Her face is deeply scarred as is her body if any part of it is ever glimpsed. She is tall and muscular, as indicates someone who has been wearing armour most of her life. |
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Background
Born in Rohan but travelled to the town of Bree at a young age, helped by an elf who took pity on the young girl. Once in Bree she was forced to begging until a young dwarf took pity on her, having only just arrived in Bree himself.
He taught her the arts of smithing and then, when trade was slow, took her onto the battlefield to earn their coins, fighting varied skimishes, usually arguing lords or the wilder lands of man where beasts roam.
Eventually, when she was in her late teens, her and her dwarf master got into a battle they couldn't win and he was slayed by her side. She survived but with great guilt, eased when the dwarves of Thorin's Hall welcomed her when she returned his body. They accepted her belief she was a dwarf born into a man's body and let her work the forges.
She spent long years in the company of the dwarves and hobbits known as Stout N Sturdy, until finally she left to seek her fortune with her friends of Tavern Appriciation Society.
Lately she has taken to wandering again, further and further away, alone and taking what jobs she can to survive,
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
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