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Anonymous

Narelin
| Name | Anonymous |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Armourer |
| Age | 57 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Narelin is clearly an old looking man. He doesn't show too much evidence of getting many scars within battle despite leading a life full of war. His walk is far slower than it once was as the years seem to be catching up to him, this shows that physically he is quite weak now and the days of wielding a sword are behind him. He currently doesn't look like the noble man he once was after much travelling and sleeping rough. |
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Background
Narelin, a man of Gondor, he was born in Minas Tirith in T.A. 2,961. He led and easy childhood, brought up by respectable parents and surrounded by his three older brothers and younger sister.
As the years went on, Narelin spent more time beyond the city walls hunting for his family, selling on fur and food from their store and from that, gaining much skill with a sword.
At the age of 19, Narelin was given an opportunity to become a guard of the city, at first patrolling the outter walls of the beautiful city and gradually moving up the ranks, becoming a guard on a higher tier as his skills grew.
He met a woman called Rachella. She had long red hair and they married in T.A. 2,991. They had two children, the first born, a boy called Narlith and also a girl named clareil.
Narelin became heavily involved within the ongoing conflict between Gondor, his son quickly joining the ranks as soon as he turned 18 and upon an ambush beyond the city walls by orcs, many men did not return to the city, Narlith being one of them.
Narelin spent the next year in decline, blaming himself for his loss and distancing himself from his wife and daughter until they left him. A lonely man in his late fortys with nothing to comfort him except alcohol. He took it upon himself to run away from Gondor, heading towards the west where after many months he arrived in Bree, a small town with little opportunity for him but it was safe and his past was behind him and secret.
Narelin is an old man, aged 57 and very proud despite his secrets, he is weaker than he once was but still shows sign that he has much skill with a sword.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Crafting, relaxation and the outside. |
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| Hates | |
| Motivation | To gain back his self respect. |
| Quotes |
Anonymous's Adventures
| Old and new wounds | 3 years 3 months ago |
| End of a Chapter | 3 years 4 months ago |
| The Blades of the Southron | 3 years 5 months ago |
| Failures and consequences. | 3 years 6 months ago |
| The Day Isulril Died | 3 years 10 months ago |
