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Duillaith

Duilliath Rincavornon

Name Duillaith
Status
Deleted
Occupation
Ranger of the North.
Age
Middle aged.
Race
Man
Residence
Eriador.
Kinship
none.
Outward Appearance

A tall woman standing at 6'3 with a wiry yet toned build and she looks at the world through a pair of stormy grey eyes, in which show much wisdom but have a mixture of sorrow as well. Her skin is lightly tanned from her hours in the sun. Her hair black and thick, falling down to her shoulders but it is often unkempt. Two long and jagged scars rest on her face, one hanging down her right cheek and to her jawline and the next atop her chin. Despite her unkempt appearance, one might go as far as saying she is a pretty woman.  But not beautiful. She does smile from time to time when she's in the company of a stranger, but her face is often marred with a solemn expression.

Background

This woman is known by a few names, Morgana, a wandering scholar in villages and taverns. Milluliel by the Elves and in the wilds, she is simply known as Archer for her bow has saved many lives. Her true origins are only known to herself and a select few she has trusted over the years. Her true name is Duillaith Rinvacornon, a Ranger of the North.  She moves ever onward as a silent protector of Eriador.  She comes and goes where she pleases like an Eagle on swift wings.  She can remain hidden if she wishes like many of her kind, but that depends on her current situation. There is little known about her directly, save the rumors that tend to spread across Eriador.  Some folk deem her to be a bandit and one of the more dangerous ones and others say she's a maddened woman whom lives alone in the wilds.  But the truth can only be learned by finding the woman and  seeing for yourself. 

((More to come.))

Friends
None as of yet.
Relatives
Deceased.
Rivals/Enemies
Servants of the Eye.
Loves
Roaming freely in Eriador with the wind embracing her, Protecting all that she holds dear, The rising sun come dawn, Those of her kinsmen.
Hates
Ale and cold Winter nights.
Motivation
To continue to roam Eriador and secure the lands within it.
Quotes
"A good day to you stranger." "Farewell, may the wind be ever at your back." "The world is a beautiful place and there are those that strive to keep it such." "Ever onward." "Valar watch over me.. I worry for the coming days."

Duillaith's Adventures

Departure 10 years 2 weeks ago
The simple land of Bree-land 10 years 2 weeks ago
A Ranger's tear 10 years 4 months ago
The thoughts of a Ranger 10 years 4 months ago
Who are my Kin? 10 years 4 months ago
Duillaith's Adventures

Duillaith's Gallery

Duillaith's Gallery