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Curulon

Curulon
| Name | Curulon |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ranger of the North |
| Age | He appears near his forties, though he is far older. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance |
A true Man of Westernesse, Curulon stands at an impressive 6'5", tall and athletic with a grim, yet lordly bearing. Though often disguised, he still appears wise and mature beyond his years. When not hidden beneath the shroud of his hood, his keen eyes are grey and his hair a dark brown, akin to the earth. He sports a closely-trimmed beard and stubble flecked with grey. He is clad in comfortable but weather-beaten brown garb, with high leather boots and a heavy cloak of green cloth.
He keeps a pack strapped to his back, affixed with a bedroll and several pouches. True to his kin's wandering lifestyle, he carries a bow and quiver of arrows, with the bow often unstrung and wrapped for ease of travel. Several pouches rest upon his belt, from which also hangs a dagger kept in a leather-bound sheath. Peculiar indeed, is the necklace that he wears around his neck, appearing of Elvish craft and depicting a small star wreathed in leaves.
Though oft hidden and seldom revealed, he carries heirlooms of his line upon his person. He bears the Ring of Hissael, a ring of silvered steel inlaid with gold, bearing the head of a great bird with emerald gems set upon its eyes, worn on his left hand. At his side, kept near to him always, is a sword set in a scabbard of Westernesse, wrapped in dark blue leathers with silver metal accents and emblazoned with imagery of ancient Númenór. The blade is Annúngil, meaning "West Star", an heirloom and famous weapon of his people, forged long ago by the Men of Númenór. |
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Background

Elo! Sí tôl i-gollon Annúngil!
Od Annûn tôl! Mithrin i-chîn dîn!
Tîr i-eneth Dúnedain!
Beleg i-vegil dîn, i-chuid dannar!
Personality
A man of mysterious, yet regal, bearing who prefers the wilds and carries the weight of a great burden upon his shoulders, Curulon is steadfast in his beliefs and unwavering in his commitment to protecting the Free Folk from the Shadow. He believes highly in altruism and strives to inspire it in others. Perhaps his greatest strength is his deep-rooted compassion for all things good and pure, which underlies much of his exterior personality.
Curulon can at times be stubborn, and is hard to convince to stray from his ways, which have been set in him for many years. He also puts himself readily in danger in order to protect others, which has been almost deadly in the past, and thus contributes to his unwillingness to consider even the smallest selfish act, such as his own well-being. He is also quite private, and can take some time to truly open to another being, though it is never out of anything but habit from being of a secretive people.
History
Curulon, Son of Curunar, was born in T.A. 2894 in the land between the rivers Bruinen and Mitheithel, known as the Angle. Curunar served his people, the Dúnedain, as a Ranger of the North and as his first son, Curulon would inherit that duty. As a boy, Curulon learned the skills of woodcraft and tracking from his father, and trained in the way of the sword and bow. As he came into his own, he became known for his keen sight and skill in battle.
Curulon saw the reign of three Chieftains of the Dúnedain. First, Argonui served as Chieftain and it was during his reign in T.A. 2911 that the Fell Winter began. Curulon joined the Rangers and the wizard Gandalf in gathering food to provide the Hobbits of the Shire, saving them from starvation. Argonui’s death came in T.A. 2912 and his son, Arador, became Chieftain. It was during his reign that Curulon was sent to join the Rangers guarding Sarn Ford, on the river Baranduin at the far southern borders of the Shire. Arathorn II became Chieftain in T.A. 2930 after his father’s death at the hands of Hill-trolls.
Arathorn’s rule was short, as he was killed by orcs in T.A. 2933. His son, Aragorn II, became Chieftain then, and as was tradition he was sent to Rivendell, his name hidden from the Enemy. Curulon remained at Sarn Ford until T.A. 2941, when he was tasked by Halbaron, leader of the Rangers in Aragorn’s absence, with tracking the Company of Thorin Oakenshield as they journeyed to the Lonely Mountain.
Curulon came to the gates of the Elvenking’s Halls shortly after Thorin’s Company, having learned of their road from Beorn the skin-changer, who had received him in his home. Thranduil welcomed Curulon to his halls, and offered him food and shelter. It was here that he met and befriended Nidhiel, a skilled Elven archer and hunter.
Sensing the Shadow that fell over the Greenwood, Curulon sent word to Halbaron of his findings and took to traveling the southern road through Mirkwood. He came upon a nest of spiders, and soon a pack of orcs moving towards the Hill of Sorcery. In November of 2941, Curulon spotted the host of orcs of the Misty Mountains and Grey Mountains moving through the forest, and he began to follow them. His skill of woodcraft kept him from their sight, and soon he guessed their destination.
Curulon joined with the united armies of Men, Elves, and Dwarves and fought in the Battle of Five Armies, his blade felling many orcs and wargs. Curulon joined Thorin and his Company in their charge, alongside the many Men, Elves, and Dwarves, his friend Nidhiel among them. Despite the many losses on all sides, Curulon survived to see the Great Eagles, led by Gwaihir the Windlord, and Beorn the Skin-changer arrive and turn the tide of battle. Victory was secured by the Free Peoples, and Curulon joined Nidhiel in one of the many hunting parties that went in pursuit of the fleeing orcs.
After the battle and the crowning of Dain Ironfoot as King under the Mountain, Curulon knew that the Shadow still lingered in the North and orcs still dwelled deep in the mountains, and that his skills could prove valuable to the Free Peoples. Deciding to remain in Wilderland, Curulon took refuge amongst the Woodmen of Mirkwood, taking the name Hafgrim, Son of Hord, a hunter descended from the survivors of Dale when it was razed by Smaug.
The Woodmen came to know him and soon they called him Hafgrim the Watcher, or simply The Watcher, for few amongst them could match his keen sight. Curulon soon befriended the Woodmen’s patron, Radagast the Brown, and he revealed his true self to the Brown Wizard, though it was unlikely he had truly been hidden from the eyes of a Wizard. The Elves of Mirkwood, too, knew of his true identity and Curulon spent many days hunting orcs and spiders with Nidhiel.
For many years, he traveled beneath the trees of Mirkwood and along the shores of the Anduin, tracking the movements of orcs, spiders, and other foul things. He made his home in Rhosgobel, dwelling amongst the Brown Wizard and the Woodmen there, though he spends much of his days in the wilds of Wilderland.
He has since returned to the lands of Eriador, bearing tidings from the Wilderland and seeking rumor of the shadow that now spreads from ancient Angmar. He continues to wander the wilds of the north as he once did, protecting the folk of Bree and the Shire from the evils that now seek to destroy them.
| Friends | His closest friend is Nidhiel, a huntress of the Woodland Realm and the woman who has claimed his heart. He also has a close friendship with Baldmar of the Vales of Anduin, Bryony Took of Tuckborough, and Bruni of the Lonely Mountain. |
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| Relatives | His father, Curunar, is long deceased, though his mother Mírien still lives. |
| Rivals/Enemies | His most famous enemy is Guzbash, a Great Orc of Mount Gundabad. |
| Loves | Singing, reading, cooking, hunting, traveling, protecting the Free Peoples. |
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| Hates | The Shadow, hate, betrayal, dishonor, greed. |
| Motivation | Above all, Curulon aspires to see the destruction of the Enemy and retire quietly to live in a world that can enjoy a hard-won peace. |
| Quotes | "Not all who wander are lost." |

