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Radanir
Radanir
| Name | Radanir |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Adventurer |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Elf |
|---|---|
| Residence | Rivendell |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
Radanir (Sindarin: Path-Finder) is a tall, broad shouldered elf who carries himself with an air of privilege and discipline. Past his shoulders lay his fair near-golden hair often neatly kept away from his face by a decorative braid.
Piercing blue eyes are set into strong and pronounced features with his nose slightly larger than proportional, but its curve and placement seem to offset this to create an imposing visage.
 Closer Inspection
Radanir appears calm and centered. His posture refined and practiced. In the few moments he speaks, he seems to always have the words to express precisely what he means. Yet something about his character makes it seem as though he rests precariously on the verge of violence; an inaudible gesture that encourages obedience 'lest one is faced with needless volition.
In personal dealings he is quiet, reserved, and deferential to his betters. He is accustomed to service. Of course, he is doggedly loyal to the house of Elrond, and he conducts himself with circumspection.
To acquit his duties with care only for Lord Elrond's famed glory is his utmost concern...
Equipment
Travelling-Armor Radanir wears a white elvish robe coated with light chain-armor, Most prominently of his worn items is his Ithillien shield strapped to his backbag. On long journeys and often in prospect of a battle, he comes ready to brandish his finely-crafted Elven blades. Battle-Armor
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Background
A promise lays broken at his lips. It has been savaged by war cries and stained in the blood of war. "Do not become like him," His mother had said. His visage that of history repeating itself. He who walks in the shadow of his father and his father before him know well of the blade. Its absence, like a severed limb, would forever haunt the soul. He reaches for it within the brooding of night desiring a touch that is familiar to him. War is his only paramour; no other touch will do.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction; none can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."
Elrond Halfelven
| Friends | Gwenrael |
|---|---|
| Relatives | N/A |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Good spirited people. Songs of valor. Sharing comfort and laughter. Successful smith-work. Aiding in the restoration of the West. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Nothing that isn't trivial. |
| Motivation | Exploring the vastness that is Middle-Earth and protecting it from its ongoing plight. |
| Quotes | "We cannot abandon this world and leave it to the fate of Men alone. It is trusting in their resolve that gave way to the return of this great evil." |
Radanir's Adventures
| Imprisonment [minor gore] | 9 years 2 months ago |
