Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Hurinion
Hurinion
| Name | Hurinion |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Middle aged |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Traveler |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | Race/Ethnicity - Haradrim/Southron Height - Surprisingly tall, standing at 6.6 feet or just above 2 meters tall. Body Type - Ectomorph, tall and slim, but with well defined muscles with not an ounce of fat on his body. Though, with clothes on or Armour hed just look slim or skinny. Skin Tone - Tanned, his skin shows that he has lived an life under an scorching sun. Facial Features - An surprisingly attractive face, but with signs of scarring over many years. An small rip over his left eyebrow that is stands out white on his tanned skin, along with an six centimeter scar over his chin, starting from his cheek bone on the left down underneath his goatee. Over his right temple, he'd have an circular brand that stands out against his dark skin, that does look as if some kind of tribal symbol or perhaps an family crest in his native land. His smile shows white teeth, surprisingly white. His canine teeth are more sharpened then you'd see in normal men, they are almost an bit intimidating at first. How ever, his face shows no sign of hostility but instead an pleasant outwardness towards people. Eye Color - Brown, but with an hint of amber within the iris that almost stretches out throughout the brown. Stance - Is almost always relaxed in how he stands or acts, but when he stands still and watches people or is outside just enjoying the weather, you would see Hurinion swaying lightly side to side as to follow the sway of the wind or moving to a tune only he can hear. But if threatened, you would notice he is trained, agile and swift he would switch stance to an defensive one. Moving backwards, planting one foot behind himself and foot in front, being very quick on his feet, attempting to gain some distance from who ever is threatening him. |
|---|
Background
Origins
Much of the man known as Hurinion's past is left in the dark for an reason, he doesn't want to remember it or he chooses to ignore it. He came from the south about ten years ago and wandered up towards the lands of men.
History (Based on IC events since Release to circa 2013)
Vîdarna (his true name) had wandered for many months until he ended up in Rivendell, it did not take more then an few hours before he was taken into custody by the guards off the Elves there and imprisoned for suspicion of espionage. Thanks to his broken Westron, he never managed to make his wardens to understand he was not an spy but an traveler just seeking to explore the world.
He was imprisoned and held for a little under two months by the elves, until an group of people in the area decided to attempt to assassinate Vîdarna, why he never got to know. But it was shortly after that, the warden Elves decided to release the supposed 'spy' into the hands of an order off Gondorian Knights that where traveling to the Bree-Lands.
Bree-Lands
When the convoy arrived at Bree, the Captain of the order handed over the 'spy' Vîdarna, to the leader of the Bree city guard, which put him into an cell.
They spent over an week questioning him, until they came to the conclusion that he was not guilty at all, but instead he was just as he had been trying to say for months. An traveler and explorer.. Awkwaaard..
This began an inquiry and somewhat annoying situation within the political powers of Bree, where in there where groups that wanted to use the now 'freed' Vîdarna as an excuse to fire the captain of the guard.
Vîdarna on the other hand was given an months free living at the Prancing Pony as an apology for what he had been put through, although he held no ill intent towards the people for the situation he had been in, he was happy for staying in an nice and cozy inn.
Vîdarna never really knew what happened after this with the political situation, he only knew that people never really trusted him. But he always acted friendly and even made some friends, that included an old librarian elf named Jintena (could be misspelled) that even gave him an new name, which he used from that day on. Hurinion, he never knew what it meant, but he liked it.
Over the next few months Hurinion spent his time traveling and exploring, he even spent some time in Thorin's Gate where he was again, imprisoned believing he was an spy (seeing an trend here) but, since he now knew a fair bit more Westron he tried explaining the situation and that he has been cleared, sort of twice of these suspicions. But, he was still punished to spend an month working for the dwarves to show his 'loyalties'. He spent the time working for an Blacksmith named Ragnath which he grew to know and actually became good friends with. Hurinion was also allowed to walk freely within the area as long as within the eye sight of another dwarf.
He came back to Bree-Lands after an few months and decided to try to settle down there, unfortunately there was allot of suspicion towards Hurinion at the time so he had to try to prove himself over many months.
After a long time, he was given the rights of citizenship but didn't have the resources to actually purchase one. So he tried to get an job in the area around Bree, much to his happiness he got an good job on an farm.
After this, he left Bree-Lands and hasn't been seen in about four years. But now he's back, but not many of those he knew are. Where will he end up?
Out of character notes
Character was first created at Release and have been through ALLOT through the years up to my break in 2013.
If anyone remembers him, be sure to send me an PM! :)
Now he's back. *cheers*
| Friends | none |
|---|---|
| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies | none |
| Loves | Exploring, wandering, talking, observing, learning and seeing new things |
|---|---|
| Hates | Close minded people, liars |
| Motivation | To survive, to see, to experience, to be free |
| Quotes | 'I have walked many roads.. You see, roads others may have not dared to walk even on the brightest of days' |
