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Atharann

Atharann, Son of Athrandir
| Name | Atharann |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Depends on the timeline (Ranger Pre-war, Hunter Post-war) |
| Age | Depends on the moment within timeline (Mostly between 76-85 years old) |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Depends on the timeline I rp in |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Age: 76/85 Winters depending on the timeline
Age on sight: Mid 30s Name: Atharann: His birth name Helegrandir: His name during his dwelling and service in Dol Amroth and Gondor.
Pakkas-susi: Name given to him by the Lossoth tribes. Sig: A cover name he uses/used known around common men Titles: - Wolf of the North (among some common men and his kinsmen) Voice: Atharann has a deep gritty voice due to many years of smoking. If angry it can sound quite intimidating and has some fierce power behind it. But normally its calm and a very suiting-like voice. Languages: Mastered: Westron, Sindarin, Sign Language, Lossoth-tongue, Rohirric, Black Speech Leaning: Adûniac Appearance: Atharann has a strong, muscular build perfect for archery and agility His eyes are deep silver and his hair is black/grayish. He stands about 195cm (6'5) in height. He bares two scars on the right side of his face. One overlaps the eye the other runs down the upper cheek toward the nose. These are the result of a mace he once took to the face.
Atharann is capable of fighting with spears. Aronath: Fang: |
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Background
Born in the bloodline of Numenor, in winters long past was Atharann son of Athrandir, Dunédain of the North. He is the youngest son of Athrandir and Ethelyn whom were both of Dunédain blood themselves.
When he was young, Atharann lost his father and two older brothers as they killed in Angmar upon their trip homewards. After this the young boy was to care for his mother whom fell ill of grief and eventually died not long after. Left alone in the care of his Kin, Atharann started to learn of archery and swordplay. Though he showed great skill in sword fighting, it was in Archery that he exceeded any expectations. He grew and trained under an elder ranger by the name of Hirithal. To Atharann this man was like a grandfather and he thus often referred to the man as ''Gramps''. Learning for many years he finally set out at the age of 18. Now a young ranger of the Dunédain, he was left to decide his own path. From here on out he learned many things of elves and dwarves alike.
He always had a keen interest in the world around him and thus can often be found studying. This interest in the world has profited him with the gift of many speeches and well as the knowledge of various martial-styles.
His title as Wolf of the North was given to him by his brethren. It was given to him because he managed to survive in the wilderness for many days after escaping the claws of an Orc Slave-camp under the banner of the Iron Crown. After causing a uproar in the camp, killing the commander and fleeing into the wild he killed a wolf and wore its hide to keep warm and hidden. Aside from that he is also called this because of his insane tracking skills and fierce fighting spirit.
Atharann is also a man who enjoys the cold. He has spend ten years of his life up in Forochel before he went back to Esteldin to aid Halbarad.
In Forochel he made good friends among the Lossoth and helped them fight back the enemy. The cold has hardened him and he knows very well how to survive in the most extreme forms of blizzards and cold weather.
It was here that the men of Forochel learned too of his ferociousness and thus named him ''Pakassen-Susi'', The Frost-wolf.
He also traveled much of Middle-earth in his years alive. Making friends among many kin of men, elf and dwarf alike. Helping where he could and learning what he could. This has made him to become a skilled scholar and linguist as well. Always eager to learn more where he can.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Father:Athrandir (Dead) Mother:Ethelyn (Dead) Brothers:Ithrandir and Felarann (Dead) |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those of the Iron crown and all that follow the dark lord. |
| Loves | The cold, hunting, swiming, archery, Pipeweed, good stories, studying |
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| Hates | People whom brag too much about their achiefments. Carrots. Nosey people. |
| Motivation | He tries to live life as best he can, leaving behind the machine of war that he had become. But this still is a struggle to him. Whatever the cost may be, he would still do anything to keep those close to him safe |
| Quotes | ''Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family'' |
Atharann's Adventures
| The trials of Agamaur | 5 years 5 months ago |
| Lullaby of the Ranger | 5 years 8 months ago |
| Tending to a wounded fox | 5 years 9 months ago |
| Scribbles of a former ranger | 5 years 9 months ago |
| Camped in the Barrow-downs | 5 years 11 months ago |

