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Haint
Haint
| Name | Haint |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Self-proclaimed "Idiot Herder" |
| Age | 30 - 40 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | N/A |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Tall, broad and rough are a few words that could describe the man at a quick glance. A dirty and ill-kept blonde hair lies hidden under his hood, a scruffy, unkempt beard escapes from under it, protecting his jaw against the bitter cold. He speaks with a rough and gravely voice, Rarely mincing words when and if he bothers to talk. Having spent too long within the shadows of the haunted woods, the man's complexion is pale as a ghost's and his eyes hidden underneath a tattered blindfold. He wears an old hauberk, whose glory days passed many years ago. Now, it's purpose is to protect the man from the elements rather than any blade or arrow. A small scar splits his lips, but it's hard to tell what caused an injury so deep Judging by his looks and smell, he rarely bathes and if he does it's most likely not with any soap. |
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Background
There are some that might wonder how Haint ended up living in the Old Forest, a place where Men and Hobbits rarely escape with their minds intact. Yet this man has made a home here. Ask him how he got there and he'll have no answer. Ask him why he is here and he'll claim he's there to gather up the fools that wander in to the forest despite all the warnings given. That someone must herd the living corpses and throw them back out into civilization where they belong.
Stubbornness and the belief he has outsmarted the ancient lords of the forest keep him from leaving. With the nose of a bloodhound and the hearing of a bat, he's chosen to obstruct his eyesight under the assumption that the lords cannot fool him if he cannot see. Benjamin doesn't agree, but Haint shall assure anyone that Benjamin has no idea what he's talking about.
(Out of character: If anyone wants to meet up for RP then message me here or in game.)
| Friends | A pocket-stone named Benjamin |
|---|---|
| Relatives | He's not sure |
| Rivals/Enemies | Tom Bombadil |
| Loves | N/A |
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| Hates | Tom Bombadil, that one rat that keeps getting away and when his socks get wet. |
| Motivation | To mock and outlive the ancient lords. Find a way to make Tom shut up. |
| Quotes | "Shut yer gob, Tom!" |
Haint's Adventures
| A new place | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Something isn't right | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Harebell | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Terrible joke | 6 years 4 months ago |
| Drip, drop | 6 years 4 months ago |
