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Gwinieth
Gwinieth
| Name | Gwinieth |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ranger of the North |
| Age | Exceedingly young adult. |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Esteldin and wherever she lays her head. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | She towers over most other women and some men of Eriador. Her hair, dark like dampened earth, is cut short for practicality and is always well groomed no matter sort of place or state of being she finds herself in. Her eyes, the color of tempered steel, seem to wax and wane in brightness depending on her mood.
She dons clothing that is not wholly unkempt but cannot be called rich or fine. In fact, most of her clothing consists of armor and hand-me-downs. She possesses one old and slightly tattered cloak that once belonged to her father and refuses to give it up; mending it over many times.
She more often than not travels with an old journal in which she makes many notes of various things; a sort of personal field guide to everything and anything. She also keeps in her possession her bow, an old but well-kept relic of a sword, a knife handed down to her from her mentor, various herbs and bandages, and a quiver of arrows.
All in all, for one so young, she seems incurably serious and intensely private - though it is not impossible to get to know her if that is one's intention. |
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Background
She was only five when her father met an untimely end.
She was only six when her progressive illness finally claimed her mother.
She was only six still when she was sent to live in the hidden fortress Esteldin under the watchful eye of her father's oldest and last living friend, a Ranger of the North.
By the time she was seven she received her first weapons.
By the time she was seventeen she gave her oath and took up her own mantle as a Ranger, going where she was bidden, serving those who asked for help, and lending her skills where they were needed.
She did everything expected of her.
By the time she was nineteen her mentor was killed in an ambush near the fields of Fornost...
| Friends | She counts very few people as intimate friends but she has a sense of kinship with a select few. |
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| Relatives | All of her family members are dead. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Servants of the Shadow... Occasionally her own people. |
| Loves | Sweet tasting food, the smell of herbs, and reading. |
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| Hates | Gossip, tomb robbers, being touched without permission, and being overly unkempt, disrespect for life. |
| Motivation | To save lives. |
| Quotes | "..." |
