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Tarinnas
Tarinnas
| Name | Tarinnas |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Apprentice smith |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Rivendell |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
Tarinnas is short — not quite two ranga — and lean, though with a ropy, muscular upper body. His dark red-brown hair is usually tied severely back from his face, which is, more often than not, dirty. He's notorious for wearing his apron everywhere and clomping about in heavy boots indoors, but if he's forced to wear proper garb, he favors cuts and colors common among Noldorin followers of Elrond. |
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Background
Gillúrion (more commonly called by his mother-name, Tarinnas) was born in Imladris less than six centuries ago and has never left it. He is descended from every kindred of Eldar except the Vanyar, with mostly Falathren blood, though his maternal grandfather was a swordsmith of Eregion.
Tarinnas is now a smith as well, "but only an apprentice," as he is quick to say. He studies under Hemeldir and provides great sport for his peers, who love to make fun of his perpetually surly demeanor and fascination with all things Dwarvish. He idolizes the smiths of Eregion, but he has not yet produced anything he would consider a masterwork, let alone comparable to the works of those great crafters.
His mother and father still live in the Valley, though they plan soon to sail. Tarinnas speaks with them little these days.
| Friends | None |
|---|---|
| Relatives | NPC parents |
| Rivals/Enemies | People who try to get him to tra-la-lally |
| Loves | Working, reading about work, thinking about work, Dwarf-work |
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| Hates | Tiresome attitudes, talking to strangers, losing ground to the Enemy |
| Motivation | To find the right soil. |
| Quotes | "I am not sulking." |
