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Cathiar
Cathiar
| Name | Cathiar |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Second Captain of Gondor |
| Age | 32 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Minas Tirith - Currently wandering. |
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| Outward Appearance | A tall man in his early 30s Cathiars muscular body and stone grey eyes lend him an authority that is hard to dismiss. He bears a short cropped brown beard and a ruddy complexion. Scarred and hardened from years of service, he carrys himself with the assured manner of one used to combat.
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Background
Born and raised in a low class family on the first ring of Minas Tirith Cathiar spent his youth helping his family run the small forge owned by his father.
As he grew the muscular that comes with life as a Smith began to attract the attention of local gangs who sought to use his bulk against their rivals. If left unchecked this attention may have dragged the young man down an altogether darker path but luckily fate had other plans.
During one evening of carousing with his new "friends" Cathiar and his crew were attacked by a rival gang. During the fight the others were all slain, leaving Cathiar backed against a wall and fighting for his life. He would have died had it not been for the squad of guards that arrived at that very moment the soldiers made short work of the brigands and saved the lads life, catapulting him into a life of service and war that he finds himself in to this day.
| Friends | His squad mates and fellow defenders of the Fountain Court. |
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| Relatives | None, all dead. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Any who threaten the White City |
| Loves | His people, being at the center of things. |
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| Hates | Orcs and other servants of the darkness |
| Motivation | Serving the people of Gondor |
| Quotes | For the White CIty! |
