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Duinndir
Dûindir
| Name | Duinndir |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Warden |
| Age | In his prime |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Primary in the Angle, but travels around in Eriador. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | A wiry, rugged man of grim countenance, towering over others in height, his dark, unkempt hair cascading wildly, partially veiling his piercing gray eyes. He is often garbed in worn traveling attire, fashioned from dark earthy fabrics, tinged with shades of deep green or brown. His demeanor exudes a sense of stoic determination, honed through years of traversing the untamed wilderness.
 Recognized as a kindred among his fellow adûns, a respected dûnadan to the elves of Rivendell and a scorned ranger in the eyes of a Bree folks.
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Background
Were the words his mother uttered in prophecy right after his birth, foretelling his path towards becoming a warden among the Dûnedain, also known as a ranger among elves and Bree folks. Born and raised somewhere in Angle, where he received his tutoring from both his own people and the elves in Rivendell, preparing him for the long years of hardship.
As soon as he came of age, Dûindir started wandering the realms of old, watching the long lost borders as his father and forefathers had done before him. Dutifully he walked the forgotten paths, waged the endlessly fight against the dark folks and when duty permitted, lingered in Rivendell to learn from the firstborn and hear their songs and tales.
With time and more wisdom, he slowly earned the respect among his peers and was granted the role to captain certain joint efforts, towards evil folks that intruded upon the borders his people guard.
Do you know Dûindir? Elves in Rivendell might have taken notice, but not likely. Fellow Dûnedain raised up in Angle have heard or even met him. Unknown to hobbits, dwarves and most men in Eriador. A few villagers in and around the towns of Bree & Herne know him by the name Grimface.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | His father have been missing for years, presumed dead. No siblings, but his mother and some distant relatives are still alive in Angle. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The dark folks and all their kindred. |
| Loves | The northern wilderness he calls his home, rivers in particularly. Elven song and tales of the old. |
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| Hates | His heart despises the wanton destruction of nature, done by the dark folks. |
| Motivation | Driven by a deep-rooted commitment to safeguarding the freedom and well-being of the free folks. |
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Duinndir's Adventures
| Flowing wild through woods and hills | 1 year 8 months ago |
| The Adûn Gathering - Howling in the Northern moors | 1 year 8 months ago |
| Two Dûnedain | 1 year 8 months ago |
