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Ahathran
Ahathran, Teller of Tales Short and Tall
| Name | Ahathran |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Singer of songs & weaver of threads. The metaphorical ones. |
| Age | Youngish |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | By the fireside. |
| Kinship | House of Daerendil |
| Outward Appearance | Tall and thin, Ahathran cuts a mysterious figure with a long travel-stained cloak, worn clothing, rust-red hair, and no pack to be seen. Her face is oddly long and pale, and though she is quick to grin and laugh they both seem strange. |
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Background
Roaming the wilds and towns of Rohan, Ahathran is seen often in pubs and taverns, by street corners and in roadside ditches on occasion. With a rebec case slung over one shoulder and a transverse wooden flute stowed away in a pocket, she will often trade a night's rest or a meal for a song or tale of far-off places. From where she hales is anyone's guess.
Name meaning: an amalgation of words from various languages, the name has no real meaning.
Quote is from Shakespeare's 'All's Well That Ends Well'
| Friends | Everyone |
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| Relatives | She has never once in her life given a straight answer to such questions. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those with less-than-acceptable manners. |
| Loves | To sing and tell stories, especially true ones, though she isn't picky. |
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| Hates | Humidity, and oddly-shaped chairs. |
| Motivation | To conquer the world, obviously. |
| Quotes | "Methink'st thou art a general offence and every man should beat thee." |
