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Carneleth

Carneleth Nightweaver

Name Carneleth
Occupation
lonely wandering bard and healer - some call her a witch
Age
a few years over thirty
Race
Man
Residence
she has no ceiling over her head, she enjoys the harmony of the nature
Kinship
none
Outward Appearance

Carneleth has a calm, silent appearance. She is not very fond of excessive talking, but if you have enough luck, you may hear her husky, deep voice. Carneleth has ebony hair and smooth brown skin - inheritance of her distant Southron relatives. Her eyes are dark emerald green.

Usually Carneleth wears dramatic coloured dresses. Especially she fancies burgundy and black.

Background

Past

Carneleth, in her childhood known also as Morcairiel (daughter of the black ship, Sindarin), spent her youth in Gondor, in the land of the brave men. If she tells you this, you have had Eru in your side. More she will tell for nobody.

Present

It is often told, that she is a spy of Dunland. It could be a half truth for it is very possible that she has several relatives there. But a spy? Perhaps not. Carneleth serves no one but herself. The others can have their schemes, she has only thoughts of her own.

Future

Carneleth has no special plans for the future. All she knows is that she will keep playing music for her own pleasure.

Friends
if you ask, probably she will answer: "The ones who are still alive want nothing to do with me."
Relatives
many are unknown
Rivals/Enemies
"Many", she may say. It is not literally true. Her only enemies are the nine riders, once great kings of Men, nowadays nothing but servants of the Shadow
Loves
different kinds of wine, ships, nature, red roses and her father
Hates
beer, greediness, indiscretion, meaningless words and the Witch-king
Motivation
It is her aim to learn about people and know, that she is still sane
Quotes
None. It is just mindless to keep repeating things.
People speak, but they never listen carefully enough. Sad, is it not?

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