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Candrith
Candrith Alvrannon.
| Name | Candrith |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Traveller |
| Age | Young. |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | This Elf has no permanent house nor residence, he keeps himself on the road. |
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| Outward Appearance | "Rugged, and with his boots stained in mud." - That was how most people described the strange Elven Traveler, though it was but a shallow look upon his being..For beneath the heavy cloth hood, a most kind face was hidden. His eyes - As green as leaves - shined faintly, when touched by the slight beams of the suns light.Blonde was his hair, and upon his forehead he wore a - very - thin silver circlet. Something that did not quite fit in with the travellers, other worn features and garments.Yet his garments were Elven, eventhough they seemed of quite an age. Decorated with the finest patterns they were, though they were but barely visible (When seen on the road) Due to the thin layer of either mud or dirt - the price of his intense Wandering. |
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Background
Candrith Alvrannon, they called him.
Yet that is about all I have to say about him, for I know naught much of his past nor what his purpose is today other than what I am about to tell you;
Candrith is a true Wanderer, yet where he was born I do not know. Often seen wandering aimlessly between the Elven refuge's of Arda, without anything but light equipment and an un-saddled horse upon which he rode. It is but rarely that I have seen him talking or conversating with anyone for longer than the time it takes, to ask for direction or supplies.
Yet wherever he went, he did not seem to stay for long. Almost as if did he seem to wary and watchfull to mingle with his own Kind for more than a few days at the time, some would call it Strange.. Yet I just refer to it as; Candrith's nature.
However, from what ive told you now you probably think him nothing more but a humble and merry Traveller.. Yet I dare say - Even if I do not know him that well - that something is lurking, beneath the surface of his Indifferent expression. But what? That I dare not guess...
Authors notes: The writing that is used to describe Candrith in this short background, is merely a Starting point and may at later point be updated into the situation in his life or what is going to happen trough Roleplay. Hope to meet you in-game!
| Friends | None. |
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| Relatives | None that is officially known. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Unknown at current time. |
| Loves | The wilderness in the Lonelands. Yet he also ofcourse, had the love for more simple things, such as; An occasional glass of some weak fruit wine, or to merely rest in the wilderness near a burning campfire. |
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| Hates | People who seeks harm upon him, or those he cares about. The last one a group which would be rather small - considering his own words - if existing at all. |
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Candrith's Adventures
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