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Nihtwulf

Nihtwulf Hornungr

Name Nihtwulf
Status
Active
Occupation
Wandering adventurer
Age
Middle aged
Race
Man
Residence
Wanderer
Kinship
Sperewigend
Outward Appearance

Standing just under 6 feet in height, featuring long greying hair with a few white streaks in it, an unruly beard on his face, Nihtwulf is somewhat odd looking for a man of Rohan. - This is due to the Dunlending blood in his family.

Physically strong, yet not imposing, he looks to be what he is, someone used to fend for himself, and used to get the job done.

His expression is guarded, his eyes ever keeping track of his surroundings.

Background

Long unkempt dark hair turning grey, a beard that needs trimming, it is clear this strong looking rider spends most of his time out on the mark.

Nihtwulf got his name due to circumstances surrounding his birth, he was born at night and gave a howl as soon as he was delivered, thus his father named him wolf of the night.
He broke his nose at a young age, when a foal kicked him in the face, that was his first harsh lesson regarding the treatment of horses. The harshest lesson of his life came when he began to understand the reason for being left out of the play of the other boys in the village, and the reason why the adults did not want him near their kids.
Somewhere, in his ancestry, someone mated with a dunlending, and thus Nihtwulf now carries the mark, the dark hair a dead giveaway to every rohirrim of someone not of pure blood.
As he came of age, he was not allowed to join the service of the thain as the others, and in clear terms he was told he should leave the village, and that he would probably face being shunned by all who name themselves rohirrim.
Dejected, sad and angry, Nihtwulf left Rohan, to find his own path through life.
He still holds on to rohirric values, be they not some he can freely enjoy himself, for to this day he is unwelcome in what was his home.
This is also the reason he seeks no company, nor seeks to be friend to strangers, he trusts them not.
To the few friends he has though, he is loyal to the death.
 
Especially elves rattle him, as he does not understand them, and growing up near the northern borders, his childhood was filled with stories of the elves hunting down any rider, venturing into the forests bordering the mark. He has never learned to trust a longear, and probably never will.
Making his way now though the world, Nihtwulf aids where he can, not out of allegiance, or for noble cause. He aids because he has an idea, a wish, a dream:
To be judged by what he does, and not by what his ancestry was.
 

Friends
none
Relatives
none
Rivals/Enemies
Loves
Hates
Motivation
"A Mead Oath I will give unto you; Until death will my blade not yield, until death will my shield protect, for when those who should in right be fighting do not, it falls unto bastards and halfbloods to do the battles that lords shy away from."
Quotes

Nihtwulf's Adventures

Days spent in thought 7 years 7 months ago
Duty of a guard (part 2) 7 years 8 months ago
Duty of a guard (part 1) 7 years 8 months ago
Ruin camp 7 years 8 months ago
Broken Oath 7 years 8 months ago
Nihtwulf's Adventures

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Whistling aft...
Turning south
Outskirts of...
Leaving Combe
Skirts and ou...
Forest Camp
A rider depar...
Nihtwulf and...
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