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Tristal
Tristal Greyleaf.
| Name | Tristal |
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| Occupation | Travelling Hunter. |
| Age | Alas he was not old, but neither could he be considered truly young anymore. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Travelling. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance |
Estimating to be but slightly shorter than the average Men who prowled Arda's roads and woods, yet some might say that he also looked far more welcoming than most other wanderers upon the same path as He.His eyes shined of a bright blue, lighting up his otherwise worn face, decorated with many a scar and bruise. An odd thing it was, that he could manage to seem so friendly towards whomever who crossed his path, or perhaps he wasn't all as friendly as he seemed?Alas he clad himself in the garments of a Hunter, oft seen wandering to and fro between the forests and roads of Eriador and Rhovannion alike. Travelling with naught more within his possession other than his old horse, a ferret, his longbow, and an oddly strange Long-Sword hidden beneath the many bags of supplies and hunting-equipment. |
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Background
Life is remarkably alike to that of a puzzle. It can never be foretold how it will be shaped before it is done, and nor can you ever know wether all pieces were indeed correct till you place the last and final piece.
Alas for some, the pieces already placed fades and become nothing more than clouded memories. For some have no memory of their once so clear and important past, the past that did not only shape them, but led them to the life that they live today. Yet one such story, perhaps the most curious one, I will share with you; The tale of Tristal Greyleaf the Farmer, the Hunter, and so much more that he has now forgotten...
However as you might wonder, how can a Man forget about the most of his life? I shall tell you, but not now. Yet I shall share a short, alas a most important asset to our story:
For from where Tristal originates, remain clouded among the darkest mists of Mystery. But there are still few, however not many, that remember the odd appearance of a young Man on the outskirts of the once proud but simple village of Threstlebrigde. Some say that he came from very peaks of the world, and others that he was but a mere Bandit who had fallen as a victim of the Outlaw's own wicked sense of justice.
Alas, and yes I will share with you the truth, was that he rode into the small village of Threstlebrigde (Yet from where, I do not know.) And here he stayed. Right untill that horrid day, that remains a living nightmare within the last clear memories of his mind...
What day, do you wonder? From where did he come, you wonder? All this and so much more, is for you my friend, to explore for yourself...
Tales of the Hunter.
An odd Journey...
Prologue.
Un-welcome.
In the making....
Authors note; Greetings dear reader, first of all I hope you liked the profile and would like to meet up in-game. If you do so desire send me a message or and in-game /tell, alas even then I will as often as I can allow myself be at the occasional RP-Hubs and weekly events.
Hope to meet YOU in-game! ;-)
Music used for this Profile was made Adrian Von Ziegler, who owns all rights to said soundtrack.
| Friends | None. |
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| Relatives | Unknown at current time. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | Among some of the many things that Tristal adored, his love for his pet (The ferret known under the simple name of; Tommy.), his love for Ale, and the thrill of the hunt, were indeed some of the most important things. |
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| Hates | Orcs, and so much more that he has now forgotten... |
| Motivation | To find peace within his own mind. |
| Quotes |
Tristal's Adventures
| An odd Journey, chapter 1: Un-welcome. | 13 years 3 months ago |
| An odd Journey: Prologue. | 13 years 4 months ago |
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