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Anrick

Anrick
| Name | Anrick |
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| Occupation | Woodsman/ Forester. |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Anrick's hair and beard are of a noble grey having long lost the reddish brown color of youth. His eyes are dark brown and bordered with various lines and wrinkles, yet still have the spark and alertness of a man half his age. The kind, cheerful demeanor he carries about himself is evident due to the typical warm grin and pronounced smile lines across his strong face. The attire he generally sports is of a unremarkable style, ussually dyed in earthy tones of brown and green. |
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Background
Personality: His generosity and kind, trusting nature can certainly cause him trouble among those who are devious enough to take advantage of it. Otherwise, this makes him a very good friend to have if you are ever through Bree-land.
Knowledge: He has spent much of his life in Bree-land, knowing little of other places in the world except for rumor and here-say from occasional travelers. Anrick knows of Hobbits (Little folk), a little of dwarves, but elves are but a myth to him. Upon seeing elves he merely assumes they are just very fair men and women who are generally dressed in a fancy manner. He is also quite oblivious to the various troubles throughout Middle-Earth.
Fears: Barrow-wights, TheBarrow-downs, and The Old Forest ever since he was a child and heard countless frightful tales of them.
Of Note: Anrick is a widower who never remarried. As a young man he was happily married for several years, untill tragic events resulted in his wife's passing along with their only child. The immence pain brought on from their passing left a hole in his heart that, too this day, has never completely healed.( I will have to elaborate on this in a story, later on.)
| Friends | Various folk around Bree. |
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| Relatives | Deceased or spread across Bree-land |
| Rivals/Enemies | Gaarth and a few others. |
| Loves | Friends, family, pipe-weed, ale, and his old horse "Goldy." |
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| Hates | Bandits, thieves, and other unsavory people who cause trouble. |
| Motivation | A warm fire, a good meal, and strong drink at the end of a day of work. |
| Quotes | "Such strange folk these days." |
