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Eolair

Eolair
| Name | Eolair |
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| Occupation | One-time farmer, now reduced to begging in the streets of Bree. |
| Age | Mid-twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Beggar's Alley, under the fallen masonry |
| Kinship | none |
| Outward Appearance | The first thing you notice about him is his torn and dirty clothing. His hair is black under the cowl he wears and his beard is unkempt. He has kind grey eyes that light up his face when he smiles which is when you might notice he is quite goodlooking under all that dirt. He may be an erstwhile farmer, but he is not stupid. He has the cunning of a peasant and will use the peasant's blank look of stupidity when he feels threatened or misused. |
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Background
Born in the Kingsfell of the North Downs to Eolrig and his wife Anne, Eolair grew up knowing only peace and the hard labour of farming. While his grandfather had been from Rohan and the family kept the traditional naming of Eo- plus suffix in the family, Eolair feels himself to be more of a Breelander than a Rohirric. At twenty he married a neighbouring farmer's daughter, Mariah Greenfield, solidifying the families' bonds and mutual dependance. While it was primarily a marriage of convenience, he did learn to appreciate his wife and in time would have grown to love her. They had two children, both boys, Eolfran and Eologar. At twenty four years old, Eolair was a proud, successful farmer of the Kingsfell in the North Downs, having taken over the running of the family farm from his father. He owned a large, fertile tract of land, growing wheat and keeping cattle. He had up to twenty farmhands during harvest season helping him with birthing cattle and reaping the harvest, along with his father who still worked alongside him, giving advice and support, his mother, his sister Annalyn and his wife. One night, an orc raiding party descended on the farm, dragging the farm's inhabitants from their beds and slaughtering them. Eolair managed by some miracle to survive and with the help of a ranger, made his way to Minas Vrun. From there he travelled toTrestlebridge, then on to Bree where he is currently begging for a living while searching for a suitable job.
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | A potato roasted over the fire and an ale now and again. Cattle and farming. |
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| Hates | People that tell him to get a job without having suggestions for possible jobs and people who insist he should fight for a living. |
| Motivation | To get enough money to buy a farm near Bree. |
| Quotes | Ah, well, that's the way of it. |
Eolair's Adventures
| The Escape | 16 years 1 month ago |
