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Hardoleth

Hardoleth of Beggar's Alley (Dead)
| Name | Hardoleth |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Captain of the Bloody Dawn (Formerly) |
| Age | 40 (Dead) |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | The Dawnhall, 9 Chestnut Street, Towerglan (Formerly) |
| Kinship | The Bloody Dawn (Formerly) |
| Outward Appearance |
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Race/Ethnicity: Breelander. Skin Tone: Caucasian. Height: 6 feet. Build: Lean, not anything out of the ordinary. Eyes: Blue. Hair: He had black mid-long hair, with a slight widows peak. Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: Had a large scar crossing down over his left eye, a scar on his left arm, a scar on his left thigh and his left leg was missing a foot (though replaced with an iron brace, where the stump is put into to make him walk, although with a limp). Appearance: Hardoleth was 6 ft tall and of average build, though muscular and athletic. He had a rugged and battered appearance, yet not totally unappealing. He had black mid-long hair, with a slight widows peak. He had a slight beard, not anything extreme. He had multiple scars across his body, but most noticeably, a big scar running across his left eye and he missed his left foot, which he lost in a duel, but instead his left foot was made of iron, to stabilize him and being able to walk. He looked well travelled and had the look of an experienced fighter. Religion: Not a godly man, but near the end he seemingly turned towards the gods, and found solace in the Faith of the Twelve Education: Growing up on Beggar's Alley, little education is offered, but what you teach yourself. Languages spoken: Westron, few words of sindarin. Weapons (if any): He had his sword who had followed him for long. Average one-handed iron sword called Dawnbringer. Occupation(s): Sellsword, Captain of the Bloody Dawn. Special Abilities/Skills: Nothing in particular. Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: Lacked his left foot. Instead had the stump put into an iron brace, making him able to walk, though his leg is limp and he is incapable of running. |
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Background
Hardoleth was born in the town of Bree, growing up in the infamous Beggar's Alley. He never knew his father, and his mother threw him on the street at age 12. He was a street urchin who earned food and coin running errands for who would offer it and by begging. When he got older he served House Hawthorn for a short period of time before leaving to become a sellsword. He then later joined the Combe Town Watch, but left along with some of his companions after an ordeal within the ranks of the Watch. He then signed on as a guard for ms. Bethony Linden who hired many of the former watchmen in different roles, but after a short while he sought advancement and asked to join the court of Lord Belethui Bregion, which was granted where he now serves, however Lord Belethui deems fit. He left the Bregions to strike his own fortune as Commander of the Bloody Dawn. The Company is having relative success as of yet.
Hardoleth was bit of an eccentric and could therefore be hard to understand or rely upon from time to time. He was not a man of honor necessarily nor was he directly dishonorable, however he was a supporter of hard justice as he had been known to torture or hurt people to teach them a lesson. He was known for his love of eating, drinking, whoring, singing, laughter and of course.
Hardoleth died in his bed in the Dawnhall by coughing up phlegm and blood.
(OOC)
Given people asking for permission and so on, I have made Hardoleth free to interpretation, everyone is allowed to write about him in whatever manner they wish, as well as they are allowed to draw him in however way they deem fit. Hardoleth is free to be interpreted and depicted, so have at it, and do ask if you want to know more.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | Seldar, Aerenn and not too fond of Gerwolf |
| Loves | Drinking, eating, women, music, singing. |
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| Hates | Arrogance, being belittled, entitlement. |
| Motivation | Coin and personal Gain |
| Quotes | "Drinking, eating, whoring, fighting - I enjoy the finer things in life" |
Hardoleth's Adventures
| A Leathery Journal - (26th entry) Last Will and Testament(Final entry) | 11 years 9 months ago |
| A Leathery Journal - (25th entry) A peace well paid for | 11 years 9 months ago |
| A Leathery Journal - (24th entry) Growing up | 11 years 9 months ago |
| A Leathery Journal - (23rd entry) The Pony | 11 years 10 months ago |
| A Leathery Journal - (22nd entry) A farewell and a hello | 11 years 11 months ago |

