Torrigan
Torrigan Bladelord
| Name | Torrigan |
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| Occupation | Currently: Hedge Knight, Blade for Hire, Guard, Watchman. |
| Age | Early Thirties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Breeland, formerly Rohan. |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance | "Their golden hair was braided on their shoulders; the sun was blazoned on their green shields, their long corsets were burnished bright, and when they rose taller they seemed than mortal men."- The Two Towers; "The King of the Golden Hall"
Torrigan, known as Spear, Drake or Dernfréa, is a tall man of nearly seven foot. He is muscular and lean, with a powerful presence. Surprisingly fast, he is a man of survival; built to endure any condition. He has a quick mind, but often stays quiet, letting others do the talking while he waits and listens.
His face is stern, chiselled and scarred, with a strong jaw and a beard of varying length. A handsome face it would have been in youth, before hardships befell him. He has a warm smile and is often quick to laughter, but can turn grave and dark in a moment. He has eyes of bluish green and the long blonde hair of a man of Rohan.
He often wears studded leather armour over a coat of finely wrought steel mail. He has a helm of steel and leather, with a crest of black horsetail. He carries on his waist an ornately wrought sheath in which is his ancient longsword. The blade is of rippling steel; it never dulls and is dark in the shade, yet shimmers and shines in the light. The hilt is formed from two golden dragons with their tails entwined and rubies in their eyes. Between them sits a shining yellow sapphire. The pommel is a glittering red ruby, encircled in gold.
Torrigan carries himself proudly, aware of his strength and prowess, yet speaks with humility and does not revel in the blood and death of Men. He speaks both Rohirric and the Common tongue as one who is used to speaking in both councils of war and the Halls of Meduseld, though he often disguises this by adopting a rustic accent. |
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Background
Rohan, in the year thirty-twelve of the Third Age. Torrigan, once named the Lord of the Glanhír and Horselord of the Mering, was a great captain of Rohan, defending the Eastfold with a large host of Rohirrim. He was known in the Halls of Meduseld and held favor with Éomer, his commander as Third Marshal of the Mark.
On the year of his twenty-sixth summer, when Torrigan reached the height of honour, an incursion of Orcs were spotted crossing the Mering Stream. Charged by the King's counsellor, a man with a pale wise face and heavy-lidded eyes, to destroy the party, he set out with his host. Upon reaching them at the banks of the Mering, he realised that the Orcs were carrying with them the spoils of a raid; men and horses to be taken into thralldom. He ordered his men to fall back while he thought of another means of attack, knowing that the captives would perish should he lead a charge. As he sat in thought a rider, dark of hair and eye, came from Edoras bearing a note with the King's own seal but writ in another. The note demanded he attack. With a heavy heart he followed these orders and all but a few captives perished.
Having returned the remaining captives to their homes, he was summoned to Edoras by the King’s counsellor. He strode in anger into the King's Hall, demanding why he was not left to devise another plan. He was met with a warrant for his arrest, being held responsible for the deaths of the captives during the battle. Upon explaining the orders he received, the King's counsellor feigned ignorance, asking for proof of the orders to attack. Torrigan, despite taking the orders to Edoras, found them missing and was thus charged with the death of the captives. Outraged he drew his sword against the counsellor and was thus stripped of all lands, ranks and titles and banished forthwith from the Kingdom of Rohan and all its domains, under pain of death.
As night fell he took one last look at Edoras and left with nought but what provisions he could find. Riding with speed from Rohan, he crossed the mountain passes unhindered and alone, filled with bitterness and torment. He found his way to Eriador and into Bree. Thus his time in Breeland and its surrounds began.
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| Friends | Many, of all manner and race. His betrothed, Debellora. |
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| Relatives | None. |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | Horses, history, song and battle! |
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| Hates | Many things. |
| Motivation | His reputation. |
| Quotes | Angrenduin! Angrenduin goes to war! The Iron of the River shines again! |
Torrigan's Adventures
| Of Inns and Folk | 12 weeks 3 days ago |
| Torrigan's Meeting with Gilgwath | 42 weeks 6 days ago |
| Time Spent in Rivendell | 44 weeks 5 days ago |
| The Journey to Rivendell | 45 weeks 5 days ago |
| An Attack! | 48 weeks 1 day ago |
