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Alpagu
Alpagu
| Name | Alpagu |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer free from his oath, casually a caravan-guard. |
| Age | Middle-aged. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Of no fixed abode, wilds of Eriador. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
Skin Tone: Sallow-skinned.
Height: Tall for his people, 6 feet.
Build: Sinewy and lean with hidden muscles.
Eyes: Dark and mysterious with a brooding glow of light that tends to draw people in.
Hair: Dark yet grizzled; unkempt and wild such in the manner of his kin.
Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars etc.: He has a few tattoos and dark marks made by him around his cheeks, which manages the man's wild nature and yet with a few scars he had from his travels through long winters and harsh winds.
General Description: Alpagu has a straight jaw line with high cheekbones and wild features with a grizzled, thick beard. Through verdant fields and dirty roads, he wanders in dark, rugged clothes primarily of supple leather and a weather-beaten cloak. He is not one to take for ever getting ready he just does it. What ever he wears he takes pride in it. His kilij, a type of one-handed, single-edged and moderately curved saber whose hilt rises above his right shoulder clanks faintly with his steps and his wild black hair, stringy and savage, ripples like the surface of an oily pond in spring winds. Slung across his shoulders would be a yew, nomad bow of his people. He is a cunning, sarcastic and honest man, by nature a loner and an outcast, with a ruthless streak to him that makes him dangerous when provoked. He rarely partakes in the joys of friendship and human company, although he has been known to enjoy women or a good tankard now and then. Despite his outwardly cold nature, behind his exterior lies a fiercely loyal friend, and a man of good humor and giver of sound advice. |
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Background
Alplar birle uruşma, beğler birle turuşma.
'By late Third Age, Gondor extended from the borders near Rohan to Mordor. But they wanted more. More land. More peoples loyal and subservient to Gondor. But no people so important as the powerful Easterlings to the east... Hundreds died on that field. And when the smoke cleared on the fourth day, the only warriors left alive in the tribe were members of decimated but legendary horse nomads. The Gondorians, impressed by their bravery and horsemanship, spared their lives.
In exchange, these warriors were incorporated into Gondorian military. Better they had died that day.
For the second part of bargain they struck indebted not only themselves...
...but also their sons, and their sons, and so on, to serve Gondor as knights.
I was such a son.'
— Alpagu
| Friends | His hawk is his only friend. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None to his knowledge. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None as of late. |
| Loves | His pet hawk, his freedom, few other things in life; he gets a good taste for killing; and in depths of his mind, he harbours a sense of loyalty to Sauron. |
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| Hates | To argue, empty words; running out of pipe-weed; Gondor and its people. |
| Motivation | To live another day without having to forsake his freedom or aspects in his circle of life. |
| Quotes | 'Well, you should try it someday. You might get a taste for it.' |
