Ranger of the North
|Age||Young for a Dunedain (about fifty or so)|
|Residence||Usually a nomad, pitching a tent in the wilds is a home for him|
Arostir is a mysterious man and not all is as it seems, for he hides a more sinister side to him, merely it could be because he was a light pickpocket in times of dire need, but his crimes do not stop there... And he shuns the man he was. He truly is regretful of his past though it haunts him, and while by honor he is bound to fight for The Rangers and the Free Peoples... Temptation yearns to lead him astray.
Impulsive and rather erratic in his way of thinking, Arostir is easily lead on to do things he usually would not do, either by temptation or by the mere wager or challenge. Arostir has keen eyes and ears and will often notice things others will not, his head may suddenly twitch like a nervous tic or if he notices something... Often leading people to believe he is rather like a hawk or just plain odd... Having a wicked sense of humor and a somewhat blunt way of speaking, Arostir can at times be offensive and appear rude. Though he is a well spoken individual and is rather courteous particularly to women. While everything about his appearance says "Ruffian", Arostir is a good person who is keen to protect the Free Peoples from the darkness that threatens to encroach the land.
Arostir is a very dangerous fighter when the time calls for battle, cleaving down his foes like a scythe cutting grass. He fights with savage aggression and admirable strength and cunning... Though there is more to that little gleaming gem in the hilt of his sword than it seems...
His companions in the Eyes Of The North
Lake Nenuial, forests, Rivendell, Silherenya
Orcs, Brigands, Fancy clothing, Silherenya
To secure the safety of the Bree folk and a future for the Free Peoples.
"Sharp knives and a sharper wit gets the job done."
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