Jaerdo
Jaerdo
| Name | Jaerdo |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scout |
| Age | The young side of middle aged. |
| Race | Hobbit |
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| Residence | Currently: Wanderer. |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Jaerdo is relatively tall by Hobbit standards. Though his arms and legs are averagely toned, he has a little bit of a gut around his waist. A somewhat stocky fellow. His frayed and matted hair is a dull sandy colour, and his blue eyes seem to sparkle lightly, like an ocean bathing in sunlight. His nose is long and dotted with faint freckles. His rosy red lips are full, hiding a small cavern of well used teeth. Jaerdo has various marks and scars on his face from his time as a Bounder - who knew that wolf and bear claws were so sharp! His face is worn and tired looking - especially when outside the comfort of The Shire. When within the comfort of The Shire however, warming himself by the fireside, he looks considerably younger and much more at peace. |
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Background
Jaerdo rarely takes himself too seriously.
Born and raised in The Shire, Jaerdo's fondest and earliest memories include building and fixing carts with his Papa, reading books and old stories about lands far and wide with his Papa (Jaerdo deeply loved his dear Papa), going on long, long walks around The Shire, swimming in rivers with his chums, climbing trees and stealing from orchards and...reading again. Jaerdo always loved to read.
His Uncle on his Papa's side is a well known musician among the residents of The Shire - one who comes from a long line of musicians. His Uncle in turn taught Jaerdo to play from a young age.
While Jaerdo briefly had intentions of becoming a successful musician like his uncle, he eventually accepted that he'd be nothing more than a great hobbiest. While he's able to play a variety of instruments reasonably well, he'll most often be found with a flute tucked away in his belt if he's wandering the roads.
Jaerdo took on various odd jobs as he grew older, though through a series of events he eventually found out that his "calling" as he called it, lay in walking the Bounds. Jaerdo spent many years as a well known and liked Bounder. Whether chasing off rabbits, fixing fences, lighting the lanterns at night, hunting stray wolves, wrestling bears (so he says, anyway) or beating away brigands from Breeland, Jaerdo loved the feeling of satisfaction he got from helping and protecting the good folks of The Shire.
Jaerdo is a born explorer. As he grew up his goal was to see every inch of The Shire; enthralled by tales of great heroes and Elves who did many brave acts throughout the world, the thought of adventure always inspired young Jaerdo - never did he think, however, that his adventures would take him far beyond the land he called home.
Through yet another series of extraordinary events, Jaerdo now finds himself entangled in a plot much greater than himself. How he ended up woven into the tale of the Ring (as tiny as his part is) is anyone's guess; as you speak to him, you may not be entirely sure whether or not the tales he likes to spin have any amount of truth to them...
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Family, swimming, ale, mead, the sky, hills, spectacular views, music, dumplings, the outdoors, sneaking up on Orcs and Goblins, the thrill of a chase! |
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| Hates | Orcs and Goblins, those who harm innocent folks, parties that go on longer than they should, heights, red wine, big folks who treat him like a child. The so called "Enemy" and his minions aren't the best either. |
| Motivation | To explore, to adventure. The excitement that comes from stalking Orcs in unknown lands! The thought of retiring back to The Shire one day for what will hopefully be a peaceful life. |
| Quotes | [To Jaerdo] "You're...you're a tad queer for a halfling, aren't you?" |
