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Hravanis

Hrávanis-Arcaumaro "Rhones"
| Name | Hravanis |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Warden of the High King (Sworn sword to Lord Elrond, titular Armsmaster of Imladris) |
| Age | Very Old |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | She mostly travels about the north, though she can often be found in Rivendell |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | When first you look upon her you cannot deny she is imposing. She stands over seven foot tall, shoulders broader than they should be, her whole form corded with muscle. She is not beautiful to look upon in the conventions of man or elf, her long rope of hair an uninspiring flaxen dun, her eyes a muted fen-green and her skin bronzed and dappled without the glow associated with the Eldar.
And yet her visage is compelling, and fearful. A deep scar scores over her right eye and drags upon the lower eyelid in a way that reveals more of her eyeball than is comfortable to see. Her features are harsh, angular alike to a hawk, as though chiselled out of stone.
And she might as well be, for all the warmth or emotion her expression betrays. There is an intensity to her sharp gaze and an aura about her, ancient and yet earthen, thrumming with a subtle eldritch power that is a stranger to this age.
And, unusually for her race, she bears lines of age and wear, faint shadows of claws and jagged metal as well as creases about her eyes. There is no mistaking this Elf for a silvan huntress or a noble elleth. She is power, battle, unsubtle and ancient and proud. |
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Background
I have no mercy left in me for a callous divine; I have no laments left for the dying of the light; My God lifts not a hand for us but will sink cities for his stewards; Thus I shall also bless nothing but the hands I need not beg to hold me.
The origins of Hrávanis, Warden of the High Kings, has been lost to time and tide. Few are left to remember the dark and humble depths of her history, when the first elf was beside Cuivienen’s silver shores. There exist no annuls to detail the first battle of elf against orc, when her once innocent hands held a stone as a weapon not a tool for the very first time. And the only remaining witness to her pledge of fealty and martyrdom to the High King of the Noldor is now Hrávanis herself.
To an elf of Rivendell, you would know her as a Captain amongst the Imladris Senechals, perhaps by the name Rhones if you did not know her personally. She is known as enigmatic, sharp, often intimidating and at times frustrating and difficult to manage, yet also trusted and an excellent arms-master who saw well to the tutelage of many Soldiers below her. A sought after storyteller too with a flare for dramatic retelling, even if some of her opinions on history might cause discomfort. But still, she is more often abroad than not, sent alone to many far flung places on errands of secrecy and often returning in battered armour and bearing odd weaponry.
Elves of Lothlorien, on the other hand, may only know her as Úveluie, a dirisive name of a persona-non-grata, only mentioned in passing or as a comparison for other ill mannered folk. Only those older elves will remember her as Arcaumaro, a prominent general and bodyguard under Gil Galad whom was seen at times within the golden wood for matters of duty. However they will also recall that Úveluie was banished and exiled from Lothlorien some centuries ago for some unforgivable slight made against the Lady Galadriel. In any case, very few elves of Lothlorien look upon her positively.
Elves of Mirkwood know her even less well, but also think of her more neutrally. Whilst she is not exiled from Thranduil's court, any sparse visits she's ever made were not comfortable ones and she never outstayed her welcome. Still, with the distance of professionalism she has always been considered by those few who know of her as trustworthy enough, even if her name is always the Sindarin 'Rhones' when she visits there.
Men of Bree might know her surprisingly well! If only for her unusually un-enigmatic manner and un-elven behaviour. She passes through the town more readily than her fellows and though most do not know who she is, they accept her presence in general. She is called Razmaur among them.
Dwarves of the Blue Mountains know her as Thakala, but also perhaps as Ugmaldarfûna if they’ve a mind for old tales. Thakala has been a known guest and ally in war of Azaghal and Belegost before and has eagerly maintained a trustworthy presence there. (It helps that she has no qualm with joining them in jests about elves, no matter how crude they become, often adding her own observations to the pastime.)
Dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills know her with a little more steel. Thakala is still the name she bears, but the men of dale call her Razmaur and the two are often exchanged. She is best known for her dedicated part in the wars against the drakes and worms of the northern lands and some others know her even more personally, their families bearing ancient mosaic tablets of her alongside their ancestors from Khazad-Dum. At one time she even bore official rank within their armies.
Silvan and Sindarin elves or the first age however may remember her with fear and anger. The name Orgáialar haunts her steps, a warning more than a title. Hravanis served 210 years of imprisonment in Lindon for her part in the Kinslayings at Alqualonde, but pain does not fade for elves and despite her heroism later she may still be recognised as ‘murderer’.
Noldo of the First Age are likely more familiar with her as a silent and powerful force behind the Kings. Unless she was known personally, her legacy is wrapped in rumour and she may not be recognisable to most. However, all know she was held in high esteem and commanded respect from all who followed her.
Out of Character
The intent and purpose for Hravanis is not to be a prominent protagonist, but more of a mentor archetype. She has a very large backstory of her own but I'm much more interested in her taking a supporting role in the tales of others, her tales and adventures and major growth are somewhat in the past, she's here to play into the growth of others. So if your character needs a tutor or a mentor or someone along those lines, drop me a line!
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Foster-Daughter: Heledirel Foster-Son: Tinnorandir |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Hravanis loves Middle-Earth, she loves the people in it, she loves the changing nature of all around her. She loves the unusual and the new, as well as remembering the old and long lost. She also loves Cartography and it is her primary craft. |
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| Hates | She hates stillness and anhedonia, to be compressed and constrained, though that all comes from a hatred of Valinor and the West's influence on her people. She more fears than hates the pitch dark, though she does hate the paralysis it brings her. |
| Motivation | Hrávanis swore upon Cuivienen's shores that she would protect, obey and martyr herself for the new High King, Finwe, and all High Kings after him. It was a binding oath and though she is now the only person who remembers it, she still keeps it. |
| Quotes | "We of the firsts knew loss where none had ever been lost before. Do not speak to me as though you know something of hate, for I am it's maker."“I have lived a thousand lives already. Every day I unbury—I dig up. I find relics of myself in the sand” |
Hravanis's Adventures
| The Last Return Home | 4 years 3 months ago |
| Hrávanis and the Philosophy of Life and Change | 4 years 3 months ago |
| Many, many names | 7 years 4 days ago |
| Úveluie the Exile | 7 years 7 months ago |
| Hunting Wargs is Good for the Fea | 7 years 8 months ago |
