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Eruvion
Eruvion the young scholar
| Name | Eruvion |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Scholar |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | The young Elf would be considered fair or even handsome by those that lay eyes upon him. He sports a lithe form which is not uncommon for his race, he's often seen wearing comfortable robes of elven make. He walks with relative ease and carries a calming aura. His blue eyes are fraught with kindness and his smile brings peace to many. His silver hair is often cast about every which way. From his various moments outdoors or what have you. He doesn't seem to mind though. |
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Background
Hailing from Mirkwood, Eruvion's years are far from advanced. While it may not be apparent to other races, it would no doubt be clear to those of his kin, he is fairly young. Hardly reaching his hundredth year, he is filled with the innocence and curiosity of any youth. He shows a great love and respect for his elders and is eager to receive what knowledge or wisdom they may have to share. The only sorrow he had been exposed to, was the death of his parents. He does not speak of it often or share how such a grim thing came to pass. But he takes comfort in knowing that one day he may see them again.
| Friends | Addiela. |
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| Relatives | Deceased |
| Rivals/Enemies | None at present. |
| Loves | Studying lore, learning about Middle-Earth and its various peoples and creatures. He enjoys listening to stories of the Elder days. And while he won't readily admit it, he finds himself intrigued by the race of Men. |
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| Hates | He detests orcs and has a particular hatred for Ale. |
| Motivation | To learn of Middle-Earth and soon set off on an adventure of his own. |
| Quotes | "Ni 'lassui an le ngovaned!" "Le suilon." "Padrof ge vi haid vyrn, ach ist câl erin vên vîn." "Hail and well met!" "May the valar light your path." "A fine day is it not?" |
