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Astuir
Astuir
| Name | Astuir |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Blade for Hire |
| Age | Likely close to 30 |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Near Bree |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Tuir stands just over 6 feet tall. He is not large or imposing at first glance, but is deceptively strong and his hardened body is always kept hidden by his clothing. Also hidden are numerous scars - cuts from blades, puncture wounds, and even markings from a whip. He is rarely, if ever, seen without long sleeves and a cloak.
His dark brown hair extends down to his shoulders with a slight wave throughout. His locks are not filthy or knotted, but are far from neatly trimmed. He is never clean shaven or heavily bearded, but is often seen with stubble or a short beard. There is a very visible scar above his right eye.
Tuir’s eyes are a deep, dark brown and can feel very menacing or intimidating when trained upon someone with a weak mind. Though if one is observant, they might detect a rare hint of sadness in them. Love and kindness are rarely, if ever, seen in them anymore.
Tuir’s clothing is worn/battered and dark green, brown, or black in color. He wears an old set of tough leather armor under his worn tunic. Over everything is a weathered cloak. Upon his back is a long wooden bow and a pack with a quiver of arrows. At his side is a sword with Dwarven runes engraved into the hilt. Hidden from view are daggers attached to the inside of each of his sleeves and strapped at the hilt of each of his worn leather boots. Also hidden is a pendant upon a chain that hangs from his neck. |
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Background
Tuir was born in a small settlement north of Bree. His father was a carpenter by trade and his mother earned what money she could as a simple seamstress. His early childhood was filled with the fear and the violence that was ever-present within his home. When he reached his early teenage years, he left home after a bitter fight with his father and swore never to return. The following years and his coming of age were marked by learning the hard lessons of life while trying to survive on the street or in the company of brigands and outlaws. He spent time in and out of jail and was a frequent target for The Watch.
One day something unexpected happened to Tuir that would change his life forever. He met the love of his life. They eventually left to find their fortune together, travelling far and wide, seeing many strange places and strange peoples. But it was not to last as one day he lost her and his heart was seemingly broken forever.
He made his way back to Breeland and now mostly keeps to himself, calling no place in particular home. He has little care for money or status and earns a meager living as a blade for hire. Collecting bounties, guarding property, or settling scores for a price. He often drinks heavily, attempting blunt the pain in his heart. Waiting until it’s his turn to pass on and perhaps see the love of his life again.
Personality wise, Tuir is one who has very little patience for lies or nonsense. He will seldom participate in small talk and prefers to keep his identity and true feelings hidden. He expects folk to get straight to the point if they speak with him or want something. He will not think twice about taking action if he senses someone has bad intentions.
Tuir has no formal training as a fighter. What he knows, he learned while fending for his life running with outlaws. He is a skilled tracker and has deadly accuracy with a bow, a skill that was of great value to the outlaws of his company.
| Friends | There are none whom he would call a friend |
|---|---|
| Relatives | His mother is deceased. His father disappeared years ago and is likely dead as well. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The Watch, Goblins, Anyone who dares to cross him |
| Loves | Has only ever truly loved one person. Her name, he keeps hidden and close to his heart. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Men who hurt or abuse women |
| Motivation | He has none, save to wander and blunt the pain he carries any way he can |
| Quotes | "Choose your next words carefully." |
