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Olfair

Olfair Pendelton, Enemy of the Dead
| Name | Olfair |
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| Occupation | Independent swordsman fighting for Bree, freedom and peace. Masters simple armorsmithing. |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree Homesteads, Haynbury |
| Kinship | Western Watchers |
| Outward Appearance | Olfair is a loyal and friendly man of justice, peace and a certain love-interest in ale. He has brown hair, a ponytail and, in his opinion, a fabulous beard. When he's not fighting you shall probably find him hanging around with his friend and cousin Andold in either The Prancing Pony or the little bar Lord and Lady Inn, which is ran by Pegro and Andold. He is not that tall nor is he short. He is well muscled but light weighted. It was formerly used by his father and his father's father and it goes like that for a while. |
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Background
Present: Olfair has now gathered much money on tasks and bountys, enough to purchase a house in Haynbury, Bree Homesteads. He lives there and spends most of his awake time in The Prancing Pony, Lord and Lady Inn or travelling.
History: Olfair is a man of the unknown Blackhall family, but he never knew any of his parents unless his cousin Andold. He was born and raised on the streets of Bree and lived on the food he could find and steal. When he was 16 years old he hung around The Prancing Pony mostly and one day he saw a little group of soldiers passing by, the soldiers were in his age or maybe a bit older. The soldiers had a leader who looked mad. They setup a stand with the sign "Recruiting young boys looking to be soldiers" and Olfair stood in the line that had gathered up. His turn came and the leader started asking questions about him and his family. Olfair answeared them all and he was accepted. After they had recruited 20 boys like Olfair they marsched away.
They entered a camp with a big fence around. The camp was dirty and here and there was a soldier standing guard with a sword. On the training grounds there was instructors screaming and boys fighting.
The next day Olfair got woken up early and taken to the training grounds with the new recruits. They were all given a rusty old armor kit and a old sword or axe. Olfair was given a sword but he had never held a weapon before, except maybe a knife that he used for robbing travellers. They were were paired up, 1v1, and was ordered to start fighting untill one of them was unarmed. Olfair was fighting a big guy who looked older than him and a lot larger than Olfair himself. Olfair knew this was going to be hard but he did his best. Olfair was small and easy, he could dodge the easy attacks from the other boy and gave him a hit now and then. He then took his chance and took all of his strength, hitting the other boys sword and it flew away. He had won, but he knew it was going to be harder than that. It was only just the beginning.
Olfair stayed at the camp for 3 years but one night everyone was woken by some unknown soldiers. The leaders was killed, you could hear screams. They were attacked and couldnt stand a chance. They were lined up outside. Olfair looked around for a escape route. He was 20 meters from the maingate which was unguarded. Suddenly a man, one of the camp leaders, ran out and started attacking the unknown soldiers. Olfair told his friend next to him to follow, they took their chance and ran and didnt look back. They werent noticed, the unknown man was busy. While they were still running a sudden arrow flew by his ear, hitting one of his mates. right in the head. They had to move on, another arrow came and hit Olfair in the arm but he kept running and another one got his other friend. He was alone and followed the road, he had got away. He saw a sign, it said Bree and he decided to return home.
| Loves | Beer, friends, hunting, women. |
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| Hates | Brigands, Orcs, Bandits, Evilness. |
| Motivation | Peace in Middle-Earth. |
| Quotes | "Are you up for another ale, cousin?" |
Olfair's Adventures
| Olfair's adventures, Entry 3: Westen Watchers | 13 years 2 months ago |
| Olfair's adventures, Entry 2: A day at work. | 13 years 3 months ago |
| Olfair's adventures, Entry 1: Back in Bree-land | 13 years 3 months ago |
