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Daegond
Daegond
| Name | Daegond |
|---|---|
| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Hound of the Order |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Elf |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bar-en-Vanimar |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Daegond is a slim and middle height, average size elf. His movements are agile and well balanced. You notice that glances into the eye directly and there is a blaming essense in his eyes. His raven dark hair and bright eyes betray his secrecy as they reveal his identity as an elf of Noldor. He wears the well maintained and ironed long black robes of the Order of Hammer of the House Vanimar and have seldom seen smiling in that. He always follows a soldierly attitude in uniform. You might say that there is something wrong, disturbing in his walk. Like a hunchback he loses his balance as he puts a step forth. And his inquisitive persistent gaze on others does not help with the walk. His laugh resembles hissing and there are daggers in his deep, low pitched voice. You sense that he is disturbing beyond your darkest thoughts. |
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Background
Daegond (S. Shadow Rock) was born in the First age of the Sun in Beleriand. It is a mystery whether his name has been chosen the honor that the rock his mother forced to give a hasty birth to him, or it was the Solar-eclipse that darkened the day of his birth. It was probably both.
He was grown swiftly under the watchful gaze of the host of Celegorm. Passed an unhappy childhood. Received a heavy infantry training from the best hands and deeply stuck to the harsh, unrelenting Feanorian view of life. After his Father, whom one of the staunch followers of the Oath of Feanor, perished in the Dagor Aglareb by an arrow to his eye, he became even more grim and strayed from the laughter and joy of his kind.
Daegond apparently took part in the sack of Doriath and has lost many persons he knew, some of the last ones on earth whom he would call a friend. Though he seldom speaks about the subject, it is not uncommon that a Sindar elf recognizes his part in that bloody conflict, either from his manners, or by a distant rumor that he heard about Daegond. Unsurprisingly he is an unwanted, unsought company in Sindar gatherings. And his Hithlad accent on Sindar hands him over to any careful ear in seconds.
After Beleriands doom, He denied the pardon of Valar and sought more struggle with his friends of old. He followed Daelith and Darnur. Both of them whom he valued greatly as friends and is still grieving to their fateful passing. Together with them he joined to the Order of Hammer in Vanimar under the supervision of Lord Veryacano and served ever onwards.
With the fall of the previous courier of the order, Lossehelin in the battle of Dol Dinen, He was elected as the Courier of Hammer which was traditionally adressed in Noldor slang as : The Hound. Apparently he embraced the new nickname of his and his new rank in a dark joy.
| Friends | Noldor elves. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None alive. |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | His Order |
|---|---|
| Hates | Cowards, A half cooked meal, Westron accent over Sindarin, Burglars, Merituous Healers, Teleri songs in weekend, Bree-landers, Rats, Orcs and Almost all Men |
| Motivation | to serve to the Noldor in any way he can. |
| Quotes | ''I am the hound. I run fast, howl long, smell good and bite deep'' |
Daegond's Adventures
| Art of being Daegond | 10 years 3 months ago |
| The Sergeant | 11 years 3 weeks ago |
| Letter of Gratitude to His Excellency Lord Elrond Peredhil | 11 years 2 months ago |
| Meanwhile in Dunland | 13 years 1 month ago |
| Dinner With Royalty | 13 years 2 months ago |
