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Bregael
Bregael "Elanor" Aalantae
| Name | Bregael |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Ranger of the North |
| Age | Late seventies |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wherever she finds comfortable |
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| Outward Appearance |
Race/Ethnicity: Arnorian Skin Tone: Pale Height: 5’7 Build: Athletic and small with slim shoulders and defined muscles. Eyes: deep grey Hair: Thick, long and dark Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars, etc.: She has a few small scars here and there, nothing too noticeable. Appearance: At first glance, Bregael would appear to be a small, athletic woman in her early thirties, but in truth she is seventy-seven years of age. Her hair is the colour of a raven. When clean it can often appear curly, though generally it would look straight. Thin, unanimated eyebrows rest above her storm-grey eyes, which in the correct lighting can have a blue tint. Small and round, her nose shows no sign of deformities. She has pale pink lips that rarely ever curve into a smile. Her face is thin, and in her words ‘If you would consider one that looks like me beautiful, you have never seen the elves”. Her body has nice curves attained with years of training in the ways of survival and combat. Her arms are muscular and it would come at no surprise that she is excellent with a bow. Her fingers are thin and her hands rough from hard work. Her legs are rather short and her feet small, it may come at a surprise that she is very swift. Education: She can read and write in Westron and Sindarin. She is highly skilled in several fields of combat, and is excellent on horseback. Languages spoken: Westron and quite a bit of Sindarin Voice: Smooth and mellow. It is quite nice as voices go and it sounds exceptional when she sings. Weapons (if any): She has a long sword and a bow which or the weapons she uses most often, and they are most visible weapons. Some other weapons include three knives hidden by clothing. Special abilities/skills: She is quite skilled with many weapons, and in tracking, she has much wisdom in medicine and healing, and she makes incredible tea. This knowledge has come to her over many years. Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: She has terrible trust issues with normal people. Elves and the Dunedain are the only ones she believes to be trustworthy. She also suffers from nightmares, and all around social awkwardness. |
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Background
If only Bregael hadn't let her pride get the best of her… If only she had asked for reinforcements… They might still be alive…
Bregael is a daughter of Númenor. Her Dunadán heritage is very important to her. She does not enjoy the company of the common folk. Her love lies with the elves and with her kin. She has always loved the elves, though she did not appreciate them as much before they saved her... After she failed the task she was given.
Fifteen years ago she led a raid on an outpost in Angmar. All was going well, they had the camp surrounded but then the tides turned… There were drakes. They came out of nowhere. They had time to escape but Bregael would not give up, nor would her second in command Elgan. She needed to destroy the outpost at all cost, but she did not expect the cost to be so great. She did not draw back and the Drakes got to her men. Only a few of them escaped, and the ones that did were captured by the Angmarim, Bregael was one of them.
She was taken as the leader and she saw the few of her men that remained tortured and killed in terrible ways. The worst to watch was Elgan... Hearing his cries was almost unbearable. She had to escape, but there was only one way, and it was incredibly dangerous. She hesitated, but she knew anything would be better than the fate that awaited her if she stayed.
She was tied to a post, her back was too a cliff and almost touching it. She managed to get a sharp rock and cut the ropes that bound her. She hid the fact that she was loose for an hour or two until the guard shift changed. At that moment, she saw an opportunity and took it. She dropped the ropes and sprinted toward the gate, but at the gate there was a monster there to meet her, a large drake was right outside the gate. She was surrounded. Her hope began to fade. There was no way she would be able to get past the beast, but she had to try. With a glance behind her at the men coming, she ran as fast as she could around the drake. She could see the pass that led to the Northdowns. It wasn’t too far, but the drake was chasing her, it was faster and could fly. She slid to a halt as it landed in front and swung its tail at her. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and found it hard to breath for a moment, before everything went black.
She woke up several days later to see elves. She was in Rivendell. After a few hours her leader and good friend came and told her that the elves arrived just in time, though what they were doing in Angmar they would not tell. If it weren’t for them she would be dead. She was very greatful, but her heart was heavy. It was her fault all those men died. She should have done the wise thing and pulled back. She never forgave herself.
She fights those of Angmar wherever she can. Be it in Bree-town, or in the heart of Angmar itself.
| Friends | The elves and her kin are the only ones she could consider friends. |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Brigands, orcs and Angmarim |
| Loves | The elves, hunting, a cup of tea and a good book. |
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| Hates | Angmarim and all the shadows that work with them... And spiders. |
| Motivation | To aid in the defeat of the evil within Angmar. |
| Quotes | "These are dangerous times... You must choose your words as carefully as you choose your friends." |
