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Gallrandil
Galrandil Heruthain
| Name | Gallrandil |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Nothing primarily. |
| Age | Judging on his appearance around twenty - twenty-five winters. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Depends |
| Kinship | The dawn |
| Outward Appearance |
Galrandil
A man stands before you, with deep violet-blue eyes and long black hair that falls into his eyes. He has elegant features- high cheekbones; long, thick lashes; full lips and an elegant throat. He is muscular and well built with broad shoulders. He stands at around six foot tall, and has callused hands most likely a result from years of hard labor and training. He comes across as calm and wise, yet he seems somewhat wild. He also learned a great deal through his extensive traveling making him quite knowledgeable and well spoken.
Galrandil reads extensively and has a good memory. He can handle himself in the heat of the moment and his speed and skill with both spear and sword combined with his quick-wit, make him an exceptional and elegant fighter.
Equipment: His sword the rose, where his hand often rests upon. A Spear ( rarely )
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Background
It was a warm summer day on which a boy left his home to venture into the Forrest. He was an ordinary boy and nothing strange was expected of him, being a farmer's son he knew not how to write nor read. He had but one special talent which was his charm. Even at young age the boy managed to place a smile upon everyone's face by saying things at just the right time and in just the right way. He had been pestering his mother and father ever since his eyes had fallen on the vast forrest just west of his house. For he wanted to explore it as long as he could remember. The time came when the boy found himself about old enough to venture alone, and without his parent's permission he left. When he reached the Forrest he could not believe his eyes, not that anything was out of the ordinary but for the boy it was like a different world. So he set foot into his ''kingdom''. His gaze went in all directions, the boy chased birds, butterfly's and even tried to catch squirrels. Little did he know that he had ventured so far into the Forrest that by the time he was bored of playing and frankly felt a bit tired. He had not the slightest idea of where he was. The sun set and the boy was still lost in the Forrest. He was cold, lost and afraid. He decided to stay where he was 'till the sun would rise again, and so he sat and slowly, due to exhaustion fell asleep...Till a sound woke him up, footsteps! not one but many. That must be my parents! Thought the boy, he saw a big rock nearby and decided to see if he could climb up there to shout at them, and so he did. When he finally reached the top of the large stone he shouted at the top of his voice:''Here I am!'' and through the haze of the rain he could catch a glimpse of a group of men stopping in their tracks, he saw something..glimmer in the light of the moon. He narrowed his eyes and to his shock he saw swords! he tried to hurry down from the rock but slipped and fell..there he was on the ground, a strong stinging pain at the back of his head, and slowly everything went black.
♦ CHAPTER II ♦
The boy woke up in a dark and ruined castle he had never seen before in his life. His mind was clouded, and he could not remember the slightest of who he was or what he did here. All he knew was that he had the most horrible of headache's, he brought his hand up to his head and as he brought it back down his finger tips were red from blood. It took him some time to get up..one foot over the edge..then the other and slowly did he rise to his feet, this making his headache unbearable for just a moment. He stood still but before he could try to walk the door of his chamber opened and a man shouted:''He's up!.'' Three men stormed into the bedroom and dragged the poor boy over the cold stone floor. The boy could do little to resist the three grown men who held him, the men came to a halt and knocked on a heavy wooden door. ''Come in'' said a voice coming from the other side. The men dragged him into the chamber and put him down into a chair in front of a table and on the other side sat a man in armor with white un kept hair and a long beard, the boy now with a headache so intense he could barely focus on the man seated in front of him. There was a silence in the room that felt like ages to the boy whilst he man opposite to him carefully looked at the boy. He was about to suggest something before the man said:''Now you will tell me what you did on that road..are ye a spy boy? or just incredibly stupid to meddle in our affairs.'' The boy knew not what to answer to that other then:''I do not know,sir..I really do not know anything.'' The man looked into the boy's eyes and the little lad feared for the worst till the man suddenly gave him a friendly smile as if he had read the truth in his eyes he said:''Mhm..well son it seems you are a fool..but an honest fool, tell you what if you promise to join our cause as my mentee I will let ye live, deal?'' The boy replied:''Join your cause?'' The man grinned and said:''Aye! do ye think ye have it in you to become a sellsword?'' The boy with little other options agreed to the terms and became the mentee of the old Sellsword and had many mentor's after him so learning all the various ways of killing. The boy was from that day known as Galrandil
♦ CHAPTER III ♦
In his time with what we will simply refer to as ''the Brotherhood'', the boy learned much. Not only did he discover that he had a natural talent for wielding a sword he also had quick wit and a way with words. Even as a Young lad he had a reputation amongst those of the brotherhood, not only was he the youngest member to have ever joined. He also had challenged and killed a wintered member of the brotherhood. Galrandil knew his way around with most of the members though he had one particular group that he used to be around. It excisted out of three members of the brotherhood each had their own talent. You had Berangár who was more of a bear then a man, only nineteen winters yet having the strength of those many times that, Galrandil and Iverwen with the eye of a hawk her precision with a bow was seldom matched. Though Galrandil did not care for that, for he had other intentions with her. For they were in love, from the moment of their First meeting had they seldom been apart. It was something new in a hall full of Mercenaries. These three were seen as the most promising of their ranks and were trained by all the wintered sellswords and mercenaries. So it was that they became like one, trusting on each others capabilities, no job was too hard for them. However..with every job the brotherhood completed they gained a new enemy, it was not before long that these enemies realized they were not alone. They formed an alliance to take revenge on those that had harmed them, the brotherhood became over confident in their success to a point that they turned arrogant. This was the beginning of their downfall.
♦ CHAPTER IV ♦
Long did the brotherhood continue in their ways, blind of the enemy they had created which kept growing, and growing. To a point that they had the force to fight the brotherhood, driven by years of hate and with a lust for revenge they marched for war. Yet despite their blindness the Brotherhood still had strong members that would not be so easily overwhelmed, so it was that they waited for the night to fall and when everyone was asleep they would strike..Galrandil now a lad of eighteen winters sat with his beloved Iverwen on the walls of the keep the Brotherhood called home. It was a night of many stars, ever did Galrandil wonder what they were. Galrandil’s thoughts however were abruptly disturbed by that of an arrow flying just past his head followed by a loud bang caused by a cask fired from a catapult. Galrandil’s gaze went upward to see but a single light fly just over him that of a flame, it was in this moment that many of the brotherhood had gone to look what the sound was that interrupted their sleep. Galrandil went to shout on the top of his voice:’’Oi!.’’ But alas it was too late the arrow had already reached the black liquid and had set ablaze the entire courtyard. The smell and screams were something Galrandil had never witnessed before as was the feeling of intense fear new to him. His gaze fell to his left only to see Iverwen fall down having been hit by an arrow in the back, With no other option he fled the keep mercilessly slaughtering all that stood in his way. Something changed in Galrandil that day, for he had seen fire and his family burn.
♦ CHAPTER V ♦
Tired, broken and alone was Galrandil as he ventured ever onwards. once a proud and fierce swordsman, now a wanderer of the wilds. Something had changed in Galrandil the day that he lost everything, his confident smile and gentle personality had faded. The emotion was gone from his face and his eyes had darkened. He changed and in his ventures he learned, he learned to cage the beast inside him. Though he was left with an inability to feel joy and a wound so deep that it would never heal. Slowly did he build a life in the town of Bree finding those he could call family once again. To this day Galrandil remains a lone-wolf and never stays anywhere for too long.
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Side stories:
(( Reworked))
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Hyrien |
| Rivals/Enemies | A few |
| Loves | His sister |
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| Hates | Some people |
| Motivation | Freedom, learning |
| Quotes | - |
Gallrandil's Adventures
| A wolf's journal #4: Of return | 8 years 2 months ago |
| A wolf's journal #3: Of rain | 12 years 3 months ago |
| A wolf's journal #2: Of the moon | 12 years 3 months ago |
| A wolf's journal #1: The wolf | 12 years 3 months ago |
| A traveler's journal (1st entry): Clearing my mind. | 12 years 6 months ago |
