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Rossethor
Rossethor "Ross" Cirdain
| Name | Rossethor |
|---|---|
| Status | Deleted |
| Occupation | Father |
| Age | 56 ((Looks to be in his 30s)) |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship | The exiles |
| Outward Appearance | A tall man at 6'5 he is strong but gentle to those who know him well, he has a few scars on his face noticeably the one that goes from his forehead to cheek that also bisects his eye |
|---|
Background
Rossethor Cirdain of Gondor.
Born in Dol Amroth his father a noble, his mother a serving girl, he left his house at 18 to join the military he spent most of his days in it, at one point becoming a tower guard for the steward, at the battle for Osgiliath he watched his son die, and left the field done with the war and done with gondor, he came across to his families small farm to find it burned to the ground his wife and daughter killed by orc blades, but that was then, now he is findng a reason to live, no longer seeking a death in battle and the peace he wanted for failing to protect them.
| Friends | Neyaa, Celoneth, Nimeway, Ayva, Jozlyn, Burlnard, Dataak, Maydawn, Addiel |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Wife, Nimeway children Maydawn and beraidan |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | his family |
|---|---|
| Hates | Orcs |
| Motivation | To keep his wife and children safe. |
| Quotes |
Rossethor's Adventures
| An old mans passing | 8 years 1 month ago |
| A farewell of sorts. | 8 years 6 months ago |
| The old soldier | 10 years 7 months ago |
| A Letter | 10 years 9 months ago |
| Learning to ride. | 10 years 9 months ago |
