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Farddenaid
Farddenaid of Dale
| Name | Farddenaid |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Unemployed |
| Age | Early twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | One could easily forget the looks of this man, since his appearance is not so different than the other Dale-men. Farddenaid stands on the respectable height of 5'11 ft, and his tanned body is rather muscular due to the hard work of the farms. If he is not wearing a hood dark raven hair would fall and twirl with a rather unkempt look, and is often tangled. Some facial hair grows on his sharp jaws, giving the impression that this man doesn't cares for his shaggy looks. His nose is soft and gentle; and his blue eyes reflect uneasiness.
Everything that he wears is rusty, tattered or incredibly old. His boots and pants are made of soft leather, and the armor he always wears is his father's old and rusty scale armor, which is bigger than him. Over that he has plate shoulders covered by bear furs, and a ragged hood covering his head. A little pendant made of copper with a raven bone attached to it hangs from his right ear as a sign of respect to his mother's tribe back in Dunland.
Attached to his belt there is a shiny dagger with a golden hilt, reward of beating one of his father's friends that turned into robbery... or so he says.
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Background
Farddenaid was born in a farm just outside of the city of Esgaroth, in Dale. He is the son of an ex-guardsman and a dunlending slave, bought by Farddenaid's father and freed when they married.
His whole childhood and teenage years were spent farming and hunting. From time to time his father would teach him how to wield the old sword and to carry the heavy but resilient wooden shield they owned.
Although he is much separated from his mother's culture, Farddenaid opted to learn some about the Dunlendings; having the common knowledge about Dunland if he ever needs it. Everything he has ever learned or known is from people he has spoken to, since he is unable to read or write.
He often hides behind a cloak of sarcasm, friendly mockery and sometimes grumpiness (when he hasn't had a drink in days), though the truth is that he is often very unsure about what to say or do, even to the point of loosing his temper if ever found on the slightest problem.
He owns a severe addiction to alcoholic beverages, which has been his demise countless times.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Father: Falrienon; mother. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | Worthwhile jobs, hearths, cozy beds. He also seems to have a love-hate relationship with alcohol, specially ale. |
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| Hates | High prices, not being able to pay something needed, sluggish people, being completely sober for long period of times, being completely drunk. |
| Motivation | Earn enough money to give his parents a good life, regardless of his own luck. |
| Quotes | "Do you have any work for me?" |
Farddenaid's Adventures
| Son of Dunland, Citizen of Dale (Part One) | 12 years 6 months ago |
