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Eniredir

Eníredir
| Name | Eniredir |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Mercenary, Traveller |
| Age | Late thirties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Established in Bree |
| Kinship | None. |
| Outward Appearance |
Race/Ethnicity: Gondorian, one among the Dúnedain of Dol Amroth.
Skin Tone: Warm skin, tanned by the sun.
Height: 6 foot 2
Build: Athletic, soldier-like.
Eyes: Grey, with a tone of blue.
Hair: Dark, Well groomed
Clothes Style: Light clothes that make him able to move quickly, of dark and grey tones, most of the time. At times, but only for protection, he uses leather pieces on his chest and arms, under his normal clothes.
Tattoos, Piercings, Marks, Scars etc: Nothing of particular interest, except for a large scar that crosses his left eye, seeming to have been caused by a blade.
Appearance: Eniredir, a man of a tall stature and athletic build, resembles greatly the look of a soldier, and seems to be proficient in the art of battle. One would say that this is a handsome young man, well in his mid-twenties, however he has lived a few more springs than thought by most. Well-groomed he keeps his hair and his beard seems always well trimmed, even when in journeys. A smile keeps crossing his face (or a smirk, at times) for light-hearted this man is, and friendly at first sight, and yet carries some wisdom in his words.
Religion: Believes in Eru Iluvatar, and it is a spiritual man. However, he never talks about it.
Education: Taught by his mother on how to write and read in Westron and Sindarin, and curious as he was, he sought to learn more about the days of old.
Languages spoken: Sindarin, Westron.
Weapons: Eniredir usually carries a sword with him, for his own protection. When ready for battle, he can also be seen with his shield strapped to his back, as well with his old spear by his side.
Occupation: Mercenary, Former Knight.
Special abilities: Eniredir is a very capable swordsman, and truly shines in the midst of battle. He's also very good with fist fighting, using only his assets for what he thinks is right.
Serious Problems/Flaws/Disabilities: He takes rivalry to an exaggerated scale, so much that if he sees someone as a rival, he tires himself out until he surpasses him. Also, he is a terrible shot with the bow.
((I used Hector's portrait from Troy as a point view for how this character looks like. I'm not the owner of the picture or it's editing.))
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Background
Eniredir, a travelling mercenary of great skill, was not always a man given to journeying and coin earning. Former to his present life, Eniredir was a Knight of Dol Amroth, on a peninsula on the Bay of Belfalas, in Gondor, and himself a guard of Prince Imrahil. A soldier of great skill and courage he was seen as, and proved as much, for noble of heart he always seemed.
Growing up in a big house, his family never lacked in supply, and was rather wealthy. Eniredir, as a small boy, spent most of his time being taught by his mother in all sort of things, like reading and writing, as well by his father in swordsmanship, for he was also a Knight of the city, as well as his male ancestors. His family had a great reputation n the city, as it was one of the most ancient ones there, and almost every male that was a part of it would make a Knight of the Silver Swan. Furthermore, their bloodline was pure, being they were among the Dúnedain that lived in the city, and it was said that they had elvish blood running in their veigns. Being so, Eniredir was expected to grow up to be part of the guard of the city as well. And so he did. Coming to his adult years, Eniredir was enlisted in the soldier forces of Dol Amroth. He was content with the life he had, and for years he climbed the ranks of the guard, showing a great amount of skill and courage, having always his father by his side, which he kept dearly as a companion of the guard and a role-model.
However, fate decided that this would not be for long.
One of his captains, a man of great power but still unsure of himself, saw Eniredir as a threat to his commanding and ruling place. For long he sought to bring him down and discharge him from the ranks, however with never any success at all, for his father himself was an important and intelligent man, and always saw through the captain’s intentions of bringing his son down. Ultimately, the vile captain decided to hire two assassins to dispose of Eniredir’s father, and so it was done.
Eniredir discovered his father, with his life hanging by a tread, in a room within the barracks. Before giving his final breath, his father told him about the Captain’s intention, and this tidings brought him from grief to anger, for apart from being a man of great nobility, he was blind by revenge, and vengeful he became.
And it was so that Eniredir challenged the Captain to a duel, which he gladly accepted, far from the town’s sight. And it was with an expression of anger and blood thirst that Eniredir brutally slain the vile Captain, still bearing the guards symbol. Without his father to protect him, Eniredir was judged as a murderer, and had to flee from town, with nothing but his spear and shield.
North he headed, crossing the White Mountains and coming to The Gap of Rohan. There he learned that he could use his skills as a soldier to earn coin, for he needed to survive, and so he joined a small company of mercenaries, always keeping his origins hidden. His companions were mostly hillmen, who did anything for a copper coin, and this angered Eniredir more than anything. He could not take it to bear such dire things so near of sight, for still a noble heart he holded, and North he headed again, without any destined path.
Eventually, he came to the city of Bree, and decided to settle there, thinking that if he did so he would keep himself away from the ill tidings coming from the south.
| Friends | All of those from the Bloody Dawn and some former members, and lot of acquaintances here and there. |
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| Relatives | Father (deceased), Mother and Sister in Dol Amroth |
| Rivals/Enemies | None. |
| Loves | Swordsmanship, Nature, Journeying, Writting, A good mug of ale, A sky full of stars. |
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| Hates | Disloyalty, Lies, Foul creatures, Heartless Brigands. |
| Motivation | Stand for his homeland again one day. |
| Quotes | "Stay confident, but never overestimate yourself. Know your own flaws. If you don't, troubles tend to come sooner rather than later." |
Eniredir's Adventures
| Eniredir's Thoughts - Entry 6 - Master Gildor | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Eniredir's Thoughts - Entry 5 - Arriving | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Eniredir's Thoughts - Entry 4 - After Trestlebridge | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Eniredir's Thoughts - Entry 3 - To Meluinen | 11 years 7 months ago |
| Eníredir's Thoughts - Entry 2 - Somewhat Pleasing Town | 11 years 7 months ago |

