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Daldarac

Dal'Darac

Name Daldarac
Status
Active
Occupation
Cook, Healer, Merchant
Age
Early Twenties
Race
Man
Residence
Bree
Kinship
Outward Appearance

Rather tall and quite stocky. A broad chest and well toned arms, not overly muscular but the body of one who has been working hard every day of his life at something manual. Dusky skin and black hair, showing in his neatly trimmed beard. His head is usually shaved closed and well.

 

His face is youthful with a strong jaw and high cheekbones but his dark brown, almost black eyes are quite soft. His bone structure is quite lengthy with an elegant, gently curving nose..

 

Wears a small golden falcon pin in his clothes, usually as a pin in the scarf or hood around his neck. He also has a small ring through his left eyebrow at the corner and a thin gold cord around his neck, usually hard to see in the depths of his robes. He also carries a simple ring on the wedding finger of his hand.

 

Voice: He speaks perfect and fluent common tongue but with a very slight tang and twist of more southern roots. When speaking other tongues there is a distinct northern dullness to his accent

 

Background

Grandfather: Dal'Adric, wandering merchant   (deceased: death at the hands of bandits)

Father: Dal'Elrad, wandering merchant, (deceased the past year: suspected heart attack)

Mother: Tamis, merchant's wife, seer and healer (deceased when Dal was ten, drown in a brook during  a storm)

Siblings: A'Bartu, warrior of the tribe, Abar, warrior's wife

Dal was born of the blood of the Ta'aher, the plains dwellers of near Harad. His tribe is the Shifting Sands, a warlike tribe that favour taking what they need rather than settling to grow crops on the scrubby lands of their home. The Shifting Sands are a nomadic tribe, herding great rolling herds of animals, mostly goats, sheep and chickens, across the dunes and greener hills, from oasis to oasis, depending on season. They also are known to send out travelers and merchants in small numbers to filter wisdom to them and coin. When times are harsh they raid other tribes and have many traditions surrounding war and their enemies.

Dal was actually born somewhere north of Ost Forod, in the woods of the snowline of Forochel. He was born while the lights lit up and danced in the night's sky, his mother crawling out of her tent and seeing the flames shooting across the stars. Despite being Haradrim in almost every way possible Dal'Darac has never actually set foot in his homeland and has no real desire to do so.

 

Pets: Onya (cat), Tariq (elderly gelding, now put out to pasture), Trouble (Young cob stallion), Cookie (wolf pup)

 

Talents: Baking, playing a traditional drum, growing herbs, healing, stave fighting, sewing

Learning skills: Dancing, being a father

Weaknesses: Has a terrible singing voice, is clumsy to the point of danger sometimes, can be gulliable and trusting,

 

 

 

 

Friends
Goldgel, Erimyl, Amoryl, Bryse, Rickstan, several others
Relatives
Husband: Goldgel Daughters: Erimyl, Zuilyun
Rivals/Enemies
None
Loves
Goldgel, Cooking and baking, the Shire
Hates
Spiders, Flying birds of all sorts, especially parrots
Motivation
To be secure and happy, to lead a quiet life, free from threats
Quotes
Opps

Daldarac's Adventures

Pots and Plans 10 years 11 months ago
The Quiet Hours 10 years 11 months ago
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