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Daldarac
Dal'Darac
| Name | Daldarac |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Cook, Healer, Merchant |
| Age | Early Twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Bree |
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| 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
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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,
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| Relatives | |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Goldgel, Cooking and baking, the Shire |
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| 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 |
