Baldmar

Baldmar

Name Baldmar
Status
Active
Occupation
Mountain-warrior
Age
Adult
Race
Man
Residence
He is a wanderer, yet a home is kept still in the Vales of the Anduin.
Kinship
None
Outward Appearance

Standing at a mighty 7'8" with a muscled form to match, Baldmar towers over the likes of other Men and Elves. Certainly, he is as many of his kin, rugged and mighty, with shoulders broad as they are thick. His dark hair is wild and long, and his beard is unkempt and green eyes fierce. He bears scars to match his rugged way, some upon his brawny arms and legs, and a claw-like scars across the right side of his face. The war paint of the Vales adorns his visage, the colored markings of his kin, red like the furious wrath of his people.

 

As is the way of many Northmen, he is clad in clothing of leather and hide, clasped close to his form with a sturdy belt that leaves bare his arms and legs of knotted muscle. His garb is lined with furs and adorned with patterns that reflect both his Beorning and Wilderfolk heritage. A pair of sturdy bracers made from thick leather adorn his forearms, and his boots are worn and used, though still stout, and often dirtied with dried mud from the wide world beyond.

 

The skin-changer wields a mighty axe, with a head long as it is wide. The long haft is wrapped in dark leathers, worn and weathered from use. Upon the head, geometric patterns evoke imagery of bees and bears. He carries little else save for a simple backpack, strapped so with a bedroll, small hatchet, and hunting knife.

Background

 

Personality

Gruff, implacable, and wild, Baldmar is a man marked by the rugged wilderness and the bear within in equal measure. His words are few and his temperament ursine, and what lies beneath his secretive bearing is not easily known. Every action is taken with purpose, and his footsteps bring tidings both of nature's gentle caress and its unbridled fury.

It is guardianship of the wilds for which his soul burns most fervently, and he upholds that duty with a fierce and unwavering determination. No slight to the wild word is gone unnoticed and no despoiler is left unpunished. He is an unapologetic force of nature when reckoned with, and his impenetrable exterior masks a wrath that shakes the very earth beneath his feet.

The Beorning walks often the careful balance of nature - one aspect a nurturing hand to those who seek his guidance and another the vengeful hand of nature's outrage. Rarely does he make his motives known, however true-hearted they may be. Rarer still does he give his loyalty, but once won, there is naught that can shatter it.

 


 

History

Baldmar was born the son of Beormud and Grimhild in T.A. 2987, in the twilight years of the Third Age. Raised amidst the East Middle Vales of Wilderland in the lands of the Beornings, he grew to know the business of animal husbandry with cattle and horses, and the keeping of great bees. A child amongst a warrior people, he learned the ways of battle, in body and mind, knowing well the stories shared by the hearth between elders and tested warriors of the orcs and wargs that would come down from the mountains.

As he grew older and the days turned darker, Baldmar became a fierce and mighty warrior, many seasons spent making the safe the mountain passes that his people well and guarded against the foul things that lurked. It was that knowledge of his great wrath spred, and others of his kin grew to respect him for it, and his foes knew to fear it. Soon, it was, the stories shared around the hearth fires were of his own deeds against the enemy.

When the wizard Radagast came to the Beorning-lands to warn of the movements of orcs and goblins growing greater still, and the shadow that now encroached upon the lands across the mountain, Baldmar took heed of these words. With the blessing of his grandfather and chieftain, the skin-changer travelled west across the High Pass to the wide lands beyond. Rumors are now abound of a great beast that roams the lands of Eriador - and other lands farther still - wielding a wrath unmatched upon the foes of the Free Peoples.

Friends
Brynleigh of Rohan is perhaps his truest friend outside of the Vales, though he has developed a friendship of mutual respect with Cesistya, an Elf of Lórien.
Relatives
His father Beormud and mother Grimhild, though aged, still live a hearty life.
Rivals/Enemies
Orcs and wargs, and other foul things.
Loves
Animals, nature, honey, battle, glory, traveling.
Hates
Riddles, cruelty to animals, spoiling of nature, greed.
Motivation
To fight back against the Shadow, protect animals and nature, and to find glory and adventure.
Quotes
"Respect the wild."

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