Atharann, Son of Athrandir
Depends on the timeline (Ranger Pre-war, Hunter Post-war)
Depends on the moment within timeline (Mostly between 76-84 years old)
Depends on the timeline I rp in
Born in the bloodline of Numenor, in winters long past was Atharann son of Arandir, Dunédain of the North. He is the youngest son of Athrandir and Ethelyn whom were both of Dunédain blood themselves.
When he was young, Atharann lost his father and two older brothers as they killed in Angmar upon their trip homewards. After this the young boy was to care for his mother whom fell ill of grief and eventually died not long after. Left alone in the care of his Kin, Atharann started to learn of archery and swordplay. Though he showed great skill in sword fighting, it was in Archery that he exceeded any expectations. He grew and trained under an elder ranger by the name of Hirithal. To Atharann this man was like a grandfather and he thus often referred to the man as ''Gramps''. Learning for many years he finally set out at the age of 18. Now a young ranger of the Dunédain, he was left to decide his own path. From here on out he learned many things of elves and dwarves alike.
He always had a keen interest in the world around him and thus can often be found studying. This interest in the world has profited him with the gift of many speeches and well as the knowledge of various martial-styles.
His title as Wolf of the North was given to him by his brethren. Not only because he managed to survive in the wilderness for many days after escaping the claws of Angmar and wearing a Wolf's hide to keep warm and hidden, but also because of his insane tracking skills fierce combat styles.
Atharann is also a man who enjoys the cold. He has spend ten years of his life up in Forochel before he went back to Esteldin to aid Halbarad.
In Forochel he made good friends among the Lossoth and helped them fight back the enemy. The cold has hardened him and he knows very well how to survive in the most extreme forms of blizzards and cold weather.
He also traveled much of Middle-earth in his years alive. Making friends among many kin of men, elf and dwarf alike. Helping where he could and learning what he could. This has made him to become a skilled scholar and linguist as well. Always eager to learn more where he can.
Father:Athrandir (Dead) Mother:Ethelyn (Dead) Brothers:Ithrandir and Felarann (Dead)
Those of the Iron crown and all that follow the dark lord.
The cold, hunting, swiming, archery, Pipeweed, good stories, studying
People whom brag too much about their achiefments. Carrots. Nosey people.
He tries to live life as best he can, leaving behind the machine of war that he had become. But this still is a struggle to him. Whatever the cost may be, he would still do anything to keep those close to him safe
''Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family''