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Rouvin
Rouvin
| Name | Rouvin |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Traveling Healer |
| Age | Middle-aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveler, but often travels between Rohan, and his home in Bree |
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| Outward Appearance | The best way one could describe Rouvin is he embodies an average Rohirrim, in looks. Average height, average build, average weight. Dark red hair, almost chestnut, that hangs in and around his face, often being absentmindedly blown out of his eyes, which are a pleasant, sea blue. He would have a thick beard, that was fairly short. Short enough so that no food would be lost in it, but thick enough that one couldn't see much of his face below his nose. He'd have lines on his face, perhaps more than a man of his age would, but those can simply be explained by years and years on the road. He wears simple, rugged clothes, that can stand up to the rigors of life both on the road, and dealing with people. Usually dark browns and greys, with some green splashed in no matter what the clothes are. He typically wears a heavy overcoat, work gloves, and leather boots when he's out and about, and an equally heavy robe when he's at his office or wherever he's sleeping that night. |
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Background
Born to a young couple in Rohan, Rouvin had a fairly normal childhood. Decided to go into medicine when he was in his teens, and pursued it with a passion, becoming his town's healer by nineteen years of age. The Thane of those days, was greedy. foolish, and often overdramatic. So when Rouvin was called to the mead hall in fear that the Thane was dying of poisoning, and merely finding out it was mild indigestion, the Thane claimed he saved his life, and promptly forced him into employment as his personal healer, at age twenty-four. It paid well, but having to listen to the Thane whine on and on about how he stubbed his toe that morning began to drive Rouvin a bit mad. So, finally, at age twenty-six, he packed his things, and left. He traveled for many years as a healer and occasional odd-job man, sticking to Dale, Rohan, and Gondor, for the most part. He traveled to Bree once before, about ten years prior to current events, and has since returned, Eldryssa, his apprentice, in tow.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | None |
| Loves | Traveling, working on a new job or project, tinkering with bits and bobs, the color green. |
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| Hates | People who refuse logic, summer heat, and morning people. |
| Motivation | Continue working for as long as he can. |
| Quotes | "Gondorian lord, eh? Want me to save you from the crazy man?" |
