Flynagin

Flynagin Newleaf, Alagnir

Name Flynagin
Status
Active
Occupation
Whatever will get him out the door with some food in his belly
Age
Young, early twenties at the time of the War of the Ring.
Race
Man
Residence
Wanderer of Eriador
Kinship
Outward Appearance

 

Just scraping six foot three, stands Flynagin Newleaf of Combe, tall and lanky. Often seen in the company of a tankard, he could easily be considered a drunkard. At present, his hair is cut short and is rather wavy, and it could even be considered to be somewhat curly. His jaw adorns a scruffy beard of identical colour to his hair.  Lastly, his eyes are a dull, yet deep shade of grey-green.
 
When in town, his attire is plain and comfortable, consisting of a worn-out, grey shirt, usually with a vest or waistcoat to complete the outfit. However, out of town, it would not be unusual to find his waistcoat substituted for several pieces of leather armour strapped firmly onto his chest and shoulders. It would be quite clear that the armour is leaned less for the use of protection and more for his own maneuverability. 
 
At his waist hangs his sword, usually kept smugly in its sheathe. When given the 'privilege' to see the weapon unsheathed, one would find that it mirrors its master in its sleek, swift build. It would be quite clear that the sword is built purely for speed and accuracy rather than power. His shield is smithed from durable metals with a wooden frame, and would appear to be rather heavy, though the manner and speed in which its used may suggest otherwise. On his back he adorns a fine oaken longbow, which some would surely question his ability to wield.
 
Finally, his muscular build is not overly imposing, nor do his arms carry as much strength as most, with the majority of his muscle residing in his lower-body. 
 

 

Background

 

Born in TA 2998, Flynagin 'Alagnir' Newleaf matured quickly at a young age and through unfortunate circumstances. From barkeep, to diver to treasure-hunter to professional tree-climber; Flyn is a unique man of many professions. Of late he is rarely seen in Bree other than to enter and leave his house, which, even this is an unusual occasion. Most of what he does is a mystery to those apart from his close friends, but when in town, he is merry as ever, drunk more often than sober, at not far from his pipe. At the same time, however, it has not been unusual for Flynagin to disappear entirely for several months at a time, only fueling to the air of suspicion around his lifestyle.

Despite distancing himself from meeting new folks, he’s often seen in the company of several foreigners, most of which carry tankards of ale suggesting that he’s not exactly anti-social, but instead reserved to his own private group of friends.

Just before War struck in Gondor, Flynagin Newleaf appeared in Bree one last time and hastily left with a company of well-intentioned sellswords that soon took the shapings of an ill-fated warband. Destiny intervened, however and at Amon Sul, he was summoned to a gathering of his kin in Rivendell and eventually took part in the Passing of the Grey Company at the end of the Third Age. 

As one of the few survivors of his kin, Alagnir returned to Bree in the second year of the Fourth Age to live a simpler life. When he returned, he was heart-broken as he realized the horrors that swept through Eriador in the Dúnedain's absense. The Scouring of the Shire and Bill Ferny's conquest of Bree were two moments that he had felt somehow responsible for. 

From then onward, he pledged his skill and experience to The Black Steel where he hoped to make amends toward Arnor for the dangers that doomed it in the Rangers' wake.   

Friends
A few of his companions from his not-so-ill fated adventures, Sefa, Norlackale and Nacrissa being chief among them.
Relatives
He considers Rinni and Guvadan to be his parents, but his biological mother passed when he was a young boy.
Rivals/Enemies
Those who seek to sour the beauty of the world
Loves
Camaraderie among friends and strangers, Swimming, Climbing trees, and venturing to new places.
Hates
Winters, Snow, the Cold.
Motivation
Unclear
Quotes
A real treasure becomes such only after it's been desperately sought after.

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