Flynagin Newleaf, Alagnir
Whatever will get him out the door with some food in his belly
Young, early twenties at the time of the War of the Ring.
Wanderer of Eriador
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.
Those who seek to sour the beauty of the world
Camaraderie among friends and strangers, Swimming, Climbing trees, and venturing to new places.
Winters, Snow, the Cold.
A real treasure becomes such only after it's been desperately sought after.