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Tjarikh
Tjarikh of the Lonely Mountain
| Name | Tjarikh |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Traveler, blacksmith, guardian |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Dwarf |
|---|---|
| Residence | Thorin's Gate |
| Kinship | The Windswept |
| Outward Appearance |
Tjarikh, has gray eyes, like the stones of the mountain where he was born.
His gaze is cold but shines with a clear nobility,
his beard is long with some decorative elements, with certain dwarf engravings.
His hands are hard and compact, due to his long years working iron in the forge.
He has two scars, one on each eye, but little is known of their origin.
He is robust, and his voice low and firm.
He speaks slowly, and very calmly,
he appears to be older than he really is, due to his hard life.
His smile is warm and welcoming,
and her prominent eyebrows stand out in her ragged features.
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Background
Tjarikh, was a simple blacksmith born in the lonely mountain.
His early years passed like the blink of an eye, between forges and hammers.
When he was young, he used to work metal and look for new ores to create new recipes,
with a special talent for armor.
His brothers the dwarves, soon discovered in him a great craftsman.
During that time, he dedicated himself body and soul, spending long and hard days and nights to get the best conglomerate for his armor.
He never fought at the front, but all the soldiers knew his name, Tjarikh, the maker of walls.
After a few winters, an old warrior came to his forge and brought him a shield forged by it,
looked him in the eye and said, the time has come to fight old friend.
We are less and less and older and time is upon us,
Tjarikh, took his shield, and left for the outskirts of the lonely mountain to prepare for battle.
During the course of this space, two or three winters could pass,
in which Tjarikh met Adalin, the most beautiful dwarf in all of Erebor,
at least in his way of seeing.
With which they had an only male child, named Thurmdil.
When he was born, his father decided to exile them to the Blue Mountains,
due to the bad conditions and situation that existed at that time in the lonely mountain.
Thus, Tjarikh, began his adventure as a soldier of Erebor, at the age of 131 winters, until today.
just a few years ago, he met her son again,
already grown and made a man in the beautiful city of Thorins Gate.
From that day they wander together throughout the middle earth, seeking their destiny...
| Friends | Eldise, Cardanith, Thorlak, and other Kinship members |
|---|---|
| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Orcs, goblins and some kind of elf. |
| Loves | Beer, craft, eat, smoke, fight, long nights at the Pony. |
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| Hates | Elf arrogancy, Orcs, Goblins and honorless people. |
| Motivation | Protect his family, and legacy. |
| Quotes | "A dwarf may have dirty hands, but a clean heart!" |
Tjarikh's Adventures
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