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Boghadair
Boghadair "Bogh"
| Name | Boghadair |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | |
| Age | Adult |
| Race | Elf |
|---|---|
| Residence | While he owns houses, Bogh is most often wandering |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Bogh looks to be in his mid-thirties—for a man— with a lean, finely muscled frame. Very pale white skin seems to shimmer a little in the moonlight. A shock of shoulder length hair when parted, reveals slightly pointed ears. His face, with its high cheekbones, aquiline nose and ice-gray eyes once held a patrician handsomeness that had become wan from the shadow of great tragedy. He is missing his right forefinger. |
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Background
Prone to melancholy, he can often be seen drawn up to the hearth, puffing on his favorite clay pipe, sweet smoke wreathing through shoulder length hair, a soft song or poem passing his lips.
Some awful event left him battered and bloody on a forest floor, stripped of his dignity and his memory. He was found by a kindly elf, who nursed him back to health and brought him into her family.
Boghadair is driven to repay his kin in any way he can, and somehow recover his lost memory.
| Friends | He is alone in the world. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | He does not know who he is and from whence he came. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Any that would despoil the works of the light. Those that prey on the weak. |
| Loves | Music, poetry, wine, his pipe, the good, honest people of Middle Earth. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Injustice. |
| Motivation | He is driven, though to exactly what he does not know. |
| Quotes | “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater” J. R. R. Tolkien |
Boghadair's Adventures
| Who am I? | 5 years 2 months ago |
