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Pennion

Pennion
Name | Pennion |
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Status | Active |
Occupation | An accomplished cook, reluctant tailor, watcher of the night sky, occasionally enjoys fishing |
Age | Young |
Race | Elf |
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Residence | Duillond |
Kinship |
Outward Appearance | Pennion has piercing blue, grey eyes and long black hair, the colour of night. Four intricate braids stretch across the top of his head that are then bound together in an old metal hair band that was once his mother’s. His skin is quite pale, revealing fine features and a generous mouth. A smile is often worn on his face, to either greet friends or visitors.
Although noticeably slightly larger than most elves, Pennion moves with a lithe gait and graceful movement. Countless years of practice with local weapon masters involving javelin, sword and shield have given him an athletic poise that is not unnoticed.
An easy demeanour and countenance for a young elf, Pennion favours simple tunics and pants often in his favourite colours of brown and subtle hues of green. |
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Background
Born and raised amongst the elves of Imladris. His love for the subtle colours of green and browns he often wears hark back to his birthplace and provides a welcome reminder of that secluded idyll.
Memories of his fledgling steps as a cook in the ovens and kitchens of Imladris will often bring a smile to his face. His ability to disregard the norms of cooking often left the head cooks bewildered and somewhat bemused. Who can ever forget the apple and roasted carrot pie served during his coming of age celebrations.
Pennion now resides in Duillond a small but busy settlement that affords spectacular views over the river Lhun and the surrounding area of Falathlorn in Ered Luin. He traveled to Duillond with his mother several years hence before she made her final journey to the Grey Havens and finally departed to the Undying Lands. He can be seen occasionally touching his ornate metal hair band when lost in thought, a final gift from his mother, his most treasured possession.
His name has special meaning to him, not many will know but perhaps only his closest friends. Pennion is a reflection of the end of the Elven year Penninor, a time of the year his mother and father loved dearly. It promises new beginnings and hope as another new year turns into spring.
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Relatives | |
Rivals/Enemies | None |
Loves | The sounds of the sea, fair elven music, accompanied with fine wine and conversation |
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Hates | Servants of the enemy |
Motivation | To assist and help others and if possible always wear a smile |
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