Annsel
Annsel
| Name | Annsel |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | embalmer/Badhrondil (S. Friend of Namo) |
| Age | 31 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Rhovanion: the Cold Hall, Masters' Tier, Minas Tirith, Gondor; Eriador: the Forsaken Inn, Lone-lands |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Shorter than average, fat build, striking black hair cut in a shag, deep brown eyes. My ritual attire is a long white robe with a snake-headed staff, and I often line my eyes with kohl. |
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Background
I am an embalmer of the Cold Hall. I was abandoned as a babe on the doorstep of Fen Hollen, found by the porter, and raised by him and the other guards. I am a powerful Lore-mistress, able to channel nature with my staff. I care for the Dead with a gentle hand; but with the Undead, my hand is firm.
| Friends | Thestin, Seltus, Broggan, Redstart, Jocelynn |
|---|---|
| Relatives | porter of Fen Hollen, guards of the Citadel |
| Rivals/Enemies | Cats, the Necromancer |
| Loves | Gregwald, Umbaia her horse, ravens, dogs |
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| Hates | uncertainty |
| Motivation | to rid Middle-earth of necromancy |
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Annsel's Adventures
| The Lore-masters have said it should... | 1 week 4 days ago |
| First a Raven Feather, Then a Quill | 2 weeks 6 days ago |
