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Alolira
Alolira Forodrelleth
| Name | Alolira |
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| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Breeland |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Alolira is a young woman who stands at or around five and a half feet. She has long white hair that she often keeps bound up. She has crystalline blue eyes that seem to examine the world with rather more seriousness than a woman her age could be expected to. Though her bust is probably of average size, when she is in Bree she tries to accentuate it. She is more slender, than she is slim, though there is a softness about her that none would expect, coupled with a strength that often surprises. |
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Background
Alolira was born almost, but not quite, a score of years ago, to a young farmer's daughter and a Ranger of the north. Her mother passed when she was born, and her grandfather refused to give her up to the rangers, so she spent much of her life raised on a farm. As she grew older, and the North Downs grew more dangerous, she spent more time with her father and his kin, including being taught at Lin Giliath much of the ways of the Rangers of the North, their secret lore, and how to handle a bow.
When the Angmarim assault began, and the farms were burned, she fled to Esteldin, though she arrived to learn her father had fallen in the first battles. Left to herself, Alolira tried to make herself useful, but soon found that a woman's role is carefully and fully circumscribed among the rangers.
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | none |
| Rivals/Enemies |
| Loves | History, hunting, the wild |
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| Hates | Spiders, the dead, gauntmen |
| Motivation | To find her place |
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Alolira's Adventures
| A Response | 13 years 5 months ago |
| A Letter to the Iron Crown | 13 years 5 months ago |
| The big day! | 13 years 5 months ago |
