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Aedren

Aedren Haeldeth
| Name | Aedren |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Captain |
| Age | Mid-twenties. |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | A comfortable room in the Splintered Shield, Minas Tirith. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Race/Ethnicity: Gondorian Skin Tone: Aedren is graced with a pallid iridescence of a skin tone, seemingly odd for a man of his origin. His countenance however is fortuitously placid to the touch, not marred nor tainted by any markings or scars. He seems to take good care of himself and has a high regard for his own hygiene and wellbeing. Height: Aedren isn't the tallest man nor is he the smallest; standing at a mediocre 5 foot 10 inches his stance preponderates over many of his peers and those under him. Build: His body is a tenacious amalgamation of fat and muscle, an indubitable lean contour, adapted to his eight years of service. This can be seen whilst training or when he wears tight-fitting clothing that endorses his body. His flesh is flocculent yet hidebound but isn't without it's own marring; running along his chest are scars that are few and far between but are easily visible to the eye, almost unflatteringly as they are coarse and loathsome. Eyes: His eyes are a dark hue of amber that has been passed on in his family. They are however filled with geniality if someone is able to take the time to see it. Under his eyes can sometimes be dark purple or black shadings that can be the evidence of his long nights or overall stress, but otherwise there's no mention of this. Hair: Long, sinuous strands of jet roll down his countenance. Finely treated, he seems to take care of his hair. It can be found tied up at the back to keep out of his eyes if he's on duty or training, otherwise it usually effuses down his neck and if he manages to grow it out long enough it can be rarely found reclined on his shoulders; but he'll almost always have it cut before it grows out.to that length. It is delicate to the touch, almost effeminate in ways that it's appraised. Facial Structure: Aedren has a long, chiseled chin with narrow and smooth cheekbones, giving him a comely yet robust visage that was palatable to the eye. He had the face of a young adult still that was coming into manhood; and in ways he still was. Education: Aedren was educated in many things from an early age; being from a wealthy family of minor nobility they were able to afford him a good education that taught him the basics, and even then went onto further education until he turned sixteen. Armanents: He carries a longsword that seems to be finely made and fairly expensive. It had a gilded hilt and a small crest embedded into the pommel; it was evidently a family heirloom that was passed onto the firstborn sons. It wasn't overly adorned or lavish though, only enough that it made it pleasing to look at. Otherwise, he carries a short dagger on the back of his belt for every day use. When training or on duty, he'll carry a large flat-topped heater shield with him that was battered and worn. Language(s): He speaks the common tongue fluently along with a moderate understanding of Sindarin, perhaps enough to hold a conversation if not incoherently Flaws: He doesn't enjoy being formal with the majority of people, probably due to his still youthful nature. This will most likely change over time, however, as his position is still recent. He also manages to keep a lot of his feelings and/or emotions to himself for the sake of others. |
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Background
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| Relatives | Father: Beriadan. Mother: Adianniel. Sister: Alassiel |
| Rivals/Enemies | All those that threaten the realm he was born in and the White City. |
| Loves | His sister is very close to his heart, drinking a copious amount of brandy, his sword 'Dirge' that was named by his peers in the military, gardens with a large amount of greenery, telling tales and talking about his life in the military. |
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| Hates | The majority of formalities, literally any other drink than brandy except water, being disrespected and very dull or droll people. |
| Motivation | His motivation is to do his duty as his assigned position, defend the people of Minas Tirith and to one day reconcile with his family. |
| Quotes | - |
