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Turandir
Turandir
| Name | Turandir |
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| Occupation | Mercenary |
| Age | Middle aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wherever the company travels. |
| Kinship | No current affiliations. |
| Outward Appearance | Turandir is as you would expect any veteran, rugged soldier to be; grim, scarred and muscled. His body is calloused and worn from combat, though his composure and steadfast posture would indicate that he still is able to be a fervent warrior in battle, should the need arise.
Like any battle-scarred veteran, he's usually seen head to foot in armour, mail surcoats, full helmets, chainmail boots and gloves are his usual garb when outside of social areas, seemingly wary of anything whenever he steps out of well guarded areas.
His features are plain, apart from the one or two scars he's obtained from training or war. One rakes across his nose in a pink line, and another runs deeply down the side of his cheek in a groove, marring his visage in a rather sinister manner. A crooked nose, a blank gaze and a curled mouth give off the complete opposite of the saying, "Pretty as a picture". |
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Background
Most of Turandir's past lies a sketchy mystery, though there are brief snippets of information that have been unearthed over the years, the first one being his origin. Turandir, son of Thireandir, was born a few decades ago in a quiet farm near the fields of Pelennor, Gondor, to a poor farming family with hardly more than a small piece of land and very little coin to it's name.
At a young age, it is presumed that there was an incident between the brother of Turandir and Turandir himself, leading to Turandir's brother's death. This, however, is entirely a rumour and is definitely never to be taken for factual evidence until further notice. Since that time, regardless, it is thought that Turandir left to join a local band of brigands where he was taught the basics of combat, ambushing, and mischief therein.
It is unsure what became of Turandir for a decade and a half, as the band of brigands were disbanded, and Turandir seemed to disappear entirely with a long-lasting friend who he'd known from his time as a delinquent. It is then rumoured that they may have both crossed over to Bree-land at some point, in search of wealth.
Since the crossing, Turandir has been part of two military groups, The Sentinels, and the Resistance Legion. Having had trouble with making frequent reports, he was eventually kicked out of both of these, and his current whereabouts are unknown.
| Friends | An un-named few. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Many in Gondor. |
| Rivals/Enemies | He's lost track. |
| Loves | Sunny weather, the fields around Bree during the morning's sunrise. |
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| Hates | Fish, murder, getting caught up in roots, nettles and thorns whilst in forests. |
| Motivation | His illusion of honour, and redemption. |
| Quotes | "A moment, please. I think I've got thorns caught up in the links of my armour yet again. Ugh." |
