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Everdawn’s Character

Name: Maén

Age: 23

Race: Man

Gender: Female Location: Gondor

WEAPONS: If a man has em’ why shouldn’t she? A sword that she boasts of but never carts around with her. Is kept above her bed on a shelf in case she is attacked during the night.

APPEARANCE: She is a woman of average height and average beauty. She has large hazel eyes and bright blonde hair. Pale completion, and of thin build. Always looks slightly older than she already is. (Which she either likes or dislikes, depending on her mood.) She also bears a four inch scar from when she was burnt as a child.

PERSONALITY: Maén, has a fiery personality, but also that of a woman who has been properly educated all her life. She is inquisitive and very independent. She believes that women should be equal to men, and chafes at the fact that for all intents and purposes, it is a man’s world. She is very sharp in her attention to detail. Maén has the attitude that you only live once. Things that are shocking to others she would consider tame. She is very liberal in her views and tolerant to a point - she is given to challenging views which she sees as unfair. She is often found eating with the servants at dinner to defy her parents and the rules of segregation between the rich and the poor. She is cheeky and unpredictable, some think her mad, but mostly she is eccentric her most important trait though by far is determination.

HISTORY: Maén grew up in the upper class region of Minas Tirith to her respectable parents Miradir and Marrwen who of course were of proper lineage. Maén had three brothers Omerin, Retantir, and Marrlad, all of whom served their time in the military before going onto even more respectable professions, (Weapons Maker, Scribe, Medicine.) Her father fought in the War of the Ring alongside King Elessar, and came home a stranger, detached from reality and his family. Maén made the mistake of slipping into his study one morning and came across letters written during the war. Her father caught her, and in a moment of intense anger, cuffed her hard with the back of his hand. The intensity of the blow sent her flying toward the small fire burning in the room’s grate. Her wrist still bears the red, raised scar where flesh met the hot metal.

Maén was always the black sheep in her family. As a little girl she was always persuading her cousin to sneak down into the town so that they could go and visit an old man who told stories. (Actually tales of his travels before the War of the Ring. When the world was still free.) Her parents had her properly educated, but under no circumstances did her military father teach her to wield a sword, this was something she had to get her eldest brother to do.

When her father went off to the War of the Ring, Maén was shipped off to Dol Amroth with her mother and her beloved Aunt Lysia where they waited until the end of the war. It was here that Maén understood why she was so different to everyone else in her family, she was much the same as her Aunt, and from then on they formed a strong friendship. As Maén grew older her attitude to society changed, according to her parents, this was due to her Aunt Lysia’s influence.

Most people rejected her radical ideas, and so Maén became silent once again, she did not take openly to deifying her father, in fear of him as she had been since he came home from the war. Her parents, however reacted strangely to the accusations that their daughter was crazy, they did nothing, much to Maén’s delight. And most people did think her mad.

After the novelty of this liberal girl with her odd thoughts wore off, people accepted her as simply a familiar curiosity - a woman of outlandish, and in their opinion, harmless, views. Maén took to studying antiquities and delving into mysteries. Often taking it upon her to try and solve anything that happened to her.

This now mentioned, brings us to the story…