[Witch_Queen]

The Spy/ Anti-Gondor
Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – No

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? The Green Dragon Inn.

Name: Ruan

Age:24

Race: Man

Gender: Male location: Gondor

Weapons: He has a sword which he got from his father. Its the only thing special to him. He keeps his silver mail under his bed. He figured he wouldn't need it anymore.

Appearance: Ruan appears older than he actually is. He has brown hair that hangs down to his shoulders. His brown beard is neatly trimmed.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: He's not much of a out going person. He keeps to himself. He likes to think nothing can hurt him. But deep down inside he just wants to have someone to love.

History: After the death of his father he joined those who were against Gondor. Ruan despises the King. After leaving Gondor for 5 years to fulfill his weapons training he returned to live the rest of his life out.

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Witch_Queen's post

Ruan looked out the window of his little home. I remember why I hate this place so much. He noticed that the sky wasn't its normal blue. It had been too long since he last looked at the sky. He wasn't use to the weather of Minas Tirith anymore.

"I have as much love for this place as the snow does for the sun." His home was empty with few dishes. He walked over to the door and opened it. The squeeking of the hinges made chills go up his spine. "I've got to get that fixed."

His horse was attached to the post outside. To him it didn't feel like a normal day.

So if what they are telling me is true then we should be leaving soon. Hopefully they won't figure out my loyalties before its all over with. He ran his calused hand across the mane of his horse. After so many years of sword fighting his hands had become almost completely calused over.

He took off towards the inn to see what news he could find out that the group might take as important. As he sat there sipping on his ale he thought he over heard someone mentioning a group of people leaving to go find "the legacy"

"So their going after Guriel Il Galoth."

He walked over to the men talking about it. "So whats this your talking about?" The two men continued their conversation. Ruan grabbed a chair and sat back to hear the converation. This should be interesting.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 1:28 PM January 27, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]