[Saraphim]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? One in progress

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One, Last Hope for Moria

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

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NAME: Iorhail

AGE:38

RACE: human

GENDER: male

WEAPONS: One unadorned hand-and-a-half sword, a black bow, and a small hunting knife. His armor is simply composed of worn leather.

APPEARANCE: He is six feet tall, thin build, and has black hair and dark brown eyes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Iorhail is a very quiet, cynical man. He prefers his own company, or the company of those who will be quiet themselves. Iorhail is good with the sword, and not so good with the bow. His number one goal is to stay alive, but he would die to avenge any broken honor.

HISTORY: Iorhail’s father was a ranger under Aragorn who settled in Gondor after the War. Although born into peace, Iorhail inherited a thirst for adventure that was somewhat sated with a post as a scout.
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Saraphim's post

The crowded, bustling streets of Osgiliath itched at Iorhail where he could not scratch. He had been alone on the bare plains for six months, and the contrast of scenery was startling. He jumped at every noise and movement, causing the passers-by to stare.

It came to him that they were also staring at his clothing. Most likely, they thought he was a vagabond, not a servant of their King. The raiment of the Ranger had fallen in honor since the time of his father.

When he thought of his father, Iorhail remembered the promise he had made to him to return home for a while when he was relieved of his post. But Iorhail did not especially want to return, considering the fuss his mother and sisters made. Apparently, he was so filthy that they had him washed and redressed before he could protest. And then the endless conversations about who he should marry.

No, he had important business to attend to. When the scout had come to take his place, he had brought Iorhail a horse and a message: to report to the King Elessar immediately upon his return.

The horse had been attended to; it was now housed comfortably in the royal stables, and the audience with the King was much to short for Iorhail’s liking. He would have preferred to arrive at home late at night, to avoid the nitpicking of the female of his family. But the King was characteristically blunt:

“I have had several reports from patrols about strange happenings around the Rhun area. I trust no one to this task but you the greatest of my Rangers, to find out all you can about these happenings and report back to me.”

Iorhail was then cordially dismissed. He took the long way to his family’s home, but it was with inexpressible joy that he told them about his new mission. They reacted contrary to what Iorhail felt, but he had expected them to do so. The day ended with Iorhail looking out into the deep night with his father, who was proud of his son, but loath to have him leave again.

“It is the greatest honor, my son, to be called up by Aragorn as the greatest of Rangers, for he himself aught to hold that title.” His father took him by the shoulders and looked him deep in the eye. “You will succeed, Iorhail, and our family will become the greatest of all others under the reign of Telcontar, but more importantly, you will succeed in becoming who you were meant to be.”

His father’s words echoing in his mind, Iorhail retired to bed, anticipating his journey.