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DEDICATED CHARACTER


6.) Orofaniel – Lossoth(Snowman) male – anti-Corsair

Name: Galhardir (GalHaaardir)

Age: In his middle thirties

Race: Lossoth

Gender: Male

Appearance: Galhardir looks younger than he is; his hair is slightly blonde, and his curls reaches his broad shoulders. His eyes are big and round. They are however, hidden underneath two masculine and wavy eyebrows. This brings a slight shadow to his face although his merry laugh can overcome it.

Galhardir is of normal height, and his propositions are rather rare; long legs while his upper part of his body is rather short. His neck is hidden by his hair, so one really doesn’t notice that it is rather long. His hands are small, but work very well- much better than expected.

Weapons: Galhardir doesn't use any weapon regularly. He uses though, his knives quite often to cut things out from the ice along the shores. But that's basically it. Galhardir had never been a fighter and he doubt he'll ever be, even though his desire to stop Corsairs and their interference with traditional ways is rather high.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: Galhardir is a very tolerant man. He doesn’t judge people for their actions, rather their personality. Galhardir is a man of justice. He doesn’t like seeing people treated unfairly. He tried to live up to his own expectations, although some times it may go very wrong. He often find himself disappointed of himself. Especially when he has failed to do something he thought he was capable of doing.

Galhardir tries not to act too hurriedly without thinking things trough especially not when it comes to serious matters. Some times, however feelings get too much involved and he has difficulties controlling his temper. He is not easily angry, although he is very sensitive toward certain matters.

He has very charismatic and quite charming. He works well with others, especially the people he know well. His social skills are amazing to watch; when he sees people on the "outside" he does everything he can to bring them into the warmth. (He probably has this from his father). His kindness is well known among his own people. They respect him because of his hospitality and concern for others. However, even Galhardir isn’t happy about the Corsairs wandering about the bay. He is absolutely one of those who cannot stand the Corsairs interfering with their society. Especially when they treat the Lossoth like slaves and make them work for them. He’d very much like not to see another corsair ever again.

Galhardir love for his nephew is not a secret. He doesn’t deny that he loves to wander around on the ice with his nephew either. Therefore he does this as often as he can. Rodhal, which is his name, is following him everywhere he goes. Well, at least when his father allows it.

History: Galhardir has never know much about the outside world, part of it because he's spent all his life wandering about the shores of the ice bay. When he was a young boy however, he remembers that the old ones used to talk about the intruders that came over sea and sought their help. It had never been to Galhardir liking though. Even though tales were told, some of them seemed quite exiting and daring; he's never been tempted to leave his home. He feels the very same about the situation today.

Galhardir was raised by his father and his older brother, Gonlahr , since his mother died in Galhardir early years.

As a child, Galhardir and Gonlahr used to run about the ice bay, feeling the cold snow about their feet. They also made their own shelters made by snow where they sometimes slept. Their father praised their independency and often joined them in the shelters they had made by their own. Usually though, the shelters were not made for harsh weather and would only last for a day or two, depending on the season, although the Ice bay remained icy. However, the wind and its strength were different from time to time.

When Galhardir reached the age of 19, Gonlahr was then in his early twenties, their father passed away. The two remaining young men, (yes for indeed, the boys that we once knew had been replaced with stealth bodies of two young fine men) had now lost both their parents and they sought their own future by themselves. They moved further up the shores of the Ice Bay where they got time to grieve over their loss. It was indeed a great loss for them.

Slowly, however, they managed to get over the loss of their father and moved slightly down the shores again. Here they settled and they started building new, bigger and much stronger shelters than before -something they had done since they first started walking.

Galhardir older brother, Gonlahr, also soon found his future wife. The three of them were very good friends in the beginning, although Gunnhild, which was her name, married Gonlahr three years later. This to Gonlahr’s amazement, didn't Galhardir approve of; part of it because Galhardir had feelings for Gunnhild and to see his own brother with the women he loved, devastated him. Gonlahr knew only after their marriage was a fact that his own brother Galhardir had feelings for her.

In rapidly this had gone beyond all borders, and Galhardir couldn’t help feeling alone and after that he dwelled alone, although seeing his brother occasionally.

Two years after their marriage, Gunnhild and Gonlahr got their first child; a healthy young boy that Galhardir soon cared much for. The boy was named after Gunnhild's father; Rodhal.

After Rodhal's birth the two brothers were, as you could call it; reunited. They forgot about the past, and Galhardir admitted that Gunnhild should be with Gonlahr, rather than himself- he admitted that his feelings had taken over his common sense and that he had done a terrible mistake. Gonlahr accepted this apology, but at the same time he too apologised for letting him down. From that moment they forgot about the past and decided to yet again live in brotherhood as they once had.

When Rodhal was old enough, his uncle Galhardir and his father, wandered they bay as often as the opportunity would allow it. Rodhal soon showed that he was quite fond of his uncle, and followed him around as often as he could, also when his own father wasn't at present.

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7.) Orofaniel’s carry along character – Lossoth child

Name: Rodhal – son Gonlahr, of Nephew of Galhardir

Age: 9

Race: Lossoth

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rodahl is very much like his mother of appearance; strong face expressions, very visible cheek bones, green eyes and freckles surrounding his small nose. His skinny legs carry him wherever he wants to go; recently just a few paces after his own uncle – who he is very fond of.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: Rodhal is a very kind young man. He obeys his parents, and he doesn’t make much trouble. He loves to walk along the shores, preferably the places where the snow is thick and the ice is bright.

History: (Of such a young age not much History is to be told. But you’ll find the small amount there is in Galhardir’s History, above).

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Orofaniel’s post:

“Come Rodhal!” Galhardir cried as he waved his small hand towards the young lad. “We must hurry!” he continued. Rodahl ran as fast as he could with his thin legs towards his uncle.

“I’m comin’ uncle,” the boy muttered as he reached him, breathing heavily. Galhardir patted him on the shoulder. “Rodahl, you’ll get me next time…I know you will,” he said and smiled.

Ever since Rodahl could walk, the two of them had been running races. Rodhal, poor lad, had never been able to beat his uncle, since he had a far stronger body with longer legs. Everytime however, his uncle told him that he would beat him next time. “You’re too fast for me, uncle,” Rodhal said looking at him, still trying to ctah his breath. “Well, I’ve got lot of practice. You just wait, until you get a bit older. Your old uncle won’t stand a chance,” Galhardir said, smiling at his nephew. “Really?” Rodhal asked him as his eyes lightened up a bit. “Definitely,” Galhardir stated.

“You should go eat your dinner now, you’re parents are calling for you,” Galhardir said as he heard his very own brother calling for Rodahl.

“Alright then,” Rodhal said, seeming a bit disappointed. “Oh, lighten up, Rodhal. You can follow me to the harbour tomorrow. Right now, you should eat your dinner…Besides, I won't go down to it..just do some scouting on the top of the small hill. You won't miss anything, I assure you,” Galhardir said, patting the boy on the shoulder, as they both walked towards the ice hole.

“Rodhal, my dear boy, what have you and your uncle been up to today?” Gonlahr asked his son as they approached him. He greeted his brother while he smiled. “Oh, we’ve been running…” Rodhal started, with a huge smile around his face. “Those races again, I assume?” Gonlahr interrupted looking at Rodhal. “Indeed,” Galhardir confirmed. “I just told him that he ought to eat his dinner so he’ll run faster,” he then continued. “Well, your uncle is right!” Gonlahr said patting his by, leading him inside the hole. Gunnhild appeared in front of them, telling them that the food was ready.

As Galhardir turned and was about to leave, his brother asked him if he wouldn’t stay and eat with them. “Oh no, thank you brother,” he started. “I’m not hungry, although I thank you. I’m heading down to the harbour right now,” Galhardir said and went out. A rush wind hit him in the face. The wind was cold and he shuddered.

“Do you really think it’s good to go down there now?” Gonlahr asked him sounding a bit concerned for his brother. “There seems to be a storm coming up…if not here, certainly further down the bay. Maybe it’ll just hit the ocean, I’m not sure,” Gonlahr said, looking out at the sky. There were dark clouds coving the most of it, and the wind was only increasing its strength.

“I’ll take my chances,” Galhardir said, amused by his brother’s concern. “It wouldn’t surprise me, brother. The weather has never been an obstacle for you, has it now?” Gonlahr replied while laughing. “Hurry up then,” Gonlhar said and waved his brother off. But before Galhardir could make another step, Rodhal appeared. “Can’t I go with him, father?” he asked innocently. “No, the weather doesn’t look too good. You should stay at home,” Gonlahr said. He almost regretted that as he saw the boy’s face expression. “Please father…I’ve eaten my dinner,” he continued, almost sounding desperate. “Have you asked your mother?” Gonlahr then asked Rodhal. The boy nodded. “Let him come…” Galhardir then interrupted. “I promise to bring him back before night strikes,” he continued.

Silence.

“Alright then,” Gonlahr said unwillingly. Rodhal’s face lit up once again as he dressed himself in more proper clothes. “Thank you father,” he said as Gonlahr embraced his son showing both of them off. Galhardir then started to run, expecting to see his nephew in his heels almost instantly.

The harbour wasn’t far of, and they reached it, not quite out of breath yet. One could definitely see that the weather was getting worse as the cold wind hit them in their faces. Up the short hill and they could see the harbour. They stood behind a rock, so it would protect them from the roughest wind. They had a nice view over the ocean and some parts of the harbour though.

“It’s lightening!” Rodhal cried at his uncle as he spotted a short glint of light across the sea. Indeed, it had been lightening Galhardir thought, as another glint of light struck down. As they scouted to the sea, Rodhal noticed something getting closer to the harbour. It had been hard to spot before, but now it seemed quite clear. It was a ship!

“Uncle! It’s a ship! Down ‘ere!”

“What?” Galhardir muttered, looking in Rodhal’s direction. “Down ‘ere!” he continued, pointing just beneath the rock. Galhardir took some steps forward, leaning over the rock. To his big surprise there was a ship trying to make it in. The wind and the big waves were making it difficult for them. “What ship is out in weather like this?” Galhardir questioned himself.

As he leaned even more over the rock, he spotted the Corsair’s ship on the other side. Therefore, these new ones couldn’t be Corsairs, could they? He held on to that thought as he found it quite pleasing. As long as it wasn’t Corsairs….because he simply couldn’t stand another amount of corsairs interfering with their lives. “Who do you reckon' it is, uncle?” Rodhal asked, interrupting Galhardir’s thinking. “I’m not sure, boy,” he replied, still watching the ship. He could see that they had great difficulties controlling it. How would they make it into the harbour, he wondered.

“It’s not…corsairs, is it?” Rodhal then asked. His voice was thin and frightened. “Hopefully not,” Galhardir replied, feeling great anger. If it really was another ship with Corsairs he didn’t know what to think, nor do. But he wouldn’t stand still, not doing anything - that he knew for sure. He wouldn’t let them treat the Lossoth as they had treated them so far. It wasn’t acceptable, and it had to be stopped. “Oh wait…” Galhardir exclaimed. “These people are elves!” he continued. “How do you know that uncle?” Rodhal asked him with great curiosity. A slight of relief struck both of them. “The ship. I think I know when I see an Elven ship,” Galhardir muttered. “It has to be,” he then continued, overwhelmingly satisfied.

“We need to tell this to your father!” Galhardir exclaimed, fetching the boy by his arm. “Come,” Galhardir then said, starting to walk hurriedly down the short hill. As they reached the bottom, they ran as fast as their legs could possibly carry them; Rodhal was even a few paces in front of his Uncle.