[Arien]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which ones? The Road to Erebor, Quest for the Ainereg, Escape from Nurn, Truth in a Dark Place, Sailing Away, Dark Seduction, The Fall of Greenwood the Great, Corsairs and Corsets and The Ambassador's Son (but not to final completion).

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?

List them, please: None.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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Character:

NAME: Braedon

AGE: 30

RACE: Man (Ranger)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): A plain, double- edged, steel sword, at a glance it is nothing of extraordinary worth, but it holds high personal value to Braedon as it was his fathers. The hilt is leather bound, and although old, Braedon still finds it his most trusted weapon. He also carries a curved knife; it has a sharp steel blade and a black leather handle. He does not wear much armour; he finds it uncomfortable and an annoyance. However he does wear a small mail shirt, also made of steel, underneath his jerkin.

APPEARANCE: Braedon has jet-black hair, shoulder length, straight and messy. Several plaits are strewn in his hair; he also has a short beard. His skin is tanned, and his eyes are dark and hollow looking. He is of medium build, reaching a height of 5ft 11. He wears mostly dark clothes. Black trousers, and dark brown leather boots. Light for walking in. He has a white shirt and over this a black jerkin with a little silver design on the left side. He wears a dark green travelling cloak, and because of his dark appearance many often avoid him rather that communicate with him.

(PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): Braedon is somewhat of lone wolf; this partially has come from his upbringing. He chooses to have but only a few true friends and regards the friends he does have with the utter most respect. He appears somewhat mysterious and quite to those who he does not know, and does not always trust those that he should. His strengths are apparent, he is and excellent tracker and healer, and a decent swordsman. However he also has evident weaknesses, as an only child he did not find socialising his strong suit and was often weary of those with bad and good intentions. Also quite pessimistic, he is not always the

HISTORY: Brought up as a single child, Braedon had a lonely childhood. As a young child he was left at home with his mother while his father, himself a Ranger, was away. In their isolated home his mother taught him the art of healing, and tracking. He was a fast learner and gain vital teachings from his mother. Unfortunately, when Braedon was 13 she died due to an illness that neither she nor Braedon could cure. Distraught at the death of his mother he became even more weary of others company and kept himself to himself only choosing perhaps to wander out into the nearest village when he needed a new book.

At the age of 18 it was doubtful that Braedon would become a Ranger and follow in his fathers footsteps. He could wield a sword well enough, but Braedon felt he just did not have the motivation to follow his father. However his father, who visited his son from time to time encouraged him to. In time Braedon saw that his mother would not wish to see him like this and so he followed his father. He learnt, and became a skilled swordsman.

Now his father is old and carries the wounds of many years of fighting, he lives in Rohan. Despite his age Braedon has no children, and no wife. This is of course due to his nature, but it doesn’t bother him much.

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Arien's post

“Thank you,” and with that he dropped three coins on the table. The bar keeper scooped them up and turned to the next customer. He lifted the mug and made his way to the table nearest the wall, it was empty; he couldn’t take talking to someone. He needed to collect his thoughts and see where he was in all this.

“Right,” Braedon muttered to himself, setting down his drink and sitting. He leant back for a minute, nursing his hand. He traced a finger over the bandage; he could see blood trying to seep through from the fresh cut. He would have to change the bandage soon. After this he would return to his room, and then set out to see his father.

He was not in Rohan for long this time, only a couple of day and he wanted to see how his father was coping. He knew he had gotten stubborn in his old age, and kept telling Braedon that there were better things to be done with a Rangers time, but Braedon knew he appreciated it. He also needed to visit a friend, rare he knew, but he hadn’t seen her for over 8 months.

Last time they were both here was when he was investigating the disappearance of a landowner’s daughter. It was said that she had been killed, but no trace of her was found. The search had been abandoned 5 months ago when her parents too disappeared, leaving their land and heading deeper into Rohan.

He drew his attention away from his and fumbled with his necklace, vaguely remembering his mother for a second. He shook his head, and reached out for the mug. A soft breeze dance over him as the door to the inn opened, he sipped from his mug and set it down once again. He looked up to the new entrant, but they were cloaked and he could not see their face.

He continued to watch as he saw that the new arrival was a woman, or was she a girl? He could not tell from here, her back was facing towards him. But she did have auburn hair, curly. A distinct memory sparked in his mind. But Braedon did not pick up on it.

"Excuse me, but what is a good drink to have around here?" she asked. Her soft voice was kind, the bar keeper answered and handed her a drink.

Braedon returned to his drink. When he had finished he headed back to his room. Gingerly he peeled the bandage away from his cut. Stupidity was the cause of his injury, he had gambled with a cheat and in a fight he was left with the wound, but his money too. This just proved why he was such a loner; most weren’t to be trusted. He bathed the cut in a basin filled with a mixture he had put together the previous day. It stung, but not too much.

He bandaged it quickly and headed back to the main bar and took his seat. He looked round for the girl, she had something about her... there she was! She was sitting at the same stool. But she seemed confused; she turned her head towards him. That girl. She looked remarkably like the one who had gone missing. Braedon sat up straight. But it couldn’t be could it? Surely not after this long! Braedon walked for the exit. He was probably mistaken, but he couldn’t help it, as much as he disliked talking to stranger, he was curious.

“Excuse me...” the girl turned startled. “May I ask your name, forgive me but you look like a girl I was searching for a time ago. I would dismiss it, but the resemblance in the description and your self is uncanny.”

The girl paused for a moment, still startled. "Crystal."

Braedon dissmissed it, and nodded to the girl. He walked to the exit and took another look at her. He stood for a moment and shook his head, a mistake it couldn't be her, she was dead was she not?

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