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DUNEDAIN YOUTH – son of the woman (Nuranar) and the soldier (Osse).
NAME: Faerim. (Fay-rim)
AGE: 17
RACE: Dunedain
GENDER: Male
WEAPONS: Although only just recruited to the army, Faerim has used a broadsword for some years, as he is quite strong enough to handle the long, heavy weapon generally used by older soldiers. Having worked as an apprenticed blacksmith since he was 15, he is also quite handy with a whole series of knives, and keeps one inside his left boot for jobs or for general safety purposes – carrying around a sword is basically asking for trouble for such a young man. Although the broadsword is the weapon that he works hardest at, he was also taught from the age of about twelve or thirteen to use a bow, although his father scoffed that it was a ‘sissy’ weapon: because his arms have been strengthened from using the broadsword, he has become very apt with this, and made a few adaptations to his own bow so that his shot is even more powerful.
APPEARANCE: Faerim is quite light, his skin pale and unlined, and lightly freckled, contrasting with the lean, sharp structure of his face. His hair, which falls straight and messily around his face and ears, is spattered light blonde-brown colour and his eyes are light blue. Such light colouring can sometimes seem to give him an almost childish look, but along with his slim, sharp face, it more often than not gives him a sort of elfin charm that he is quite aware of! Faerim is not vain, but is quite a charmer, and a romantic, but on his young face there can also be seen lines of hardness and anxiety, and when angry his entire face has a way of freezing up, his icy eyes frosting over completely. Faerim stands at about 5 ft 11, and although his shoulders are quite broad, he is quite slim, but well toned – he is stronger than he looks, and well able to wield a broad sword, without being held back by extra bulk. He wears high leather boots and dark trousers, usually worn with soft, loose white shirts, more often than not under a leather jerkin or shirt tunic, and a habitually worn long, rather battered black cloak, attached at the shoulders – at 17, Faerim is one year too young to be recruited to the army in peace time, but due to the desperation of the military in the recent attacks, he has been brought in early, but in the haste has not been fitted out with armour. He uses basically his father’s old armour when needs be.
PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Faerim is charismatic and charming, but not arrogant with it – generally. Arrogance does not come easily to him as he has seen what it can do: the youth resents the way his father has squandered much of the one-rich family’s money on drink and gambling. But it is from his father that Faerim has inherited his fierce temper, although it is less easily aroused than in his father, and his cutting tongue. Premature lines of worry and anxiety can be seen on his otherwise unflawed skin, for his father’s behaviour, and the pressure he has put on the young Faerim, have caused him to age a little before his time. But despite this, he is in general quite a happy go lucky young man, a charmer and a romantic, good with ladies but able to dodge out of trouble. His home life is too serious as far as he is concerned, and so he tends to ignore solemnity outside of it, almost to the point of audacity sometimes. But he respects the captains, especially the distant Hirvegil, whom he almost uses as a role model – not that he would ever admit this to his father. He is proud and ready to fight for what he believes in – but not always outright, but cleverly: if offended, he will remember, and can come across as quite cold because of this, until he is satisfied with some conclusion. Faerim wishes to join the military really because, well, it’s what his family have always done – and although it may be a family corroded by gambling and drink, it is still his heritage, and he intends to keep it up. His warm, charming nature draws friends, but family is at the heart of it all – even if he doesn’t exactly get on with most of it’s members.
HISTORY: Born in spring of TA 1987, Faerim is the eldest child of Carthor, and with this has come quite a burden: his father has always put pressure on him to become strong, to join the army and fight for Arthedain, as his forefathers always have. Because of this, his father taught him from when he was very young with one of his old swords: the child found it hard to wield because of it’s weight and because of this hard lessons were learnt by Faerim – and maybe this was the start of a somewhat formal, almost distant relationship between father and son, although as he grew older, Faerim’s attitude towards his father was tinged with respect for his father’s past. He went to school, as befitted the son of a ‘gentleman’, and learnt quite quickly, but was generally more interested in the social side of living, and developed a vibrant, warm but fierce personality that got into fights quite often. At fifteen, he left school and became apprenticed to a blacksmith, to earn his keep and learn some more practical skills, in his mother and father’s hopes that he would also grow up a little. It didn’t exactly happen that way – it generally just meant that Faerim now had a little more freedom to do what he wanted with, and he generally became a bit of a scallywag. But despite his somewhat rogue-ish nature, Faerim still kept firmly to his aspiration of joining the army when he came of age, and having repaired or forged enough weapons for other men, he himself forged his own first broadsword, with the help and guidance of Blacksmith Master Talston, a steadfast, gruff individual who, although he wouldn’t admit it, had become quite fond of his apprentice, who had become quite skilled, and had been hinting that maybe it would be better if Faerim stayed to take up the job as a profession – after all, he reasoned roughly, could either of them really see Faerim obeying any officer he didn’t want to?! But the youth laughed it off and kept practising his skills with broadsword and bow, living life in any way he pleased – until he got his military wish a year earlier than expected, when the fell army, led by the nightmarish Witch King, attacked Arthedain. Faerim became both archer and skirmisher, whatever was needed really, and began his early career in the army…
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I will, of course, make any changes necessary when Osse, Nuranar and Novnarwen put their characters up, or request me to do so to fit their characters. Thank you
- Aman
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NOTE I edited in Osse's character's name