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Old 02-26-2004, 03:37 PM   #12
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A rough first draft of

Liornung' Bio

NAME: He goes by Liornung, though his actual name is Sarig

RACE: Of Rohan

GENDER: Male

AGE: In his twenties

HISTORY: Sarig was born the son of a stablemaster in Edoras, the seventh in a family of ten. He lived not an extraordinary life, though he did have his share of excitement and mischief. He had always been interested in music but began considering taking it as a trade when a wandering bard of Gondor passed through Edoras. This bard, delighted with Sarig's eagerness for learning as well as his talent, taught the lad how to play a fiddle. When he left Edoras to go back to his own home he also left Sarig his own fiddle. Sarig practiced diligently daily and as well as learning many tunes, he dug up as many old songs and stories as he could find in Edoras. When he reached his nineteenth year he left home to travel about Rohan to find more tunes, songs, and stories, earning his keep with his music. By the time he turned twenty he had found and learned many of such things and took on the occupation of a 'rambling fiddler,' giving himself the name Liornung to describe himself, for it means 'learning.'

APPEARANCE: Sarig, or Liornung as he should rightly be called, looks as most folk of Rohan do. He is tall, with fair hair and blue eyes, these eyes constantly sparkling with fun and mischief. He is strong in both body and mind, the one from his long and often difficult journeys on foot throughout Rohan and the other from his studies in the history of his land. His dress is not rich, for neither is he, but despite his mud-stricken clothes he always manages to impress people favorably without speaking any words by his lively, kind eyes and his cheerful, friendly face.

PERSONALITY: Liornung's parents gave the greatest care to raising all their children, wishing them all to be good and noble with no lack of kindness and charity. Liornung has very high ideals that he tries every second of his life to live up to. He is very firm in the virtues of charity and patience, tested and polished by his wanderings throughout Rohan. Indeed, he is often in deep poverty though he had made much money that day for he had given it all away to those poor who were in need of it. Rather than pay close attention to what others do to seek out their faults, he wholly applies himself to watching diligently over himself and correcting his own faults, though he isn't in the least ashamed to correct others when he does notice their faults in a kind, gentle manner, concerned only with their own good. Insults and jeers from various audiences have given him a great deal of humility and very much self-control. He has learned to willingly admit his faults when they are pointed out to him, and accepts it as a favor being done to him even when presented in the rudest manner.

And while all these and more make him very fine indeed, he has not yet acquired perfection in these virtues and does not think he ever shall, though he strives to. He often falls into temptations to commit acts that are against this virtues and nearly as often falls into them. He has been known to make uncharitable remarks about someone behind their backs, and sometimes even straight to their faces. Coming from a family that naturally has quick tempers, many is the time his self-control has not been strong enough and when insulted he replies in a very biting and clever manner back. He detests gossip of any kind, yet he himself makes rude remarks to and about other people.

But while he often contradicts the virtues he tried so hard to practice he is always afterwards in a deep spirit of reptentance and nearly inconsolable when he has realized how wrong he was. And how fortunate it is that he was graced with such loving, tender parents who never ceased in teaching him what was noble and good and the horror of what was not, for in his travels his has often been thrown together with unseemly characters of bad influence who would have no doubt changed him for the worse if it had not been for the knowledge his dear sweet parents had imparted to him.

And as for his natural personality disregarding his faults and those virtues which he practices, he is as everyone in his family. Mischievous to the extreme and never hesitating to play a prank on someone providing it should cause them no harm; fun-loving and willing to dance out the most difficult dances, play the most difficult games, or sing the most difficult songs with no hesitation; brave, indeed, for didn't he rescue his older brother from perishing in a stable fire when he was still just a lad? It cannot be denied that he is full of adventure, and his days of wandering on old roads have made this feeling keener within him. He is particuarly fond of large families full of children, but when his friends and family suggest that he get married himself he tells them most earnestly that he in all his life shall never be married, though he loves his nieces and nephews. His greatest weapon is his fiddle, used for winning the hearts of little boys and girls, though he can use a sword when absolutely necessary. When he dances he prefers to dance alone rather than with any young lassies, but he will consent to it if very much pushed to it. He speaks softer than he sings, which surprises many people for when they hear him sing they believe that he must speak just as loudly. But in truth he speaks very little, except when a grand mood comes over him, for then he cannot stop. He treats everyone as if they were his friends and he had known them all his life, and sometimes believes he has after a long night of singing in a tavern. He has no difficultly in making friends... his smile charms everyone, or at the least everyone who might appreciate a very dazzling smile.
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