[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Character Description Form: Friend of the Family

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one?

Legacy of Traitors
Last Ride of the Heir
Bloodstained Elanor

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1

List them, please: Bloostained Elanor

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case by case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Hama Haukrson

AGE: 21

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: a sword engraved with the word 'Fangrin', a short throwing spear, and a bow and quivver of arrows.

APPEARANCE: Tall and fair, with striking blue eyes and a hard face. His long blond hair often falls into his eyes, and he has a short, neatly trimmed beard and moustache. He wears full Rohan scalemail and an ornately decorated helm. A round wooden shield is often on his back, along with his bow, quivver and spear. His sword always rests by his side, even during slumber. He wears a green cloak with the symbol of Dorian Heart's army on it, and his cloak-pin is moulded into the same symbol.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is slightly paranoid, always looking over his shoulder, but is normally outgoing and courageous. He thinks little of dying, and would gladly sacrifice his life for ones he cared about. He has a close friend in an elven female by the name of Aduthondiel, and is often seen with her. He is an excellent fighter, being one of the few to survive all three battles of Helm's Deep, Pelennor Fields, and the Morannon. His sword, Fangrin, is expertly wrought out of the finest blue steel, and he is extremely fond of it, perhaps too fond, as it has been known to cloud his judgement on occasions.

HISTORY: Born several years before the war of the ring, Hama learnt to fight at a young age, and from thirteen, he was better with a sword than both his older brothers. When he was eighteen, he was called to become a rider, and he donned the armour with pride, joining his older brothers in service to Theoden. One of his brother's died at the Deep, the other at Pelennor Fields. Upon his return he was gifted with the honour of a royal guard to Eomer, but still wore the emblem of Dorian Heart, the evermore deranged general. When he rode home to deliver the news to his wife and children, however, he found their homestead burned, his two children, Eorund and Freyda, dead and his wife raped and then brutally slaughtered by Denlendings. This broke him, and he vowed revenge. Every dunlending that he has fought since has been given no quarter, he kills and mutilates every one of them like he found his family.

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Hama of the Riddermark's post

Hama sat alone at his table sipping his ale. He was in a pensive mood, and sat there almost motionless, sometimes the mug rested at his lips for more then a few minutes before he set it ack down, having only taken the smalled gulp from it. He saw the woman walk in, but she was well past him when she took off her hood. The hair looked familiar to Hama, but he shook his head. Sandrina was dead. And Dorian's daughter had run away. No, just a passing resemblance, and anyway, what was hair to go on? He had waited in Gondor for months, before receiving word that Sandrina had been killed. The blow had struck him deeply, because he was a good friend with all the Lighthearts. he had taken to moping around the taverns in Edoras of late, except when any opportunity to attack Dunlendings arose. He sighed and returned the tankard to his mouth, this time taking a larger gulp, some spilled onto his beard, and as he moved to wipe it off the woman turned around and caught his eyesight for the briefest of seconds before she turned around again. Hama was astounded. If it wasn't Sandrina, then someone had been blessed with a daughter that looked so much like her....

Again, Hama pushed the thoughts from his head. Sandrina was dead, and there was nothing going to change that. He gulped the last of his ale and called for another one. reclining in his chair as the barkeep bustled over to refill his tankard. He didn't let his eyes wander from Sandrina, something told him that she would vanish if he did. His ale came, and this time he drained it in a single movement, letting the amber liquid flow down his throat. He got up and replaced his shield, spear and bow on his back, attaching the quivver to the leather strap on his shield. Slowly he walked over to the woman at the bar and she looked around again. This time Hama caught a good look at her face. She clearly didn't recognise him as he leaned on the bar next to her. He took a good long look at her face, but when she turned around he tried to make it look like he was armiring the pendant around her neck...the pendant! Hama now did focus his attention on the pendant. It was...it was Sandrina's pendant!

Hama's heart skipped a beat quietly as he tried to form the sentence he wanted to say. Words raced through his mind at an amazing pace, and he discared them at an equally speedy rate. Sandrina turned away to look around the room again. Hama chose this moment to lean forward and whisper in her ear, "Nine months is an awfully long time to go missing, Sandrina Lightheart"...

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