Ok, here's one other character that I've thought of, tell me if he's not needed anymore [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
NAME: Tane Arisn
AGE: 32
RACE: Dunedan
GENDER: Male
WEAPONS: His pride weapon is bow that has seen one too many years for most fighters, but he still holds onto it. He also has a simple long sword with the only decoration being a faultily sketched crescent moon on the hilt and three stars descending the from the moon down the blade. Tane’s last weapon is a long knife that he keeps strapped to his left leg.
APPEARANCE: His shaggy dark brown hair goes about three to four inches past his shoulders, almost touching the bottom of his shoulder blades. Tane’s brown eyes are soft and calculating that notice many small details but seem to miss a lot of the underlying emotions of the people around him. He wears the usual garb of a Ranger, muted greens, browns, and greys.
PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Like all of the rangers he is fiercely loyal to his commander and King. He’s nice to most everyone and doesn’t tend to judge people until the show signs that they are unworthy; this has led him to problems in the past with sketchy individuals who kept up good facades. He works best with a bow, but is not the most accomplished in the group. Tane tries to disarm more than kill, but will kill if necessary or if he knows that his enemy is deserving of such a fate. Lately he has been having thoughts about trying to find a wife, but knows that with the life of a Ranger it is highly unlikely. He received a sword wound from the Battle of Pellenor Fields on the outside of his right thigh which acts up every once in awhile and can hinder his ability to run or crouch.
HISTORY: Tane grew up in a small village that was always under the protection of the Rangers, though the villagers didn’t know it until they were attacked one spring’s eve; the Rangers came in and saved them. Tane had been a boy at the time and had wanted to become one ever after. His father, a simple farmer, had supported him as much as possible. Tane trained for hours every day with an ex-soldier that had set out his retirement in the village. The old soldier had specialized in tracking and bow targeting; the young boy was a quick study that eagerly soaked up all the knowledge he could.
When he was 19 some Rangers came into town to get a few supplies that they were running low on, as they did from time to time, and Tane took his chances by asking to go with them. Two of them laughed and joked around with him, playfully acting as if they were entertaining a child. Another just watched him. Three days after they departed the three Rangers came back with a couple more companions. Tane was then given a series of interviews and tests. He fumbled badly over several of them, but was apparently found worthy despite his faults.
In the Rangers he has mostly been a scout and watcher more than a diplomat or warrior. He has shared in the bloodshed though, and never shirked when needed.
FIRST POST:
The wild men seemed to be moving in and out of their camps by ones and twos a lot lately and the leader was in a foul mood. They hadn’t done anything that caused him much alarm, so Tane didn’t race to report yet. Something was definitely agitating the group though. He squinted to see the individuals better from his hiding place.
Tane wasn’t worried. If something had happened he was sure that Thorgil had known it before. He, however, did not need to sit and watch the wild men any longer. Looking over his back he could see his replacement coming through the hills. Backing out of his hiding place among some sparse brush, he walked down and over to where he had made his small camp for the past night. He packed up the small belongings he had taken with him and saddled up his horse Skit. He smiled at the memory of when he was given the horse from his father when he first set off with the Rangers. It had cost his father a lot to give him this one last present and Tane had let his little sister name the beast. She had giggled and said, “Well, he is rather skittish isn’t he?”
Brushing away the memories he greeted the replacement with a raised hand.
“Hoi, what news with the wild men?” said Ethiner as he reached the camp.
“They’ve been moving about a little more seemingly rechecking something and the leader is more troubled than usual. Do you know what’s bothering them so?” Tane responded as Ethiner dismounted and came over to the cold fire where Tane was standing.
“Aye, a large group of settlers has come in and decided to make the lake shore their new home. Thorgil is going to put in a few permanent posts at the village, young Alearindu and old Awyrgan are going there now.”
Tane smiled, “Wouldn’t think of Awyrgan in a village, would you?" the two men shared a smile. "Well, we all have our place. Good watching,” and he mounted in one fluid motion and gave a type of salute to the Ranger taking up his post who nodded in reply. Then he turned Skit into the right direction and started off, anxious to see and learn more about this new settlement.
[ August 14, 2003: Message edited by: Kryssal ]
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