Race: Men
Height: 6 foot 3 inches
Age: 17
Family: None, they are all dead. Adopted by the residents of fangorn forrest.
Animals: Mithrandir, his beloved female horse, as white as a sheet of snow
Weapons: Two short swords and a long bow.

Personality: He is a very nice person, who isn't intimidated by anyone. He likes to have fun and is relaxed about a lot of things, However there are some things that he cannot fathom like Arrogance, evil, ignorance, stupidity, wrecklessness (Although usually is the cause of wrecklessness). He likes Practicing with the sword, talking to elves, hunting with dwarves. Riding, swimming and when on his own.....singing. He is easy to get along with and gives everyone a fair chance, although when he is in a broofing mood you don't want to upset him.

Appearance: Dark blond hair that comes down to my lower neck, changing eye colour depending on mood. 6"3/6"4 and ususally wears a forrest green cloak and chainmail armour. Dress wear is unusual but when not in battle wears a loosly fitting white shirt and tight black trousers.

History:

He is of unknown origins, his adoptive parents found him one day in fangorn forrest, being protected by the ents, when he tried to make friends they laughed at him or ignored him in disgrace. When his adoptive parents died of natural causes when he was only 8 he left for fangorn forrest once again. A friend of the well known treebeard took him in once again and showed him the ways of the elves and the nature of the dwarves. He is well versed in both languages and can speak entish as well although he does not like to speak in these languages. He has an adoptive dwarven uncle and contacts from rivendell. Every day he wakes up he thinks himself the luckiest person on earth but deep down inside he longs to know of his origins. A lot of the time he can be hot headed and quick to react but can also be careful and sensible……at times

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