Race: Part Elven, Part Man
Height: 6'7
Age: 29
Family: Roshith *grandmother*, Elenaduial *aunt*, Orodthôl *uncle*, Hwestahîn *aunt*, Astalqua *aunt*, Eothelas *aunt*
Animals: A horse called Manlor
Weapons: sword called Seregrist and a bow called Lhûgcu

Personality: Quiet, unnoticed. No one looks to him, he looks to no one. That doesn't mean he doesn't look at people. Or listen to people. He is a listener and wants to be unnoticed.

Appearance: "His hood was over his head, black as night, yet green his cloak was. His clothes were worn and dirty. His beard was a dirty blond mess with his hair above shoulder length. His eyes were piercing, a mysterious light in the darkness. " A line from an RPG that pretty much describes him.

History:

His history is almost unknown. The only one he knows is his aunt, Elenaduial and his grandmother, Roshith. Even then he rarely sees them. As a ranger picked up as a boy in the wilderness he has spent his whole life wandering. Those in Bree call him “Shadow Face” or Shadow. Those in the lands of Men call him “The Second”. And those in the Elven lands call him “Ranamor” which means ‘Wanderer of the Dark”. He passes swiftly in and out. Out and in. Darting from place to place almost never knowing why.

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