Gender: 1
Race: Human
Height: 5'9
Age: 19 during the War of the Ring
Family: His sister
Animals: Hafalas- A kindly horse that was given to Torlith as a gift from the Stablekeeper
Weapons: Long Sword, Steel Shield

Personality: Torlith is one of those people who always seems to be in a bad mood. But his life never was a good one. His parents were killed when they were ambushed by Southrons when heading to Minas Tirith. His sister is still alive, a bit younger than him, and a very out going and kind person. Some how he feels that if he's away from her, she may fall to some peril. She always tries to send him off and out of the city because of it.

Appearance: He is thin, and has a sword on his belt, and a shield which he hangs around his back. His clothes are that of a normal, everyday person, nothing special. His hair is matted down, and a deep brown. Torlith's eyes are about a blue and he has a strong face.

History:

Torlith was born 19 years before the War of the Ring. His life was prosperous in a village that was about sixteen miles northwest from Osgiliath. When he was 17, his village was burnt to the ground by orcs. He and his family fled to Osgiliath. For a year the men of Gondor held the city and Torlith was trained to be a soldier. The plans were changed though, and they again moved to Dol Amroth one month before Osgiliath was taken back again, and the War of the Ring started at about that time. That too was a hard journey. But when they arrived, they built their own house along the streets in the port-city. His parents began trading their homemade goods with other posts in Minas Tirith. But on one fateful day, his parents left the city, and never returned. Soon rumor came that Southrons raided the villages between Dol Amroth and Minas Tirith. The Southrons were his parents’ bane. Afterwards, Torlith began running the trade himself, not very wealthy, but making more than enough to support he and his sister. He also took of black smithying, and learned to wield a sword and shield. His sister though, yearns to see other lands and to maybe move to the White City. Torlith knows that would be impossible, for them to completely move the trade buisness. Yet he still has some hope left that something may happen one day.

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