Aphadon (aragorn_424)
Race: Man of Gondor
Height: 6'2
Age: Older than many cycles of life of the oak tree
Family: Son of Aradôl, brother of Arathorn, uncle of Aragorn.
Animals: Horse, named Laurelin. She is strong, and swift. Brown, with a white stripe down her back. Said to be one of the wisest horses, knowing all the terrain of Middle-Earth.
Weapons: Strong sword, made of true silver, with a steel handle. Shines like the young moon. Longbow, draped in fine elvish leather, threaded with gold. Grey feathered arrows, for my father. Two blades with bone handles, with elf-runes, that state, those of evil will perish against these blades! Only the true shall survive.
Personality: I am a ranger, I travel all through Middle-Earth, fighting evil, and keeping peace wherever I go. I am knowledable about the Middle-Earth history. I have many friends, elves, dwarves, men, hobbits, even animals. I do not trust too many people, I keep to myself wherever I go. I am very strong, and smart. I know how to make those who are decivers, tell the truth. People know of me from songs, that tell of epic battles.
Appearance: I have shaggy dark hair. I wear an elven cloak, which takes appearance of all in nature. I have dark clothes, which shield me at night while I travel. I have two pipes, one I smoke at the beginning of the day, and one I smoke at the end of the day. I have a magical quiver which was handed down to me by my father.
History:
My father Aradôl was a ranger, who fought many orcs, and Uruk-Hai, he had a historic battle with Draug, the largest Uruk-Hai (of the time). The battle raged on for hours, when in the end my father took Anoron, my sword, and finished Draug, with one final blow to the heart. My father died a natural death, at Rivendell, after a long talk with Master Elrond. I took after my father being a ranger, and I try to carry on his legacy.