Baldir (BerethEdhellen)
Gender: 2
Race: man
Height: 6' 5
Age: 31
Family: Father and Mother both deceased; sister Cenewith (22)
Animals: Horse
Weapons: a pair of daggers, sword
Personality: Cold, aloof, distant, has few friends (though it is known that he associates with a trader by the name of Fenemar). No one knows what he does in his offtime from the Citadel Guard, though most of his time is spent on his duties. However, when he is off duty, he tends to disappear from the usual gathering places (taverns, inns, barracks) of his fellow men and few know where he goes. But with two months on duty and one month off, this lack of social interaction during his month off has raised questions and curiosity among his men. Yet so cold his reaction when teasingly asked where he spends his time...with a favorite woman? for example...that the men have stopped asking. Yet when he speaks, his voice is very persuasive, low, mellifluous, yet carrying much confidence and assurity. It has been said of him that he could talk the feathers off birds.
Appearance: Dark hair, almost black, and piercing eerie silvery eyes, almost always a scowl on his face...His expressions are unreadable. High cheekbones, and sharp features, heavy black eyebrows. Would be handsome if the scowl were not the only thing seen for on the rare occasions that he smiles, he could melt hearts, particularly those of the ladies. Broad shoulder, muscular legs, powerful looking.
History:
His parents both died during an illness that passed through the small villages and Minas Tirith itself (most likely a viral infection like influenza) but he and his younger sister survived. Baldir has left his sister at the family home with an aunt, though he does go home on his off-time to see how they are doing. If there is any warmth in him, it is reserved for his sister, who he is very protective of. He has talked two young men of his village into watching out for Cenewith, though without her knowledge, and he gets reports from them about any undue interest from single men or particularly strangers. But even his sister does not know where he goes late at night, when frequently he leaves the house in the deep dark of night only to return before the sun rises. She thinks he has a ‘lady’ friend but if asked, she could not attest to it. She herself would never have the audacity to ask him, either, fearing the frigid look with which he would respond, saying nothing.
