Duinhir (river lord) (BerethEdhellen)
Gender: 2
Race: human
Height: 6'4"
Age: 58
Family: no immediate family other than a mother
Animals: horse
Weapons: always carries a dagger (hidden) and a sword
Personality: He uses his elegant appearance and his deep mellifluous voice to charm those around him. He appears to others as a great listener, bending slightly towards the persons speaking to him and looking them directly in their eyes. But for all his focused attention, he is aware of every word being spoken around him, often picking up snippets of useful information and storing it in his mind for use in the future. He rarely demonstrates any overt anger, though he frequently 'simmers' internally, hiding it with years of practice. For all his seeming kindness and charm, he is in reality a power-hungry, greedy man who can be an extremely vicious and dangerous enemy. Murder is not beyond his personal capabilities.
Appearance: Duinhir is tall and slender and moves with extreme grace. When he walks, he looks almost as though he were rolling. His hair is shoulder length, silvery rather than gray. He wears a braid on either temple, the rest hangs loose. His eyes are gray but not a soft gray, more of stormy sky gray. He wears long robes cut and tailored to fit him perfectly. They represent the wealth in his family as they are made of the finest wools and silks. He is an imposing figure, usually towering over everyone around him.
History:
Born into a family of nobles, he has never known hunger or need. Yet for all his wealth, he has never seen life as if he ever had enough, and through shady deals and obscure alliances, he has added to his standing, influence and wealth in the courts of Minas Tirith. His father had disapproved of his behavior as a young man and had threatened to disown and disinherit him. Strangely, his father had a tragic accident, drowning during a swim in the Anduin. Duinhir, as the first born and only child, inherited his father’s estates. He shipped his mother to one manor house with a group of servants and left her there to live alone, providing for her care and welfare but not seeing her in many years. Truth be told, he wouldn’t even know she was alive if he hadn’t continued to receive invoices for her needs.
As the representative of Ithilien, he now remains in elegant quarters in Minas Tirith. His main interests at present appear to be that of Beregond’s biggest supporter, but does he have deeper, hidden agendas in his mind? He keeps his distant cousin, Mardok, a young man from So. Ithilien as greedy and hungry as he is, at his side. He finds the young man a useful ally and aide in some of his less admirable ‘arrangements’.
