Gender: 2
Race: human- Dúnedain
Height: 6'2
Age: 18
Family: orphan- see history
Animals: Carroty horse named- Arrow

Personality: An optimistic, cheerful young lady. Respectful toward others, Hayden is very uplifting, with a knack for making others smile, and always finds the bright side in every situation. Hayden’s determination seeps forth through her gate resembling a man’s saunter rather then a ladies stroll. Sweet, innocent and naive on the inside, Hayden does her best presenting a rough edged girl on the outside. Calm for the most part but fervent in her decisions; and loyal, trustworthy, and gracious toward friends. Hayden has a hidden romantic side, and an addiction to knowledge, languages and books which she doesn’t often show thinking the obsession week.

Appearance: Hooded, deep set sea-green eyes peer from beneath rich honey colored locks rippling down her back like the sunrise cresting the horizon (unlike fellow dark haired Dúnedain), in winter deepens into a lurid strawberry-blond. A prominent nose, and full lips as scarlet as a ripe strawberry field are set in an oval buttermilk face, often dusted with soot, dirt or sawdust. Long legged and gangly, but not without a girlish figure, Hayden could almost be considered pretty, if not quite unique.

History:

Born in a small village on Anfalas’ shores; her parents were not wealthy folk, nor were they lucky. Her father Maethor, a well known sailor loved his wife Lhossena passionately, baring five children: Arvedu (the first son), then came the twins: Túrin, and Húren, their daughter Mirawe (who died at a young age of an illness, their first tragedy), and finally Hayden. Arvedu left for battle, never returning; the twins took his place soon after perishing as well. Finally their devastation and grief was too great. Hayden’s father, who taught her the basis for her unconditional love, and passion for the ocean, took their three year old to stay in a supposed friends’ hovel at Harlindon during the war of the ring. They feared for their only daughters’ safety and the last line, as they too aided Gondor in the third age perished. Her life as a servant and slave took course, although Hayden’s high spirits never faltered for long. From her fervor for the ocean; and sailing many joked about her having relations to Círdan the shipwright, the few who have come to like Hayden say the oceans glory undulates in her eyes.

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