Gender: 2
Race: Elf
Height: 5'7
Age: 110
Family: A mother- Caladaer and Father - Celegorn. As well as an extended kin, on both sides, though she prefers the family of her mother
Animals: A small, black and white dog, HÃrdhae , and a sturdy, bay gelding named Nandir.
Weapons: A long bow, accented with a mirkwoodian green; black and white feathered arrows; and a small knife given to her by her grandsire
Personality: Hingaer, though young in years, has the wisdom and cunning of a great ruler. Despite her calm and quiet demeanor, she is observant and quick-to-learn, the soft shell hiding a strong and independent spirit that bucks conformity and despises boundaries. She relishes the freedom found in the wild places of Middle Earth, and is, more often than not, a lone wanderer, roaming hill and wood with the subtle skills of an woodland warrior. Though flighty, she has an innate love of libraries and enjoys the occasional intellectual spar, but never does she seek recognition or reknown, opting instead to appreciate her own accomplishments in solitude. However, she is still a charming soul and quite capable at making friends.
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Appearance: Hingaer is a daughter of the Falathrim and, as such, the sea seems to be reflected in each and every part of her being. Her eyes, for instance, are that indistinct shade that is neither blue nor green nor even gray, but is an even-handed mixture of all three. They're alike to the murky ocean at full-tide, when its hues are deep and changing, and around the centers is a strip of golden-brown like to a sandbar off the coast.
Her hair, like the rest of her, hints at the sea, with blazing, golden-red shades interwined with more modest, faintly darker brown tones. It's a fairly medium color; far from the near-black and raven-wing shades of the Noldor, but not nearly as light as the golden locks of the Vanyar. The dunes of the shore at the sunset hour are a better description- browns, blazing coppers and fiery golds as the sun draws below the horizon, casting shadows and showers of shimmering light.
Hingaer's skin is fair and creamy. Across her shoulders and the bridge of her nose is a splatter of faint freckles, easily complimenting the milk-and-honey cast of her skin.
She is comely after the way of her people, and is always seen with some sort of pearl trinket, whether it's a pendant, circlet or ring. Her garments are elegant, but functional. She favors, most often, diverse shades of blue, white or green, and is fond of velvet, silk and linen materials. She prefers to be booted or unshod and, at all times, she carries a shell, of varying types, to remind her of the place she loves most.
History:
Before we even dabble in to history, lineage must be addressed. And while this may be considered “history” by some, it is an important part of who Hingaer is (in fact, it’s a part of who we all are). Her family consists of the Sindar of the forests, the Falathrim of the coasts and, less numerous, the overly-proud Noldor. She was, however, born among the Falathrim and counts herself as one of them, moreso than the rest of her kin.
Laegnor. The name of the estate which Nemíron (Hingaer’s maternal grandfather) owns; a small community of elves in the Bruinen Valley. Besides Lissuin, his wife, and, at one point, his daughter and granddaughter, friends live there, renting the land from the patriarch. Hingaer, however, now lives with her mother and father on the far side of the valley on their own, small estate of Nan Míresgal.
Hingaer was the only child of Melail, and the third for Nibinlon, whose heart had fallen prey to the darkness of Morgoth long before. He had taken a wife in his younger days, but left her for reasons that were coherent only to his own, muddled mind. He was a son of the Noldor; his parents and grandparents cursed for the rebellion and the Kinslaying. And, his proud, arrogant heart was snared easily in the net of evil. Essentially he had become a dark Elf, following only his own bidding, at first, and, then, that of his master. Soon after his third child’s birth, he vanished into the night, never seen in the good places of the world again.
Melail, deserted by her husband, returned home to her parents, gaining help in the raising of her daughter. And, under their love and guidance, Thaldre grew and prospered, adored not only by her family but by the residents of Laegnor as well.
((a small note concerning Hingaer’s heritage: Her father is Noldor, pureblooded in that. Her mother is of mixed parents; Séreton is of both the Noldor and the Sindar, and Lissuin is a daughter of the Silvan kindred.))
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