Amrûndirn Mormegil Carmayar
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Amrûndirn Mormegil Carmayar | |
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| Home | Unknown |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Human |
| Culture | Gondorian |
| Title | Unknown |
| House | Unknown |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Age | Cirka 40 |
| Birthdate | 3001 TA |
| Occupation | Ranger of Ithilien |
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| Hair | Unknown |
| Eyes | Unknown |
| Skin | Unknown |
| Height | Unknown |
| Weight | Unknown |
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| Player | Fin |
| Character type | PC |
Description
A man well past his fourtieth year. He is tall, his limbs are firm, and his shoulderlong hair is raven black with flecks of grey about his temples, like his full beard - it is perhaps a week old, two at most - and his eyes are grey as the high seas. But he is not fair to look upon. No, he is rather a grim sight, for his face is weathered and sunburned, and his cheeks hold faded scars; the most horrendous of all an uneven slash of darker hue drawn oblique between his eyebrows, across the nose, thinning at the cheek. Grim indeed.
Once, perhaps, matters were different.
His attire is the simplest, maybe as that of a peasants, a shirt of leaf green and a cloak of dark grey. His rough leather breeches of an earth-brown hue, his knee-high boots black, as is his belt; a simple swordhilt at his hip and a full quiver and a belt knife at his other, a stout yew bow nigh as tall as himself slung over his shoulder.
And the leather gauntlets, of green.
Background
High is his bloodline, though far now removed from any power, it is said. The second son of a second son; Rochonhir the Furious and Halfaroth the Cursed are his forefathers, and through them the line of Mormegil Lords. Iarthol is his father, and Hildur is his older brother; though that is a name seldom spoken aloud in the courts of Minas Tirith or indeed in the realm of Gondor herself. His path has been one of war; half his life and more spent in service of the Stewards of the realm, toiling 'neath the eaves of Ithilien. Half a life of hunting the servants of the Enemy with the sword and the bow, to keep safe the lands west of the river, and perhaps -- perhaps, though few now nurse such futile hopes -- take back those once held by his kin. Such are the men bestowed with the rank and title of: Ranger of Ithilien.
