Irin

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Irin, son of Geirbjorn
Home	The Trollshaws
Gender	Male
Race	Human
Culture	Yfelwydan
Title
House
Clan
Age	18 or 19
Birthdate
Occupation	Wandering youth; vagrant
Occupations	{{{occupations}}}
Hair	Firey red
Eyes	Bright blue
Skin	Pale
Height	6'2"
Weight	Somewhat thin
Player	Opal
Character type

Description

Standing at an imposing six feet and two inches, the rest of this young man's lithe body gives off the illusion of being slightly less muscular than he is. Stained and wrinkled cloth sewn from a woollen material conceals his arms and upper body; the fabric is rough, and perhaps once being dyed a bright mossy green, it has now turned to a brown earthen color through the years. The hem of each sleeve has been folded over once, and decorated by round, small wooden buttons for a more snug fit around the wrists. His hands, large and most of the time, unwashed, lead off to long and agile fingers, the nails of which are unfortunately filthy and lined with dirt and grime. His skin has been lightly tanned, though only the portions that have been exposed to the sun - namely, his face, neck and hands.

His complexion contains a few blemishes here and there; an indicator of his youth. Scuffs, small scars and dirt may be seen across some portions of his face; clearly a man who spends much of his time outdoors. Bright strands of youthful red hair fall about an inch or two below his shoulders; falling in slight waves near the bottom. His nose, somewhat like the side of an uneven hill, has a high bridge forming a barely noticeable bump in the middle, then sloping back down and upturning at the end slightly in a flattering fashion. Bright, cerulean blue eyes rest below rather thick, dark eyebrows.

Offsetting over the aformentioned earthen colored shirt is a tunic of slate gray color, the fabric appearing to be relatively new and for the most part unscathed and without any visible stains. A sturdy rope made from intertwined cotton fibers is fastened around his waist, but concealed by a forward fold in the tunic; the ends of the rope are bound together in a small knot on the side. The trousers which this makeshift 'belt' secure from falling are made of a tough canvas-like material, and dyed a plain black color to blend with the surroundings better. The hem of both his pants legs appear to be slightly too long for the young man, as they nearly drag on the floor behind his shoes. Turning the attention to his footwear, you might see that he wears a pair of soft, brown woollen boots made from several layers of the fabric, so as to avoid too much wear and tear, being of a less durable material than leather.

History

In the Spring of 3028 in the village of Beorn, the much anticipated first child of the seamstress Mairynne, the wife of a woodcutter and crafts merchant named Geirbjorn, was born to the couple; it was a healthy baby boy. During his early years, the boy grew up carefree and was free to roam around the village without anyone to watch over him, and it may be because of this that Irin has a tendency to be adventurous at times, yet prone to procrastination and lacking any particular aim later on in life. As he approached his teen years, his father grew more demanding and controlling of him, in the hopes that he may become disciplined enough to climb through the ranks of a worthy profession in the village, or at least be knowledgeable in the lore of woodcutting and craftwork. From the age of eight and up, Irin was ordered to assist his father in his work throughout most of his days, rarely getting more than a few hours' worth of rest and play. Oftentimes when he would be out in the forest with his father, Irin would be sent to fetch water from the stream, or collect plants of medicinal value or for seasoning - it would be during this time that he would practice hunting small prey along the way; birds, rabbits and the like. In time he grew skilled with trapping techniques and the use of a small dagger he kept, for protection.

When the young man's sixteenth year had come around, his father had decided to accompany a caravan of travelling craftsmen, smiths, hunters and various other traders on a journey from Beorn's village over to Bree, where they would spend three weeks camped just outside of Archet to sell and exchange goods with the locals. Such a trading trip is rare for Beornings; most commonly they would only travel as far as the Dale lands, or allow other merchants travel to them instead - this was the first time in ten years that such a large group of trading Beornings had gone west of the Misties. Irin, now being a young man in his late teens just two years shy of twenty, took this opportunity to acquire some skills in Westron, as well as sharpen his ability to persuade and haggle with the local peoples in order to acquire materials and goods not seen in Beorn before.

Nearing the end of those three weeks, Irin began to ponder for the first time what life might be like away from the his Beorning hometown, and if there he might be destined for a life of subservience under his demanding father who would limit Irin to a simple life of a woodcutter just like himself. He would be trapped within that small village; have a lowly status and be urged to adhere to the traditional life of a Beorning. He had no ambitions to become a great warrior of his village nor to climb the ranks to advance from being an apprentice; this would require him to be under the observance of some higher-up, and, so he thought, to be bullied and made to obey the master of whatever profession he would choose; most likely woodcutting.

It was an idea he had passed through his mind once every while during his stay near Bree - of the possibility to remain in this town, and not accompany the travelling company of merchants back to Rhovanion. What a wild idea, he thought, assuring himself that such a venture would not be in his favor; that it would be easier to just return back to his people and continue to live in the manner the Beornings were accustomed to.

For the remaining four days in Bree, the young man spent the most of his days at the Prancing Pony, using the local currency he had collected from selling Beorning-made artistries, pastries and food. The art pieces were mostly handcrafted from wood cut by he and his father during their stay. Irin mingled with the local people and gained a conversational level in Westron, while observing the customs and ways of the people of Bree. Deciding that a life completely his own would be the more favorable option, he planned to sneak away in the night just before the caravan prepared to head back for the mountains, hiding within a secluded area just west of the shaws where sparse plantlife and vegetables grew, providing him with a source of food for the first few days, while he figured out where he was to remain permanently.

Several small search parties from the Beorning camp had roamed through the area where Irin had camped, although they were only seen twice by Irin on the same day he had fleed, and from there on he did not see another one of his kin again. He hid among the outskirts of the shaws, armed with a small woodcutting axe he had taken from the caravan, and a pocket knife. He dared not venture further into the shaws for many a months afterwards, as although he had not yet come into contact with any of the creatures rumoured to inhabit the area, he nonetheless feared the forest and preferred to remain camped in an abandoned region north of Bree, relocating and wandering elsewhere whenever the need arose.