Thulion
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| Home | The Wild |
| Gender | Male |
| Race | Dunadan Arnorian |
| Culture | Unknown |
| Title | Unknown |
| House | Unknown |
| Clan | Unknown |
| Age | 43 |
| Birthdate | November 11, 3003 |
| Occupation | Ranger |
| Occupations | {{{occupations}}} |
| Hair | Black |
| Eyes | Clear-grey |
| Skin | Light yet weathered |
| Height | 6' 4" |
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| Player | Fae |
| Character type | PC |
Description
A tall man by any measure, nearing six and a half feet, lean of build yet wiry and strong, straight-backed and regally borne. His cheeks are somewhat hollowed, yet this suits the frame of his face. Patrician nose and clear grey eyes deeply set would give him a noble visage, if not for several days of untrimmed stubble which beards the masculine line of his jaw. Skin once fair is weathered and tanned by sun, though still lighter than most and not yet creased by age: indeed, this man could be merely thirty but for the solemnity in his keen glance. About his face, raven hair falls stringy and tousled, rain washed and wind blown, yet neatly clipped just above his shoulders.
His garb is apt to blend well with wood and fen, though whether that be intentional or simply due to poverty and the accumulation of dirt is unclear. The shadow of his cloak swarths most details of his attire from sight, the cloak itself a dark brownish grey, of thick wool frayed at the hem, clasped at his throat by a brass-hued brooch in the likeness of a fox mask. His feet are encased in leathery boots worn with many season's walking, and his wrists cuffed by archers' bracers above sinewy, calloused hands.
A poor vagabond he may seem, but defenseless he is not: a quiver is strapped to his back, yew longbow carried or slung therebeside, and the glint of metal occasionally gleans at his hip, the line of a scabbard sometimes betrayed by the fall of his cloak.
Known History & Travels
As with all of his kin, Thulion keeps details of his own life very much to himself, and hardly anything is known of him publicly. Of his travels of late, he has flitted though Bree on a couple occasions, and has been over the Misties so far east as Beorning. He seems to stay only briefly in any inhabited, 'civilised' place, before again returning to the paths of the Wild. As with many Rangers, he will vanish for months on end, only to turn up again as care-worn and road-dusted as always.
Outside of town, he is often seen in the company of one perfectly ordinary brown hawk.
Other Names
Folks in Bree-lands have likely been given the name of Leland Foxbrush for this man, and some simply know him as 'Lee'.