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Kendoka · 02-01-06, 06:51 AM

Full Name:Earendur Carnesir
Age: 155
Class(es):Ranger
Race: Wood Elve
Subrace:
Alignment:Neutral Good
Deity:Folian S'pae
2 Domains (if cleric): (none)
Bio/Description:
Crack ! Earendur twists his head towards the sound, foot falls now follow coming his way, not elven.. not animal, human..... yes.
For many years now he has been able to tell when strangers enter the forest, and this breed, human especially is unwelcome.
The arrow is swiftly knocked, no sound comes from his movements. Years of hunting have taught him many things, all his senses tuned to the breath of the forest. Completely unaware the human passes by, Earendur lets the tension on the bow string relax and smiles to himself. The human takes a path leading away from his home and so he does not follow but seeing the human, recalls old memories he would sooner forget. His father once a fine ranger himself stays close to the fire at home now, tending the garden now and then, once in a while a trip into town and the chance for a jar or two, Earendur likes to think of him how he used to be not this shell this old man. His mother looks after him as best she can. Although his mother performs all the day to day running of the home and acts like everything is fine, Erendur knows the pain she feels the utter loss that nothing can change.

Lainill ran out of the house grabbing his bow and taking up a handfull of arrows his father ahead of him running up the bank towards the pathe that lead to the main track into the village. Earendur was playing atop one of the trees and saw first his father then his brother running past below him. It was to be the last time he would see his brother alive. Different stories abound on what happened that day but there stands one main and unchallenged fact the person who had taken his brothers life was human a human garbed in bright armour he carried a long sword and a shield bearing the mark of a hand with an eye on it.

Earendur does not like humans to well and watches for a shield with a hand and eye on it.

02-01-06, 06:51 AM	#1
Kendoka Recruit Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 1 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts	CHaracter Submission Full Name:Earendur Carnesir Age: 155 Class(es):Ranger Race: Wood Elve Subrace: Alignment:Neutral Good Deity:Folian S'pae 2 Domains (if cleric): (none) Bio/Description: Crack ! Earendur twists his head towards the sound, foot falls now follow coming his way, not elven.. not animal, human..... yes. For many years now he has been able to tell when strangers enter the forest, and this breed, human especially is unwelcome. The arrow is swiftly knocked, no sound comes from his movements. Years of hunting have taught him many things, all his senses tuned to the breath of the forest. Completely unaware the human passes by, Earendur lets the tension on the bow string relax and smiles to himself. The human takes a path leading away from his home and so he does not follow but seeing the human, recalls old memories he would sooner forget. His father once a fine ranger himself stays close to the fire at home now, tending the garden now and then, once in a while a trip into town and the chance for a jar or two, Earendur likes to think of him how he used to be not this shell this old man. His mother looks after him as best she can. Although his mother performs all the day to day running of the home and acts like everything is fine, Erendur knows the pain she feels the utter loss that nothing can change. Lainill ran out of the house grabbing his bow and taking up a handfull of arrows his father ahead of him running up the bank towards the pathe that lead to the main track into the village. Earendur was playing atop one of the trees and saw first his father then his brother running past below him. It was to be the last time he would see his brother alive. Different stories abound on what happened that day but there stands one main and unchallenged fact the person who had taken his brothers life was human a human garbed in bright armour he carried a long sword and a shield bearing the mark of a hand with an eye on it. Earendur does not like humans to well and watches for a shield with a hand and eye on it.