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Name:
Eldos Anlitar
Race:
Human (Gondorian)
Age:
37
Gender:
Male
Height/Weight:
6'1'' | 196 lbs
Place of residence:
Minas Tirith
Brief description of appearance:
Shoulder length light-brown hair, fairly thick stubble around the jawline, dark brown eyes, and a thick, plain face. Eldos has been wearing heavy plate-armour, initially with little skill, since he enlisted in the Gondorian military forces and as such has developed a very sturdy and muscular build. Though his age has started to show through various frown marks which are visible all of the time on his forehead.
Picture of character:
Weapons:
Gondorian broadsword
Other supplies:
100 gold pieces, Gondorian plate armour
Greatest Strengths:
Eldos is a great tactician as well as a mighty infantry-man.
Greatest Weaknesses:
Little to no skill with a bow, fool-hardy, rash and stubborn. Once he has decided on something there is no reason with him or changing his mind on said subject.
Personality:
Very judgemental and sometimes nigh-impossible to get along with. Mistrusting of none human races due to the lack of them residing in Gondor.
He only ever really feels at home on the battlefield.
Backstory:
Eldos was born in Minas Tirith and has lived there his entire life, he has never had any desire but to follow in his father's footsteps, against his mother's will, in the Gondorian army. His father had died many years before in an Orc raid against Osgiliath.
As a young boy Eldos and his friends would practice sword fighting with sticks, as children do. However as they grew up he picked up a real sword in it's stead, whereas the rest of his friends chose different paths.
As a teenager he enlisted in the Gondorian army, travelling across the Gondorian territories, and sometimes into Rohan under his captain hunting down the many Orcs hosts, which had stooped to pillaging and banditry with no-one to lead them. At the age of 20 he had reached the rank of Methîr. At 30 he was picked and promoted into the Guards of the Citadel, where has has remained ever since. Often participating in the various swordplay competitions the city holds.
Writing sample:
Dialogue colour:
I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king.
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Name:
Eldos Anlitar
Race:
Human (Gondorian)
Age:
37
Gender:
Male
Height/Weight:
6'1'' | 196 lbs
Place of residence:
Minas Tirith
Brief description of appearance:
Shoulder length light-brown hair, fairly thick stubble around the jawline, dark brown eyes, and a thick, plain face. Eldos has been wearing heavy plate-armour, initially with little skill, since he enlisted in the Gondorian military forces and as such has developed a very sturdy and muscular build. Though his age has started to show through various frown marks which are visible all of the time on his forehead.
Picture of character:
Weapons:
Gondorian broadsword
Other supplies:
100 gold pieces, Gondorian plate armour
Greatest Strengths:
Eldos is a great tactician as well as a mighty infantry-man.
Greatest Weaknesses:
Little to no skill with a bow, fool-hardy, rash and stubborn. Once he has decided on something there is no reason with him or changing his mind on said subject.
Personality:
Very judgemental and sometimes nigh-impossible to get along with. Mistrusting of none human races due to the lack of them residing in Gondor.
He only ever really feels at home on the battlefield.
Backstory:
Eldos was born in Minas Tirith and has lived there his entire life, he has never had any desire but to follow in his father's footsteps, against his mother's will, in the Gondorian army. His father had died many years before in an Orc raid against Osgiliath.
As a young boy Eldos and his friends would practice sword fighting with sticks, as children do. However as they grew up he picked up a real sword in it's stead, whereas the rest of his friends chose different paths.
As a teenager he enlisted in the Gondorian army, travelling across the Gondorian territories, and sometimes into Rohan under his captain hunting down the many Orcs hosts, which had stooped to pillaging and banditry with no-one to lead them. At the age of 20 he had reached the rank of Methîr. At 30 he was picked and promoted into the Guards of the Citadel, where has has remained ever since. Often participating in the various swordplay competitions the city holds.
Writing sample:
The smell of blood filled the air, one he had come accustomed to, one that he would soon miss, Eldos focused his eyes and could see the silhouette of ragged humans running franticly towards their company, lit against the backdrop of the burning village behind them. No, not humans. He thought as the creatures got closer. Orcs. He lifted Glarsung, his sword, into the air as his commander rallied the troops. Offering comforting words to those new to battle. His sword shone against the rays of the sun as he dropped it back down to his side. This would be his last battle before being transferred to the citadel.
The slapping of leather boots against the cold stone of the citadel's steps pulled Eldos out of his dream. He often fell asleep at his post, not that he thought there was anything wrong with that. The city was safe, there was no host of orcs great or organized enough to attempt a siege, and the problems of the lower city, if ever there were any, were not for the the Citadel guards. He regretted accepting the position here, sure it was a great honour. But the noblemen were safe in the city, it was the poor farmers and common folk outside of the cities that still needed protection, he'd take any opportunity to be back out there. The footsteps were closer now. He stood up straight, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword and lifting his chin as a thin man turned the corner and scuttled up to him. The man peered at him for a moment before asking ''Eldos Anlitar?''
''Aye.'' He replied.
The man reached deep into his pocket as he continued ''I have a letter for you.'' He produced a small, crumpled envelope and placed it in Eldos's free hand before scuttling off in the direction he had come from.
Eldos ripped the envelope open revealing the parchment inside. Taking the letter out it was not written in a hand he recognised. ''Gandalf...'' He whispered under his breath, eyes opening wider as he read. One of the Maiar? Calling for me? He held the letter tight in his hand as he turned and marched off to find his superior. Though he knew he wouldn't need official dismissal for this.
The slapping of leather boots against the cold stone of the citadel's steps pulled Eldos out of his dream. He often fell asleep at his post, not that he thought there was anything wrong with that. The city was safe, there was no host of orcs great or organized enough to attempt a siege, and the problems of the lower city, if ever there were any, were not for the the Citadel guards. He regretted accepting the position here, sure it was a great honour. But the noblemen were safe in the city, it was the poor farmers and common folk outside of the cities that still needed protection, he'd take any opportunity to be back out there. The footsteps were closer now. He stood up straight, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword and lifting his chin as a thin man turned the corner and scuttled up to him. The man peered at him for a moment before asking ''Eldos Anlitar?''
''Aye.'' He replied.
The man reached deep into his pocket as he continued ''I have a letter for you.'' He produced a small, crumpled envelope and placed it in Eldos's free hand before scuttling off in the direction he had come from.
Eldos ripped the envelope open revealing the parchment inside. Taking the letter out it was not written in a hand he recognised. ''Gandalf...'' He whispered under his breath, eyes opening wider as he read. One of the Maiar? Calling for me? He held the letter tight in his hand as he turned and marched off to find his superior. Though he knew he wouldn't need official dismissal for this.
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I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king.
