Altharon
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Gwethron (Ambassador) a Rithron (Woodcutter) o Imladris. -- OOC MVP and Super-duper helpful fellow!
DESCRIPTION:
In front of you stands tall elven male. His grey eyes look serious to you, but you can see crows feet around them, wich can only be caused by smiling and laughing. His slender face, where you notice high cheekbones and cleft chin, is framed by silvery hair. The hair is tied up to ponytail but a single eleboratedly carved wooden ring.
Altharon is wearing white silk shirt and earthbrown suede vest. His trousers are also white and made also out of silk. His clothes have been beautifully woven patterns with trees and flowers. In his belt you can see beautifully and elebaretedly decarated small carving knife. He has soft brown boots, wich are apparently made from same leather then the vest, comes half-way up to his calves. From his neck hangs beatifully carved wooden amulet.
PERSONA:
The most notable thing about Altharon is that his hands are almost always doing something; when he doesn't have his knife or chisel in his hands, he has something else, otherwise his fingers are twisting around. He is otherwise a calm individual, but some call him little eccentric. He consideres himself as an artist, and yearns for aknowledgement. He doesn't like to be bossed around, and is especially irritated if someone interrupts him when he is working something other than his small wooden dolls, wich he seems to be working with all the time. And when he is irritated, he is not so lovable person, alltough Lorelie has honed some of the worst edges from him.
Altharon is a quite silent person, seeming to prefer silence to excessive chatter, but those people who know him better say that once you get to know him, he is quite conversational. Hnever spends much time in one place when he is working, and he travels around the house when his work is portable. He also strolls a lot in forest, planting new saplings, denudes thickets, and marks and cuts sick and dying trees.
In memory of his father, he used to spent quite a lot of his spare time in archery range, but nowadays he may be found most often conversing with his fionce Lorelie. When he talks, his voice is low and pleasant.
HISTORY:
Long years ago, once upon a time as humans would say, little Altharon was born. It was the same sad year that Minas Ithil fell into the hands of the enemy. Little Altharon was the apple of his father's, Cunir Aldaran, eye. He hoped that his son would take up arms and follow his footsteps, but young Altharon showed so much skill in the art of working wood, that his father called him 'Master with Wood'. He still, though tried to teach bowmanship and swordsmanship to his young boy, with little success.
When Altharon had seen about thirty new leaves, he wandered around the House and chanced to stumble upon some elves in artisans guild. Upon learning of his talents, they invited him to join them in their work. Always before he had admired and looked in awe at those beautiful carvings on wooden pillars and frames. Indeed, as a child his favorite toys were wooden dolls. When he first began his work with the guild, his life was never the same. All of his spare time he spent with his guild, trying not to get in anyone's way. The old Masters smiled when they saw the enthusiasm in young elf's eyes. His father would have tried to prevent him for choosing such for his life, but soon gave in to his son's passion.
Leaves grew and fell many times, and young Altharon's skills improved with time, and sadly Aldaran left, unbeknownst, on his final journey. He was ambushed in Caradhras Pass defending Celebrian, wife of Elrond. Then, for a time, Altharon became forlorn; because her husband was only thing that kept Altharon's other, Amarie, in Middle-Earth, she left for Mithlond and passed over the sea that year. He followed his mothers last voyage, to the sea, but he himself returned to Imladris after his mother's ship sailed. Since then, Altharon has dedicated his life to his art.
Or at least this was the case even few years ago. Then his life suddenly changed when he accidentally bumped into elven maid, that he had know, but had failed to take any special notice. The beautiful Lorelie virtually changed his whole life. And they got engaged on 5th of Laer, 3016 of Third Age.
For awhile, life seemed to be smiling to him, but then the disaster struck. While he was carving gift to Hir Elrond, he tried to carve Feanor into the gift. This caused too much debate among other elves, and Elrond had to ask him to give up that task. Unable to choose between his own conviction and loyalty to Elrond, he chosed to resign from awardan's position. Few weeks later, in the week they were supposed to get married, he and Lorelie broke up. After that, he has been trying desperately to find new direction to his life, with little or no succes.
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Altharon (#1526)
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OOCDESC: From the northern wastes of Europe I cry my battlecry. Yes, hear me...lightbrown hair, lighrbrown eyes, extremely good looks...(well, just kidding, Imagine Johnny Goodman in Big Lebowski, only slightly thinner and you have me...) 6'2" equals 190cm, 240lbs is more or less 110 kg
PLAN: To be president of all things dull and ugly after Dogbert conquers the world
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