[Snowdog]

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Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? - No

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? - Yes, a wandering Ranger in Green Dragon

I would like to be a maid to Lady Morthaniawen, the mother of Dryea and Alethea.

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NAME: Ränne (Ray-nn)

AGE: 33

RACE: Man - Black Numenorean/Haradian/Khandese mixblood (Evil Corsairs group)

GENDER: Female (unmarried)

WEAPONS: Two well-hidden knives, and just about anything else she can get her hands on quickly if it is necessary.

APPEARANCE: Ränne is an exotic mix of races, having long raven hair to the hip, though usually braided or tied up to keep it out of the way. Eyes have tight-skinned lids common to the people of Khand, though their color can vary from a slightly brown-tinted grey to a grey-tinted brown. Skin is olive and of a fair silken texture, and darkens quickly to exposure to the sun. She is tall and shaply, near 6 feet, and keeps herself in good physical condition. Her preferred dress is usually in layered silks, but usually wears the customary dress of a maid-servant of Gondor when it is required.

PERSONALITY: Ränne is rather quiet, and soft-spoken when she speaks, and is light of foot and cunning. Is usually in the background in the service of the Lady Morthaniawen of whom she is sworn to and loyal, for she brought her out of the hard life with Condemir. Ränne has been able to usually get what she needs by various means, and has always looked out for the Lady Morthaniawen by telling of what she hears on the streets.

STRENGTHS: Ränne is very observant of matters that go on abround her, and hears and sees much though little thought is usually given her unless its a command. She gets on well with the maidstaffs of others, and always is que'd to that which is said in crowds and noisy environs. She knows the languages of Harad and Khand, as well as the Common Speech though her accent is that of Harad. She has knowledge of some exotic herbs and has passed some of this knowledge to Dryea. Ränne can also cook if it is required. She knows where to place a knife for a silent kill, and has had to kill a couple times in the past, but it always brought the horrible vision of her mother's slaying before her eyes.

WEAKNESSES: Her use of some exotic herbs and her fondness to drink has caused her to have lapses in memory at times. She has willingly (and suspects not-so-willingly) tried draughts that she and Dryea have made to observe their effects of intoxication. Though in her own right she was beautiful, she always appears as a maid-servant in the presence of the Lady and her daughters, and has little self-esteem.

HISTORY: Ränne was born a product of the southern trade routes, with her father Sondach, being a wealthy Haradian trader who had bloodlines to Numenor of old, rumored in the family tales as a sea captain who shipwrecked along the coast of Far Harad during a storm. The long generations since had assimilated the Numenorean blood of that crew into the Haradian clans of the south, and some of these clans survived the great floods that changed the world (Numenor's downfall). For the most part these men appeared as that of other Haradians with the exception that they were usually taller. but every few generations one would be born with a likeness to the Numenoreans of old. Her father was one. Ränne's mother, Kharah, was a slavewoman from Khand who was bought by Sondach as a wife during one of his treks to the eastern desert. She was obedient to Sondach, and he treated her well for a time. but when she gave birth to a daughter, he became cold and abusive, for he wanted sons. But Kharah cared for Ränne well, and though she bore Sondach six sons, her firstborn was to her the most precious and taught her much of her heritage. But life was not kind to Ränne as she grew to womanhood, for it came a day when the family was in City of the Corsairs, that Sondach sold Ränne as a slave to a captain of the Cosairs named Condermir, and Kharah slew Sondach in her fury at what he had done to her beloved Ränne. The sons of Sondach in turn slew their mother, and left their sister in the hands of the captain and forgot about her.

So it was that Ränne lived in service to Condermir. She grew accostumed to the seas and life in port, but looked for a way out. The way out came when she was offered to be in the service of Lady Morthaniawen, mother of Dryea & Alethea. Her days in Minas Tirith has led to opportunities not obtainable in the south, and Ränne was finding she liked it there.

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Snowdog's post

As Ränne finished helping with Dryea's beautiful hair, a smile spread across her face.

'You are ravishing Lady Dryea!'

Ränne said as the door to the chamber opened. The Lady Morthaniawen entered and Ränne stepped back behind Dryea and lowered her eyes. As the Lady motioned her dismissal, Ränne bowed slightly and said,

'I will be working in the kitchens seeing to the service of the reception if you require me m'lady.'

And with a nod she turned and left the room, letting the door close gently.

Ränne knew of the arrival of Finduilas to the City and the wedding of Steward Denethor. So to was she aware of the influence the Lady had and the aspirations for her daughter Dryea. Surely the coming of Finduilas was a threat to all that was hoped for in house Morthaniawen. As Ränne made her way to her chamber to dress, then through the halls to the kitchens. Bumping into Meirelle, Ränne said as she hurried by,

'You're late!'

Which drew a fading "I know!" as she disappeared around the corner. Ränne's skirts flurreyed about her feet as she passed a hall where much talk could be heard. The Lady Finduilas had arrived with her party, and Ränne herself was late in her duties. Having gained a position on the kitchen waitstaff, she went to fill elegant glasses with the finest in Anfalas and Befalas red and white wines. With a grace of movement, she started out about the main reception room where the Lords and Ladies were gathering and soon her tray was empty as hands helped themselves to the goblets. Ränne made her way through the gathering to set fresh-filled glasses upon her tray. She made it a point to get to where Lady Finduilas was with her entourage, and as Ränne handed her a goblet, their eyes met for a moment. Taking what she saw in them to note, she likewise served a woman with her with blue eyes, and again a smile passed from Ränne. She could see it would be a very long day on her feet, and evermore reading the intentions of the people gathered.

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