[The Sixth Wizard]

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The Sixth Wizard's character

NAME: Garnae

AGE: 21

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male Rider of Rohan

WEAPONS : Spear, sword, anything else a Rider of Rohan might own. A horse named Creon. May access Rohirrim weaponry if in need.

APPEARANCE: Blonde, like most Rohaners. Rather tall and lanky. Garnae wears general Rider's armour, before that only owning a farmer's outfit. His eyes are very, very dark, this, being rare, is a striking feature.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Garnae doesn't like big strengthy jobs, preferring the spear and bow. He's quite smart, and willing to help others. He is slow to anger and peaceful. Living out on the farm has made Garnae skilled in archery and tracking. He is a mite eccentric, and finds it hard to make friends, but those who see past his wierd outer layer find him loyal and hardworking, a good friend. His motto is 'make the most of all resources'.

HISTORY: Garnae was born in Edoras very distantly related to the royal lineage. He is an only child. When he was three the War of the Ring took place, and his entire family was murdered by Uruks apart from his father and grandfather. At 16 he started a farm with money lent to him by Conwe, his grandfather. Since then he has become rather poor, with his land being bought at ridiculously low prices by Sandrina's Uncle Samuel. Garnae joined the Riders of Rohan in need of money, at the urging of his father Creon, after whom his horse is named. He is at present 21 years old and unmarried, unless he can pick up a lass in this RPG of course!

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The Sixth Wizard's post

"Ah, an Inn ahead," said Garnae as he rode deftly upon the horse, Creon. He had finally finished his training as a Rider, perhaps now he could earn enough money for his family. Anyway, this was a time for celebration. Although he had passed the training through unorthodox methods, defeating opponents with wit and smarts instead of brute force, it was over and he could relax for the first time in a long while. The constant urging of Sandrina Hitherford's greedy Uncle Sam had reminded him that his farm was going broke, and that there were no other buyers. There was really nothing for it; sell the land to him (much of which had already been sold), or join the Riders.

Garnae was sure Sandrina's uncle was assisting in the mysterious demise of his farmland. Cattle went missing, the stream was dirty and crops grew poorly. One day as he ploughed the fields he found a handful of salt, perhaps dropped by a treacherous hand as it fallowed the earth. As much as he tried though, Garnae couldn't ever find Sam or an accomplice at this game, so he could never get him put to justice. It was a hard life on his farm.

But all that might change now that he was a Rider of the Riddermark. Crops could be resown. Watches could be placed on his land, and the nasty character caught. Hopefully life would be good.

Garnae brushed his hand through his blonde hair sighing. The White Horse Inn . Time to put his spirit at ease with a good dose of ale. Garnae didn't drink much, not having many friends. As he entered the wooden door, tying up Creon at the door who whistled annoyedly, he spied a young woman at a table with some other people. As if driven by fate, he sat next to her...

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Seeing as this has been edited a couple of times by me, hopefully I've snipped off all the loose ends.

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