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Old 02-25-2007, 09:09 AM   #960
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Here is Beloan's bio & history. I hope Pio could insert this to a place where it belongs.

Durelin: I added one sentence to suggest a difference between Beloan's and Khamir's backgrounds. Otherwise it's in a same form than the last version...

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Name: Beloan

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Race: A child of a South-Gondorian father and a Southron mother

Weapons: Long knife / half-sword that he took from a slaver in a fight four years ago. It has a simple but beautiful slightly curved blade and it’s hilt is covered with weathered down leather. Rough but elegant and most importantly very efficient and easy to wield. He also has a roughish self-made bow of spruce and a quiver of arrows.

Appearance: Because of his mixed inheritance Beloan’s skin is orangeish-brown and quite peculiar. He has high cheekbones and a sharp nose as Gondorians do (although his nose is a pretty large one) but a round face and thick lips as the Southrons have. His eyes are dark brown, almost black. Even though the life at the slave-camp and the life after it has been hard his leanness can’t hide his strong build.

After escaping from the slave-camp he has not been too straight about his looks and only occasionally trims his beard cutting off the excess of it. His hair and beard have gotten hues of grey albeit his relatively young age.

He wears a loose woollen tunic with embroideries at the collar made by a woman he had a relationship in the slave-camp. She never made it to freedom and Beloan still wears her hairbands in his wrist to honour her memory.


Personality: A natural leader, charismatic, and though persuasive, not forceful. He has a great amount of patience, particularly when it comes to dealing with people. Because of his experiences in childhood he’s not confrontational and seems to prefer letting things happen only trying to move them to his wished direction indirectly. He’s not actively trying to secure a fate for himself. Beloan is a gentle man to friends, but ruthless to enemies, particularly due to his hard life.

Even though his whole life has been a continuous struggle he retains something like an open mind and tries to see every situation also as an opportunity to something better. That optimistic stance he has inherited from his father. He has been rarely loved in his life, but with the love of Khamir and a few others he knows the value of love and care and tries to spread them around in this grim world.

History: Beloan was born in a small village by the coast near Pelargir. His father Delchar owned a little ship and made his living by trading along the coastline as far as up to Dol Amroth and down to Umbar. From one of his travels to the south he brought with him a young Southron slave named Zuabwhan. Eventually Beloan was to be born from her and not from Delchar’s wife Zinial.

Even though Zinial insisted that the slave and the newborn should be out from their household, Delchar never gave in to the demands of his wife. The athmosphere in the family got so tense that in the end Delchar had to take Zuabwhan and Beloan with to his travels as he didn’t dare to leave them alone with Zinial and the villagers backing her.

Delchar died in an accident when Beloan was only 11-years old. After Delchar’s death Zinial drove Zuabwhan and Beloan out from her home and they fled back to south to the village where Zuabwhan had been born just north of Umbar. Nothing seemed to be easy to them as back there Zuabwhan was called a Gondorian whore and both of them were despised.

During his childhood Beloan had learned a considerable amount of skills while following his father. So he knew how to count and write, how to keep accounts, a thing or two about logistics, seafaring and shipping, haggling, of relative value of things etc.

Although people generally scorned Zuabwhan and her son the village-traders soon realised Beloan’s potential and started hiring him to little tasks here and there so that soon he was able to provide income to them both. Had the war not come Beloan might have had a bright future in trade.

In the village he befriended himself with a boy two years older than him called Khamir. They were both strong individuals who had had to struggle for their place in this world from very early age on, although from very different backgrounds, and they recognised that strength in each other quite immediately. So despite the initial contempt of other boys they got to be close friends and soon became the kings of the gang: Khamir leading with his charisma and idealism, Beloan aiding him with his wits and skills.

When the war was becoming imminent the two boys and their gang swore that they would not fight for Mordor or for Gondor but only for their friends and kinsmen. The Haradrim who passed the village on their way to Mordor captured most of them from a tip of Khamir’s father and were taken to a slave camp in Mordor.

The escape from the slave-camp they designed and orchestrated together. Like in the early years, Beloan still is more the brains and Khamir more the brawns, but each is a good combination of the two. Since Khamir has of late become incapable as a leader, Beloan has somewhat filled his place.
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Last edited by piosenniel; 02-26-2007 at 12:15 AM.
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