Since I have already posted for Lithor, and some have already begun to write about his character, I decided to make a character bio for him. Although I will not be writing for him nearly as often as Erbrand, he will be in some of my posts from now on. This is just some information so that he's not known as that random guard that Erbrand hangs out with.
NAME: Lithor
AGE: 49
GENDER: Male
RACE: Rohirrim
WHERE FROM: In a tiny village somewhere in the west Wold.
APPEARANCE: Stands at 6'2 feet tall. He has a thick build, but the most impressive feature of him that stands out are his broad shoulders. He has a nest of thick white hair covering his face; this mixed with his cheerful complexion gives him a grandfatherly appearance.
PERSONALITY: Lithor is a strong hard man, yet he is always laughing, except for when he is thinking, and loves having a good time; quite giddy when excited and is constantly cracking jokes. He loves to tutor those younger or more inexperienced then himself and is not afraid to have his opinion known. He sees things in black and white and has little tolerance for philosophical speech. If he were to be described in a few words it would be this: he's a people person.
STRENGTHS: He lives by a strict code of chivalry and is always the first to volunteer. A strong body and sharp wits when it comes to fighting. Optimistic about the future, especially his, and does his best to help others get what they need.
WEAKNESSES: Arrogance, he has a bloated opinion of himself.
HISTORY: Born to a poor family in the Wold and was one of seven children, due to this he learned to do without the comforts that money could buy. His family was always a happy and bore no grudges towards those who had more than they. He grew up slowly with maturity, but showed great integrity when he started excepting responsibility and decided to stay on and help his parents manage their farm. He was the main source of his parents well being and learned to ride and hunt in order to provide his family with their needs. However, when he was in his mid thirties, a sickness overtook many of the old and young in the town, his parents were among those that died.
Dissatisfied with life alone on the farm, he sold it for a cheap price took his bow and horse and joined the army. He soon showed his worth in battle and in leadership, usually by gaining the friendship of many men. Although he was respected by his comrades and superiors he turned down numerous opportunities to gain higher rank, preferring to wait and be assigned to a more quieter post. He got his wish a few years later when he became part of the garrison at Edoras. There he witnessed the declining of Theoden and the coming of the three hunters. He took part in the desperate struggle at Helm's Deep and of the valiant charge of the Rohirrim at the field of Pellenor.
When the the great war was over he was sent with a group of riders to make sure that the the Wild Men of Dunland would not rise up in rebellion. It was there that his superiors noticed his lack of boldness that had always been a part of his character. When confronted on this matter he simply replied that he had seen enough of killing and war and felt that he deserved a quieter post. Feeling that he would be little use to them now, they sent him to be a member of lord Eodwine's guard at Scarburg, in hopes that he would be of more use in a calmer environment.
Let me know if this is a bit too much. I had fun with this bio!
