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Old 03-04-2004, 02:09 AM   #12
Regin Hardhammer
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Alak,

Any chance I can join as the father in the Harfoot family? I couldn't fill in the names of the wife, kids, and grandfather/mother so I left those spots blank.

Is this alright? I'll be glad to change anything you'd like me to.

Regin Hardhammer

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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – NO - Which one?

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? Zero

List them, please: n/a

Please note you may play in only 3 games at one time.


3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? Green Dragon as the dwarf Regin

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Profile - Adult Harfoot:

NAME: Harold Chubb

AGE: 61

RACE: Hobbit - Harfoot

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS :

Harold doesn't own a bow or sword. But he does have several farm tools that could double as weapons. These include a dagger he normally uses for cleaning fish and performing other farm chores, plus a scythe with a wooden handle and a sharp metal blade to harvest the grain. However, his greatest treasure is a slingshot he's had since childhood. He is a crack shot with it and can knock a crow off a fencepost from half a field away, something he's frequently had to do to keep his vegetables safe. Still, Harold doesn't see himself as a warrior. and it will be a big jump for him to start thinking that way.

APPEARANCE: Nut brown skin with dark brown eyes and shoulder length curly auburn hair. Hands tough with calluses from many years of hard work. About 3 feet, six inches tall.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

Harold is a prudent Hobbit and a hard worker. He knows a great deal about land, how to grow crops, and raise farm animals. His pride and joy is his cow Buttercup whom he plans to take on the trip, along with two goats, two chickens, and his pony Brandy who will pull the family's small cart. (The family will have quite a menagerie!) His practical instinct tells him that the eggs and milk could be valuable on the trail with so many small children coming too. Plus, his Fallohide neighbors are so wrapped up in grand dreams of adventure they might forget practical things like that.

Harold is proud of his reputation as a good farmer, and normally respects his master by going along with most of his suggestions. However, he now finds himself in the unusual position of questioning the Whitfoot's wisdom because he feels the trip might be too dangerous for his family. Normally a mild- mannered Hobbit, he will become very protective of his family if he feels they are threatened. For the first time in his life, by going on this journey, Harold won't be able to rely on old ways of doing things and will need to learn to think for himself. That won't be easy for him, but it could be interesting.

Harold can be shy and earnest with outsiders, but relaxes when among friends and family. He enjoys a good pipe and a funny story as much as the next Hobbit and has been known to pull a practical joke or two. However, Harold takes his role as head of the Chubb family very seriously -- in fact so seriously that sometimes he tries to make everyone's decisions for them, much to their frustration!

HISTORY:

Born in Bree, Harold has never known any other place. He grew up in a poor family. As a boy, he had dreams of going higher in life, but since his marriage to his wife and now that he has two children, he has settled down and become very obedient and cautious. This may change a bit during the trip. The Whitfoots may not feel totally comfortable with that change.

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Harold Chubb sat in his oaken rocking chair stubbornly staring into the fire and feeling a little frightened. He was proud of his simple home, a snug two-room burrow in the village of Staddle that lay on the outskirts of Bree. The rooms were small but tidy, and at night the four of them would squeeze together in the family room, leaving the bedroom for the elderly ___________. Things were tight, but it was a warm and cozy place and he hated the thought of leaving it.

As he mulled over what Marcho and Blanco had said at the meeting, he wasn't sure what he should do. A prudent Hobbit, Harold saw little advantage in leaving Bree to go off on some wild adventure. The White Downs and the journey to get there seemed like an outlandish idea that could only lead to disaster.

All his life Harold had lived near Bree, working on a piece of land that was owned by the Whitfoots, a prominent Fallohide family. He had no real desire to leave. Sadly, however, there didn't seem to be much of a choice: if the Whitfoots left, he would have to go with them, for the Big Folk who bought the land had announced their intention to erect a large mill and stable that would leave no room for Harold and his beloved vegetable patch.

Yet the prospect of leaving everything behind did not make him happy. The place they were going probably didn't even have a good Inn like the Prancing Pony, where there was close comradeship and mugs of ale available for a modest penny or two. And what about the safety of his family? Would Grandfather/Grandmother_________ survive the hard journey? Who knows what hardships they might run into on the road?

With mounting apprehension, Harold realized he didn't even own a real weapon such as a sword or a bow. With the dangers of the wilderness soon approaching, he would need something to protect his family. He could not be a master swordsman or archer as some of the Fallohides were. But he did have some practical implements and tools that he used in everyday life: a sharp dagger for chores on the farm; a scythe for cutting grain, and, a fine slingshot used to disperse crows that had gathered too close to his crops. In the absence of proper weapons, perhaps he could use these to defend his wife and children.

With a sigh of resignation, Harold called out to his wife to make sure the young ones brought warm clothes, and reminded her to pack a bag of feed for the chickens. Then he went outside to recheck the wheels on his cart.

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