[*Varda*]

Character Description Form:
Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES – An Audience with the King, Castle Maladil, Ride to the Dark Side, Sailing Away, In War, Corsairs and Corsets.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES– The White Horse

NAME: Therin

AGE: 85

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS : A sturdy axe he has had for the past 30 years, having accumulated several notches on the blade. He also carries a small knife, but uses this more for eating than for any fighting purpose.

APPEARANCE: A rough, red-brown beard reaching down to his waist, typically with two plaits in the middle. Bald on top, the hair around his head reaches his shoulders. He has two twinkling brown eyes, and a slightly crooked nose. He is 4ft 9” in height. When working, he is usually found wearing worn leather clothing, although from time to time, he will wear his metal armour.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He takes great pride in the work he does, as a stonewright. He doesn’t take criticism well, but on the whole is a kind dwarf, friendly, and eager to get along with others, as long as they keep on his good side. Fighting is not one of his strengths, as he is a craftsman at heart, but he is handy with his axe in times of trouble, although some have argued that this is more due to his penchant for swinging his axe around madly, rather than learning the skills – he is bound to hit a foe at some point.

HISTORY: He has lived all 85 years of his life in the Blue Mountains, continually working on the halls of the dwarves with his craftsmen friends, always striving to improve on his work. He had an uneventful life, his father teaching him his trade, and a few pointers on how to wield an axe, should he ever need to. Therin has not seen much fighting – he remained largely untroubled by the events of the War of the Ring, only seeing one or two orc attacks during it. Seeing one of his friends fall during a battle, Therin strives to protect his companions in battle, always feeling he could have done more to save his friend.
After the war, becoming tired of the Blue Mountains, and longing to find new places to show his craft, he jumped at the chance to help to establish the new city in Arnor.

FIRST POST:

Therin stood by the lakeside, watching the stars disappear in the sky above as the glow of the morning sun began to rise above them. The camp was quiet – most of the settlers appeared to be sound asleep, having gone to bed in surprisingly good spirits considering the long journey they must have had from Gondor. Aside from the odd man striding through the camp, there was little movement.

The dwarf was not in a mood to sleep longer, as he watched the pale light of the rising sun reflect upon the still waters of Lake Evendim. Imagine – soon this would be a city, not simply a circle of tents. Hills rose around them, the sun casting light on them. Therin had thought them cold and dark the night before, his mind filled with the stories of the Hillmen.

A ranger had told Therin the night before of the Hillmen who lived in this region – ominous tales, of how they were the enemies of the Dunedain, and had been known to be associated with the Witch-King. Therin sincerely hoped they would not stir up trouble – there so many families here, hoping for a new start, a new life. And Therin wanted a change from the daily life of the Blue Mountains. No Hillmen were turning him out of Arnor, he grumpily said to himself. He’d cut them down with his axe first, patting it as it lay beside him.

Slowly, the camp began to come to life. Children eagerly poked their heads out of their tents, running around in the cool morning air, feet soaked with dew, anxious to explore their new surroundings. Mothers started wood fires to make the breakfast, and every now and then, a Ranger would go through the camp, speaking to the settlers. Therin beamed at the children running past him, as they slowed down to stare at this strange, short figure sitting by a small fire, cooking his breakfast of a rabbit he had caught earlier. He was foreign to them, as many had heard of dwarves, but never seen one in the flesh. Therin chuckled to himself as their mouths opened in surprise, before realising their manners and scurrying off in the opposite direction. This would surely be an enjoyable place to live.