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Hilde Bracegirdle · 12-28-2003, 08:55 AM

I hope that this character is acceptable for a rebel SC, and my apologies for delay.
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Name: Surinen

Age: 24

Race: Man of the Maenwaith, Eagle Clan

Gender: Male

Appearance & Weapons:
When placed next to those of more distant lands, Surinen is by no means an imposing figure. He appears slight and wiry, at perhaps 5’ 7” tall.

Most often found wondering among the flocks with lance in hand, dressed in a long light shirt and loose breeches with an intricately woven belt at his waist, he looks as if he might be a Haradrim shepherd. An ornate curved dagger on a woven woolen cord is swung across one shoulder, and on the other a light grey shawl. But on closer inspection one will find that his serious expression will easily melt into a ready smile, his dark eyes that appear black and shining, edged with traces of a more merry nature. Thick black hair ending in ringlets above his shoulders and a scant beard edge the boundaries of a warmly toned face with its toothy grin.

Strengths:
Kind hearted and self-reliant, Surinen is an agile tracker as well as an excellent guard.

Weaknesses:
Pessimistic at heart, he has a penchant for worrying, and will rigorously avoid getting involved in disputes, though he will rush without thought to help a friend or to fight against what he perceives as dangerous or evil. He is critical of misbehavior, but does not harbor ill feelings.

Personality:
Although Surinen always appears to be in good spirits he is actually cynical, dividing those he knows into the categories of friends and potential opponents, but to those he deems friends he remains devoted. He is wary of strangers, remaining aloof though seemingly cheerful and hospitable as dictated by the severe conditions of life in the desert.

History:
The occupants of Surinen’s tent consist of his aging father Dinsûl and elder sister Mîrya, and it is under their care that he remained, his mother having succumbed to the harsh conditions leading up to the War of the Ring.

Surinen has always been close to his father, who for many a year has been a bread maker for the surrounding families. At a very young age, sitting at his father’s feet, Surinen would pour fistfuls of grain his sister had cleaned into the center of the small grinding stones as his father crushed them into a fine warm flour for that day’s work. Then the women would begin arriving, bringing with them water and sometimes herbs or spices to be included in their families portion, they would pinch young Surinen’s cheeks telling Dinsûl what a handsome and helpful son he had, while Mîrya would laughingly refer to him as the fine young pup who sat at her father’s feet. At this Dinsûl would smile and stroking his son’s hair remark that he could have no more faithful a child than this, who would suffer such indignity at the hands of women to help his father at work.

As he become older his responsibilities grew as well as his disapproval of his sister. For she considered him old fashioned and boring and grew jealous of her father’s affections, while Surinen viewed her as vain and reckless. One evening as they sat outside the opening of their tent, Surinen felt peculiar and began pacing as he listened to his sister once again complaining that she hadn’t any red color or blue as she sat weaving a new yoke for her dress. As he watched her hands gesturing with pronounced elegance punctuating her tired singsong laments he began to feel angry and strangely alert. Catching sight of his stare Mîrya dropped her shuttle and changing rapidly into a desert lark flew away to perch in a safer setting. Startled, Surinen found that he had indeed become a dog, and baring his teeth had been threatening his sister.

Dinsûl banished Surinen for a time after that, and he spent his evenings out guarding the flocks, learning to control this form he had taken. Only when he had gained mastery of it was he allowed back with the promise that he would not harm any under his father’s protection. And for many years he kept this oath.

But one day after drawing water for the animals, he had overheard his sister telling Dinsûl of a caravan she had seen. And urging him to join it, she pleaded with him that they might leave Surinen and the rest of the Eagle clan, to go to the city and live more easily as was the Great Wrym's desire. As she left the tent, Surinen rushed at her and chased her flying form, guarding for many days against her return. When next he entered his father’s tent Surinen knelt and bowed low before his father’s feet and then standing up he presented him a single feather from a lark.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:29 PM December 28, 2003: Message edited by: Hilde Bracegirdle ]

12-28-2003, 08:55 AM	#19
Hilde Bracegirdle Relic of Wandering Days Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: You'll See Perpetual Change. Posts: 1,488	I hope that this character is acceptable for a rebel SC, and my apologies for delay. -------------------------------------------- Name: Surinen Age: 24 Race: Man of the Maenwaith, Eagle Clan Gender: Male Appearance & Weapons: When placed next to those of more distant lands, Surinen is by no means an imposing figure. He appears slight and wiry, at perhaps 5’ 7” tall. Most often found wondering among the flocks with lance in hand, dressed in a long light shirt and loose breeches with an intricately woven belt at his waist, he looks as if he might be a Haradrim shepherd. An ornate curved dagger on a woven woolen cord is swung across one shoulder, and on the other a light grey shawl. But on closer inspection one will find that his serious expression will easily melt into a ready smile, his dark eyes that appear black and shining, edged with traces of a more merry nature. Thick black hair ending in ringlets above his shoulders and a scant beard edge the boundaries of a warmly toned face with its toothy grin. Strengths: Kind hearted and self-reliant, Surinen is an agile tracker as well as an excellent guard. Weaknesses: Pessimistic at heart, he has a penchant for worrying, and will rigorously avoid getting involved in disputes, though he will rush without thought to help a friend or to fight against what he perceives as dangerous or evil. He is critical of misbehavior, but does not harbor ill feelings. Personality: Although Surinen always appears to be in good spirits he is actually cynical, dividing those he knows into the categories of friends and potential opponents, but to those he deems friends he remains devoted. He is wary of strangers, remaining aloof though seemingly cheerful and hospitable as dictated by the severe conditions of life in the desert. History: The occupants of Surinen’s tent consist of his aging father Dinsûl and elder sister Mîrya, and it is under their care that he remained, his mother having succumbed to the harsh conditions leading up to the War of the Ring. Surinen has always been close to his father, who for many a year has been a bread maker for the surrounding families. At a very young age, sitting at his father’s feet, Surinen would pour fistfuls of grain his sister had cleaned into the center of the small grinding stones as his father crushed them into a fine warm flour for that day’s work. Then the women would begin arriving, bringing with them water and sometimes herbs or spices to be included in their families portion, they would pinch young Surinen’s cheeks telling Dinsûl what a handsome and helpful son he had, while Mîrya would laughingly refer to him as the fine young pup who sat at her father’s feet. At this Dinsûl would smile and stroking his son’s hair remark that he could have no more faithful a child than this, who would suffer such indignity at the hands of women to help his father at work. As he become older his responsibilities grew as well as his disapproval of his sister. For she considered him old fashioned and boring and grew jealous of her father’s affections, while Surinen viewed her as vain and reckless. One evening as they sat outside the opening of their tent, Surinen felt peculiar and began pacing as he listened to his sister once again complaining that she hadn’t any red color or blue as she sat weaving a new yoke for her dress. As he watched her hands gesturing with pronounced elegance punctuating her tired singsong laments he began to feel angry and strangely alert. Catching sight of his stare Mîrya dropped her shuttle and changing rapidly into a desert lark flew away to perch in a safer setting. Startled, Surinen found that he had indeed become a dog, and baring his teeth had been threatening his sister. Dinsûl banished Surinen for a time after that, and he spent his evenings out guarding the flocks, learning to control this form he had taken. Only when he had gained mastery of it was he allowed back with the promise that he would not harm any under his father’s protection. And for many years he kept this oath. But one day after drawing water for the animals, he had overheard his sister telling Dinsûl of a caravan she had seen. And urging him to join it, she pleaded with him that they might leave Surinen and the rest of the Eagle clan, to go to the city and live more easily as was the Great Wrym's desire. As she left the tent, Surinen rushed at her and chased her flying form, guarding for many days against her return. When next he entered his father’s tent Surinen knelt and bowed low before his father’s feet and then standing up he presented him a single feather from a lark. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:29 PM December 28, 2003: Message edited by: Hilde Bracegirdle ]