[piosenniel]

KIDNAPPER, JAILOR, MINIONS


Taralphiel's character -- Kidnapper

NAME: Sorn

AGE: around 40

RACE: Human, Rohirric noble.

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A finely crafted long sword is his weapon of choice, though it is too bulky for some settings. He has two concealed daggers – one in his left boot, and one under his vest.

APPEARANCE: Sorn is a tall and strong in stature. His shoulder length hair is neatly kept, and mostly hidden under a long, dark hood. Sorn is comfortable in finer clothing, but when we first meet him he is in neat riding gear – a brown leather vest over a long shirt, with grey riding pants and thick boots.

Sorn has a simple but not overly handsome face. His eyes are unusually dark for a Rohirric noble, and it has been said that his soul can’t be seen in them.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Sorn is a naturally charming man, when he wishes to be. Being noble, he has an obvious air of confidence, which often turns into an ugly streak of arrogance. Sorn finds most comfort in his own company, and has been isolated in his hall for the last several years.

Sorn often does not see boundaries placed upon him by tradition or decorum. He is one known to ‘bend’ common rules of conduct, when the gain is high enough. His greatest weakness is his greed. Of late, his spending of his families assets have left him in need of a monetary boost. It is thus that Linduial gets caught up in his ambition to regain his wealth.

A more frightening side of his personality is his tendency to suddenly turn to an inconsolable rage. This destructive side of his nature subsides quickly, but often leaves much damage behind.

HISTORY: Sorn, born into nobility, lost his older brother and father in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. His mother died in the birth of his sister, Hild. He was then a sole heir of a healthy fortune, though it did not last. His pride was again struck when the Eorl married Lothiriel, as he suspected one of his family (particularly his sister, Hild) would have been a suitable match. From that point, he became isolated at his estate, foolishly spending his money. He became further detached when his last living relative, his sister, passed away.

Alone and suffering the loss of many years, Sorn began to plot a way to restore his house to the wealth he squandered, and to seek a small revenge on the people he is convinced robbed his family of their pride.

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Firefoot's character -- Jailor

NAME: Scyld

AGE: 25

RACE: Man - Rohirric

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: He is not much of a fighter but if necessary he can wield a pair of knives with reasonable proficiency. Much more dangerous is his mind, but very few if any realize this, as he keeps his intelligence as hidden as his knives.

APPEARANCE: Short dirty-blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, passive expression that rarely expresses his thoughts. Dresses plainly but certainly not shabbily. 5’11” tall, not particularly strong or athletic but rather thin.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: The only person that matters to Scyld is Scyld. He looks out for himself and takes care not to offend or cause wariness to anyone, whether because they could help or hurt him. He is very much an opportunist and can think quickly. However, he is rarely impulsive and only takes risks when he feels confident that it will work out well for him. He lies easily but is honest whenever he can be. He is very intelligent and has an ear for information of all sorts; he would make an ideal spy if anyone ever found out his talents, but he is careful to keep this hidden behind apparent subservience and only average intelligence.

HISTORY: Scyld was born the fifth child to an already struggling family of middling rank. Most of their remaining wealth was lost in the War of the Ring, and in the following years, Scyld’s father amassed a debt to Sorn that he was unable to pay. In place of cash, the twelve-year-old Scyld was contracted to work ten years in Sorn’s service, after which Scyld would be free to do as he wished and Sorn would consider the debt paid.

Initially confused and resentful, Scyld soon learned to make the best of his situation. He learned a wide variety of skills in Sorn’s household, and to learning he devoted himself – not only about his new skills, but also to finding out as much as possible about Sorn and anything else that might eventually prove useful to him. Gathering information became his hobby. But by always obeying Sorn’s commands to the letter and always behaving subserviently and never showing outstanding intelligence, he came to be trusted by Sorn, although Scyld took care never to get too close to his volatile master. Nor did he ever grow to love him, and if better opportunity presented itself to Scyld, he would without reservations or regrets stab Sorn in the back (literally or figuratively) and take it, and for such an opportunity he always watched, although to this point he has never proved anything but trustworthy. When his ten years ran out, he elected to stay with Sorn at least for a time while figuring out what he wanted to do next.

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Anguirel's character -- minion

NAME: Gurth

AGE: 23

RACE: Human (Rohirric)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Gurth carries a huge cudgel of oaken wood in his right hand. But he has been known to kill with the blow of his left fist alone.

APPEARANCE: Gurth is, in theory, the model of a Rohirric figure-goldenheaded and blue eyed, staggering tall-only a few inches short of seven feet-and broad shouldered. His frame seems forged of contorted muscle, lean and powerful. But the look in his face is disconcerting. The eyes show scarce emotion, the smile is more of a grimace, and the mouth drools in moments of extreme wrath.

Since taking up employment with Lord Sorn, Gurth is well kitted out, and his garb would mark him out as a freeman, were it not for its colour-pale yellows and greens, the motley coat of an idiot. Gurth wears no armour, and probably needs none.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Gurth’s personality is somewhat difficult to discern, in the way that it is challenging to analyse the personality of a bull. He speaks little, and in a slurred, unsteady voice. He probably knows few words save “Master”, “Sorn”, “Gurth”, “drink”, “smash”, and “Grendel”-the name of his beloved wolf-mastiff. Gurth is terrifying in a fight, where he moves with unfeasible swiftness and deftness of foot, and has no idea what is meant by fear. Besides, Grendel usually battles alongside his keeper.

HISTORY: Gurth’s mother Gythu was said to be overjoyed to have given birth to such a handsome, large, splendid baby. When he killed a mad dog with his fist shortly after his birth, she decided to call him Helm. It would prove an ill choice. As the years went by, Helm was as mute as ever, but grew more violent. One day he threw his mother from the roof of their farmstead and wandered off, slaying any who did not flee from him.

Known as a dangerous madman, Gurth, as he was now named, largely in scorn, was often placated with strong drink, which he was unused to and made him quickly fall asleep. Developing a taste for it, he would break into houses to find mead, though he preferred still stronger draughts. A drunken, filthy idiot, he was among the lowest of the low.

This changed when he saved the wolf-mastiff mongrel Grendel from a man-at-arms who had been detailed to kill it. The two mad, kicked, abused giants became fast friends. The height of his fortunes came when Sorn, riding to hunt, admired the bestial splendour of dog and man, and persuaded them to enter his keep in return for regular supplies of mead and ale. Gurth was arrayed as a fool under a noble’s protection, and served as a fearsome watchman and henchman, blindly loyal.

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Alcarillo's characters -- minion/minion's girlfriend

NAME: Osfrid

AGE: 48

RACE: Human, Rohirric

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Osfrid carries a long knife hidden in his jacket, but he rarely uses it, and prefers to pummel people with his fists.

APPEARANCE: Osfrid is of average height, with a strong and sturdy build. He has long blond hair, reaching down to his shoulders in thick locks. He has a big blond mustache, and blue eyes. He tends to smile a lot, especially when meeting new people, and his back is always straight and his head held high. He always wears a big, brown coat and tall black boots.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Osfrid's a friendly fellow. He loves to surround himself with people and be the center of attention, and he charms many people with just a handshake and a smile. He lacks arrogance or pride, which Osfrid knows are dangerous, and this is why people like him so much. But this not to gain friends. This is how he performs his mischief. With his friendliness, he can convince mostly anybody of mostly anything. He can tell a straight lie, and if he smiles enough, he can swindle anything.

Osfrid's one weakness is for women. He loves to chase after them and lure them away to accompany him on his adventures. Every few months or so he has a new lady friend. The latest is a Gondorian woman out of Anorien, named Muriel. Osfrid insists on bringing his women everywhere with him, and loves to spoil them with gifts.

Osfrid thinks of himself as a gentleman thief, and would take insults about his profession very personally. Many brawls he's fought have began that way. Sometimes he thinks that people like Sorn have given the profession a bad name, and he would like to see more chivalrous behavior out of all criminals.

HISTORY: Osfrid was born into a wealthy land-owning family, with a large estate out in eastern Rohan. He had two brothers and a sister, but they never got along. His family always looked down a tad bit on Osfrid for mingling with the lower classes, but Osfrid just considered his family foolish. He stole from his siblings often. In Osfrid's mind, they didn't deserve the money. He even stole small belongings, and soon his sister and brothers banned him from all of the family parties. He still tried to sneak in.

When the parents died, Osfrid received an exact fourth of their money, though his siblings always disagreed with their parents' decision. The house went to Osfrid's brothers, and he was kicked out. Osfrid wandered to the eorl of the East-Emnet, and took refuge at the mead hall there, but he left after the eorl had discovered that somebody was stealing his coin every night. He wandered here and there, finally settling in a tiny village. He began a small mercantile business between the villages in the area and for a time was prosperous. But he was chased out of the village after a few years by competing tradesmen, saying he was using unethical practices. True, he was, and he gathered his possessions and hit the road.

He moved from town to town, staying in each only a few days. He had a "lady friend" in each town, too, to have an extra seat for him at the dinner-table should he stop by. He mostly made his money by swindling it out of those he met on his journeys. He would never stoop to begging. And when he failed to swindle coin out of some wise man, he just dipped a tiny bit into his savings, which he had deposited across the towns of the Eastfolde in safe and secret locations. Sometimes he took an odd job here or there.

He met Sorn during these travels, and the two became partners-in-crime, each calling upon the other whenever one had a grand scheme in mind, such as the kidnapping of Linduial.

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NAME: Muriel

AGE: 25-ish

RACE: Human, of Rohirric and Gondorian ancestry

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None.

APPEARANCE: Muriel is tall and skinny, with pale skin and long black hair, though she usually ties it into a tight little bun. She usually wears a black dress, and lots of cheap jewelry Osfrid's given to her. She usually wears a pouty, helpless expression on her face.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Muriel loves to be spoiled. She loves every gift her beloved Osfrid gives her, everything from individual flowers to "diamond" necklaces. She is quiet, and clingy to Osfrid, and hates it when he ignores her.

She is ingenuous, too. She likes to think she's a princess, but she knows nothing about the stately manners and businesses of true princesses. She dislikes not being taken seriously.

HISTORY: Muriel's family lived on a tiny farm in Anórien, outside of Rohan's borders. She was sent into Rohan one day to deliver a message to her cousin. She was accompanied by her brother. He would've been sent alone, but he was lame and couldn't ride well. That is why Muriel was sent along. Once they reached the village, Muriel met Osfrid, the man of her dreams, at the inn she stayed at. He swept her away, with only a short good-bye to her brother, and Muriel was off on the adventure she had always dreamed of.

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