User:Angelnarth/Angelnarth

Angelnarth
Order of the Seven
World:	Laurelin
Vocation:	Armsman
Class:	Champion
Race:	Man
Region:	Imladris(Rivendell)
Age:	80
Height:	2,08m(6'10)
Sex:	Male
Skin:	white
Hair:	Black
Eye:	Dark Blue

Description

Physical Description: Angelnarth is a tall, fairly muscular man with a face and a body full of old scars.He has long, black hair which he wears long, and keeps clean at least when he can.He likes making them a pony-tail when he's fighting, to keep them off his face.His face, although having two long scars, obviously cuts that healed a long time ago, shows him to be no more than a man in his mid-twenties.His sparkling dark blues eyes,a sign of his noble origin,always show kindness to those who meet this man.From times to times Angelnarth grows a beard, because of him remaining to places where shaving isn't possible,but generally he prefers a small goatee on his jaw.He usually dresses in black, with a hood and a mask covering his face when he's travelling out in the open.Although a ranger of the north, he never wears the standard outfit.

Personality Description: As a man who's life went wrong many times, Angelnarth has developed some kind of sarcastic humor for himself over the years, as he thought that mourning days were over for him.He tries to confront any conversation and meeting with a smile, and it is rare for him to lose his temper.He's a man who cares and protects for the ones close to him, never afraid of putting his own life on the line.He obeys the laws of every places he comes to visit,yet he believes that no law should be messing with the people's lives.Having extended lifespan as a heir of Numenor,he has developted some experience in difficult situations, and also signs of wisdom. When he was asked about his own past, he answers with a warm smile:

"The scars you say? Well i got those while fighting with some big "fishes".I can still hear the crowd's cheers during that fight...no, it wasn't a fight i wanted to participate at all, but what choice did a slave really have? It made me the man that stands before you today.So don't be sad about it...for i am not."

Birth and Early life

The sky was cloudless and deep blue. The chirping of birds fluttering from tree branch to tree branch could be heard mingled with the sounds of a nearby waterfall and that of a newborn's first intake of breath bellowing out a displease cry.There upon a blanket of emerald green grass a baby boy was born.His father, Nadamir Mellow,a ranger of the north, yet not one of Numenor blood.And his mother,Lanthirwen Naurmeril Bragollach, the heir of a Gondorian noble family and one of Numenor blood.A forbidden love for those two,for Lanthirwen's parents would never let her marry a mere soldier.And yet, they gave birth to a child, Angelnarth. The family got away from the White city to live happy, and they lived happy for nine winters.The parents became farmers in a village nearby the borders of Gondor and Rohan, and Angelnarth grew into a fine boy,spending his days by reading books and exploring the nearby forests. Yet, his mother's simblings wouldn't let them in peace for much longer.One night, bandits attacked their farm.They killed Nadamir Mellow, the boy's father.They had strict orders by the Bragollach family, to take the boy's mother back and kill all the others.Yet, those bandits greed saved the boy's life.They sold him as a slave, along with many others in the land of Rhun. He would work in the copper mines of Rhun for the next 6 years.After that, he was taken and used once again as a fighter.A fighter for entertainment, of course.He had to enter the arena every day and fight for survival, in front of a crowd, including the local lords and slavers.

Life as a Fighter and the Escape

Life wasn't easy for the ring fighters in Rhun-Land.They lived in big cages all together,meaning 20 or 30 men in the same cage,without any protection from rain or the heat.Food for the fighters was meager, for most of them wouldn't make it alive for long enough to starve.Angelnarth though, made an exception out of most fighters.He wouldn't die that easily.After the slavers saw that no opponent from the Easterlings or any other slaves was a real match for him, his everyday matches would be against two, or even three enemies at once.In fact, Angelnarth didn't really care.He was determined to survive,to escape and live the rest of his life as a free man.

"Once again, i walk out of the ring alive.Another narrow escape for me, yet the day is mine.Another step from the last man, and that lance would have gone right through my neck.I have to admit it,these Easterlings know how to fight...even if it's always three on one.I should propably ask for another sword soon,for this one is so overused, it could break anytime and leave me bare- handed in the middle of the fight.I heard my next opponent is going to be some kind of mountain giant...well at least i won't have to kill another man for the moment.I have to be ready.After six winters in this cage, i think i am closer to freedom than ever."

And indeed, it seems like the Valar have finally smiled upon him.The next day, Angelnarth walks into the ring of death once again, this time to fight a different opponent.A cave troll.It was the first time Angelnarth has seen something like that in his whole life.For him, it was a chance for freedom.It was from the very first moment clear in his mind that if that huge beast were released of its chains, and with a little help from his side,it would easily go wild and make the whole place a real mess.The perfect opportunity for his great escape.

As he said later,

That thing was big.In fact, the biggest thing i had ever seen moving around, at least by that time.It seemed easy to make it angry.At least that's what i thought until i saw it handling a hammer.And it was bigger than a dwarf's average hammer, i must say. It rushed towards me with impressive speed,considering its size.It went for my head, i dodged it.I couldn't guard against that thing.All i could do is dodge and move.Some moments later, it bacame slower.All i had to do is tire it out a little more.Then strike,but not too hard.Making it angry would do it.After all, this fight wasn't about winning.Then,it swinged the hammer once again, trying to crush my body.I moved fast, and hurled my dagger between the troll's ribs, while it still hold the enormous hammer on the ground with both hands.After that, i left my dagger stuck in there and ran to the corner of the arena.The crowd went insane at once.They yelled at me to return back and finish it off.A strong cry from the wounded troll came to silence them.Even i was scared for a moment.The mountain troll grabbed my dagger, getting it out of its chest and threw it to the crowd.Fortunately, it didn't hit anyone,yet the people were terrified.Losing sight of me,the furious beast rushed to the people by the ring, trying to reach for them.By that time, everyone tried to escape in order to be saved.But seeing that the troll was reaching them,and the nearby guards also trying to save their own lives, some of the spectators climbed down of their seats, getting into the arena.After this unexpected turn of events, for both me and the slavers, i managed to mix up with the terrified crowd and escape the arena.I knew that if i got far away for that place, they wouldn't stand a chance finding me.And so i did.

The Hermit

This is me. The slave boy, heir of a Noble family whose heads never accepted him, and wanted him dead.A former captain of the Rangers.A wanderer, and a warrior alike

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