User:HRob17/Hrobryt
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| Hrobryt | |
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| Knights of Rushingdale | |
| World: | Brandywine |
| Vocation: | Historian |
| Class: | Minstrel |
| Race: | Race of Man |
| Region: | Dale-Lands |
| Age: | 25 |
| Height: | 6'5" |
| Sex: | Male |
| Skin: | White |
| Hair: | Brownish-Blonde |
| Eye: | Blue |
Description
Physical Description: Standing tall in the faces of the enemy, Hrobryt lives as a symbol for hope in Middle-Earth. His brownish-blonde hair sits atop his head and frequently flies in the breeze when he rides his War-Steed Madrigal. His many outfits represent clothing he has received for acts of valor in areas from Middle-Earth such as: Moria, Dunland, Rohan, Helegrod, and many more.
Personality Description: Always the optimist, Hrobryt keeps his fellows positive with inspirational ballads of heroes both past and present. He is known for his witty personality and his affinity for timely humor. Once, when roaming the fields with his brothers and sisters of the Knights of Rushingdale, he told a funny story. He cannot remember what it was about, but it was funny.
Bio
Growing up in the rebuilt Dale-Lands after the fall of Smaug the Golden, Hrobryt found solace in the comforting tones of music. He joined a traveling band of minstrels from Dale who planned on visiting Greenwood the Great to give a concert for Thranduil and Legolas. On the way, their troupe was ambushed by orcs, and all save Hrobryt were slaughtered. He was only able to escape because, just when the biggest orc was closing in on him, he shouted a cry and felt in that shout something he had never felt before. He would later learn that, as a Minstrel of great prowess, he had invoked Elbereth in his yell and thus caused the orc to flee. Through a series of events too lengthy to print here, he made it to the small village of Archet outside of Bree, where he learned of a dark power rising in Northern Eriador...
Friends and Enemies
Friends:
- Knights of Rushingdale
- Eorlus
- Jessryiel
- Oweel
- Scrimtyr
- Gatomalo
- Danhalo
- Ultramag
- Calenglad the Ranger
- Gentlefolk everywhere
- Anyone who loves a good story
Enemies:
- Evil men
- Orcs
- Goblins
- Other servants of the Enemy
Gossip
(Taken from a conversation in Bree-town)
Bree Villager: Hello Hrobryt! Do you have any new songs today?
Hrobryt: Well...I believe I can give you what you seek!
There once was a hobbit of Bree who grew to be tall as a tree. He laughed and he joked; he drank and he smoked, and rode on a pony named Smee.
Now Smee was a rowdy ol' steed, but valiant in act and deed--
(It was at this point that the Cat Lady came out into the Scholar's Stair)
Cat Lady: Now you rowdy boys...you take your songs elsewhere! Me cats is tryin ta sleep in here, and I can't have them wakin for no song about no hobbit!
The two men ran away laughing, Hrobryt with his ever-present lute cackling all the way...
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