Weapon of Choice: Short Staff, Battle Ax, Dagger
Age: Early middle age, exact age unknown
Appearance: long, dark brown hair usually tied back in a messy bun, warm brown eyes, weathered face from years of travel, early middle-age
Characteristics: Steady, easy-going and grounded, she is diplomatic and not easily angered. She is very wise, mysterious and maternal, but despite this she can be very sarcastic. She also has a habit of disappearing for days at a time to gather ingredients for her magics.
Skills: Fjorgyn is very diplomatic, but is an unequaled fighter especially with her preferred weapons. She is also well learned in herb lore, and is highly skilled in earth magic
Weaknesses: She suffers from a crippling fear of heights to the extent that she will not even ride a horse unless it is a matter of life and death, and her bluntness and outspokenness frequently get her in trouble with those that don't know her
Prologue: Little is known about Fjorgyn's past except that she has been traveling since she was very young. She is often seen as a 'walking contradiction' because, although she generally tries to find diplomatic solutions to problems, she never runs from battle and is an unequaled fighter. It has often been speculated that she was once a soldier, but no one is sure.
Name: Eámanë Amdíriel Helyanwë
Race: Elf (Noldor)
Home: Wherever my feet take me.
Physical Appearance: 180 cm (5’ 11”) tall, with a trim physique. Eámanë has
dark brownish red, waist-length hair and green eyes.
Wears: A shirt of Mithral under earth-toned tunics, brown or green leggings, and
forest green boots.
Skills: Most survival skills needed to stay alive on the road or in the forest.
Weapons: Quite good with either a sword or bow. She still has the sword she
used at Dagorlad. Her bow was a gift from the Lord and Lady of Lórien.
Language: Sindarin, Westron, Common Tongue
Prologue: I was born in 1216 SA and raised in the Kingdom of Lórien, daughter of Amdír, the king.
In 3434 SA I fought alongside my father and Gil-Galad at Dagorlad. That was the darkest day of my life. My father, my teacher, my friend, fell in battle. For many lifetimes of Men I wandered aimlessly, trying to escape the overwhelming grief I felt.
Since the day I came to terms with my grief I have wandered the paths of Arda seeking solitude, and helping where needed. My company and my council are my own, venturing into villages or towns only when I must. Most of my time has been spent in the south watching for movement by those that pay allegiance to the dark lord.
My skills with the bow and the sword are good, having kept me alive on many occasions. I count myself lucky to have been taught these skills by my father when I was a very young Elf, skills that were honed in battle and many years on the road.
There are two indulgences that I allow myself only rarely, when I can let my guard down. That is to enjoy a goblet of wine and a good book.
I am Eámanë Amdíriel Helyanwë and this is my story.
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