User:Chinesea/Garihir Chinesea Denalam
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| Garihir Chinesea Denalam | |
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| Knights of Gondor | |
| World: | Laurelin |
| Vocation: | Explorer |
| Class: | Champion |
| Race: | Man |
| Region: | Eriador |
| Age: | 27 |
| Height: | 5ft 11 in |
| Sex: | Male |
| Skin: | Very pale |
| Hair: | Natural Red |
| Eye: | Blue |
-Important Note-
Due to my often randomly changing views of everything in general... this is only an old version of Garihir's history, one which already in private roleplay has been rendered obselete. However, its still here for your enjoyment. Maybe it could help you get some ideas for your own characters or character pages. Who knows. Also... its never finished!
Description
Physical Description: Garihir is a pure blood Northman, of the line that never left the plains and forests of Rhovanion. His skin is pale from the cold weather of Daleland, and he would struggle with the heat if he where to go any further south than the edges of the white mountains. His hair is a natural red, which reaches down almost to his neck, and is untouched by comb or brush. His face is rough and has a large scar streching across his right cheak and up through his eyelid to his forehead. The rest of his body is thin with some muscles, which cannot be seen through his Hauberk. Despite this he is quite strong and resilient, and is able to move his long used weapons with practiced ease.
Personality Description: Oh noes! Not updated yet!
History
Pre 'Knights of Gondor' History
Garihir was born in a town far away from the mighty kingdoms of Gondor and Rohan, and in peace. He was born on an ordinary day. He had a normal star sign. No mysterious birth marks (his looked vaguely like a demented duck…). Nothing out of the ordinary. He grew up as any other young child, from helping on the farm to learning to write. His father was a town guardsman, a most trustworthy and helpful one at that. Garihir learnt a lot from watching his father work.
Like many of his age, he often fantasised about slaying dragons. Many a time he would spend his free time listening to tales and songs by minstrels. Tales of Lords of Men and Elves defeating evil, or falling in the face of many foes. Garihir was fascinated. He started to read. He was at first bored and sure that no-one could bear this for more than 5 minutes. But he eventually repented and read many books with increasing interest.
Somewhen between his 12th and 18th years, a terrible tradgedy befalled his family. His farm and family where burned down, leaving him to fend for himself on the streets. Normally this would have been a buried memory, but for Garihir something else happened. It wasn't apparent then, but its becoming so now.
By the time he reached his 18th year, he had decided to learn the art of war. Without a decent sword available in town, Garihir had to travel up river to Dale. Before his journey he had not known how big the world actually was. Now he was no longer Naïve, and he was filled with an unquestionable urge to explore the lands of Rhovânion and beyond. To find ancient elvish artefacts. To search for wonders of the ancient world.
Garihir found a sword, short, half blunt, grimy. It would do. Training was remarkably easy for him, and he learnt new skills with the books in Dale. Slash, Parry, Stab, he started to visit the barracks often. He would spar and train alongside the Dale Town Guard, they where all to willing to let him join in. They even, after several weeks, let him join. Alas it would not last. After a year of service his impatient desire for adventure took over and he left Dale.
His next decade took him across Rhovânion and beyond. He found items of great power and value. Explored caves unseen by man for centuries. Slew countless enemies of Men. But after a while the fun had started to fade. He began to hate camping out for year after year after year. He sold items only to keep his supplies up and equipment in shape, not for the luxuries he once enjoyed. He couldn’t face peaceful life, or another year of adventure. He needed an alternative, something in-between.
The opportunity came with a surprise invitation. A messenger clad in silver armour and a white tree in-crested breastplate came upon Garihirs camp at sunrise and gave him a letter from a ‘Lord of Men’. Following its instructions with interest, Garihir went south into Gondor. In Cair Andros he met his new band of brothers and sallied forth into Eriador as a Knight of Gondor (KOG).
Recent History
Garihir quickly became favoured in the eyes of the first Knight of Gondor (Talvas), and was quickly promoted to Lieutenant of Second Squad. He even came into such favour that he accompanied Talvas on his first visit to Eriador, as he planned and plotted. It was a few months afterwards that KOG finally based itself fully in Eriador, and like the others Garihir helped the locals and fought monsters, almost as second nature. He started to train his squad, meet with his peers in discussion, and make a good name for himself in the Prancing Pony. Things where looking up.
But the past has a habit of catching up with you. It had started when Garihir fainted for little apparent reason, babbling something incoherent. Again, a few days later a repeat of the incident happened. A third time, but this time the words where understood. 'Burning Farm'. When resuscitated, Garihir would seem somewhat familiar to the phrase, yet admit nothing. KOG was alerted properly to the problem when, during a major event, he collapsed and was out cold for half an hour.
The problem continued, and eventually led to a string of confrontations; first with Commander Arethor, who had stubbornness enough to force Garihir to form a pantomime of sorts; then with a friend Malbros, who ended up knocking out Garihir in the Old Forest; and finally with one of the members with his squad, who questioned and argued with Garihir until he cracked. After these events, Garihir simply vanished.
For a long time, near three months, he was away, until finally he returned to the Knights of Gondor. Since then, he seems to have solved his old problems, but generated plenty of new ones.
Now, after a succesion of events he has become the leader of the Knights of Gondor. His position of power thankfully puts his duty to the kinship at the forefront of his mind, and keeps other thoughts hidden. However, he cannot hold back forever and cracks are forming in his otherwise healthy existance. At the moment he has little to threaten him, well until he heard that Ician had returned. Ician, who had undeservedly seen Garihir at his most spiteful and cruel...
However, this was not the end of the matter. After a fight with Ician and a large series of complicated talks and arguments, Ician was allowed to join KoG. Not even Garihir is sure why, but soon Ician had been promoted to a Lieutenant, and things started to return to normal. Or, as normal as they can be, dispite the trial that had been called up and then abandoned.
It was reletivly quiet for a while, as the Knights trained and sharpened their skills. Soon Garihir became aware of, then involved in, a large marshalling of forces known as 'the Militia', which was set to head north and wipe out the orcs threatening Treastebridge and Esteldin. The idea was noble and brave, but a major catch in the plan for Garihir was its leader. Urien, Lord of Fanwater lead the militia, and he was to Garihir.. a rival of sorts. The only two major organised military forces in Eriador where the Knights of Gondor and the Northwind Free Company, and so they where naturally competative.
From this point onwards, excluding certain unfortunately bad roleplay scenarios (sorry Rand), is the accepted part of my history. I carefully include everything from now on into my current roleplay history, maybe making references to before this point. From here on out, things get complex and emotion based, with romance and pain, fighting and drinking, protection and abandonment. I guess the early days shaped some parts of Garihirs character, making him a solid slate for the tough times during and beyond Dol Dinen. But what happens next is much more important. So... you'll have to ask him in-game for this stuff. Mawhahaha.
Scars and Wounds
1
This wound, located just above his fringe, is a relic of the battle of Dol Dinen.
2
The most painful of his wounds, this wound shows where a hand dagger was pushed through the skin. It was not intended to be fatal, and more seemed to be a torture attack.. to cause pain and fear without killing. This wound stopped bleeding quickly, but it is likely to stay with him for the rest of his life. For this he wears a high 'scarf', and only takes it off in private (Or when wearing his Uniform, which conveniantly covers the gash).
3
This wound is located on the side of Garihirs neck, and unlike 2, this was intended to kill. It was thrown at range, medium range, and he was just able to step aside in time.It is also hidden with the 'scarf', but it is alot lighter than the wound at his throat, so is likely to heal in time. Not yet though, cause I like scaring people with it.
4
A crude cut, slightly deep, shows where a throwing knife disarmed Garihir. Coincidently... during the same fight as the wounds above where caused in, which Garihir was disarmed suprisingly quickly. It was caused by a throwing knife landing in his shoulder, and then being hastily removed. This has left him with not only a stab, but also a cut wound outwards.
5
The largest and deepest of the injuries, this wound was created by a long sword thrust though the chest. It is actually worse than the image suggests. The sword was thrust into his chest, and then slowly turned, causing the wound to grow larger and deeper. The wound was also poisoned, but only for a short while... as there always seem to be elven healers hanging around in the pony.
Friends and Enemies
Friends:
Isilwen
Araenion
Ician
Eluwyn
Eathor
Phorbaredun
Nemsyn
Oh noes! Not updated yet!
Enemies:
Yasaran (RIP)
Northwinds (in General)
Felrain (or whatever crazy thing he's turned into)
Oh noes! Not updated yet!
Comments
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