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Tatharwen Narril
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Date Posted: 18:16:40 11/06/02 Wed
Author Host/IP: 12.228.127.158
.:|maiden rides in, head lifted to the wind, eyes radiant and proud. Her horse, midnight hued and fiery as the sunset halts sharply, tossing its head. The maiden sits the surprise easily, and once she calms her horse, she dismounts and goes to take care of her mount, dark green cloak whipping around her in the wind|:.
Dubbed: Tatharwen Narril (Tatha)
Years: Unknown
'Species': Of Men
Image: Tall and slender, with long bronze hair usually tied back, and dark teal colored eyes. Wears usually a dark green hunting cloak and servicable clothes for riding and roaming the woods.
Persona: Strong willed and free, she is proud and defiant, challenging and desiscive. She is solitary, but works well with others in tight positions. She is always the last one standing in a battle, and she makes sure of it. Her fighting and tracking skills are beyond compare, and her riing skills are the same.
History: Abandoned in a shop of Gondor, the shopkeeper found her and raised her. But she grew sisk of the sity and it's confinements. She ran away, seeking forests. She found them near Rohan, where she stayed for a long time. There is where she learned all her skills, fighting, tracking, surviving in the wild, and horsemanship. She went north to become a Ranger.
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