<div align="center">(http://img696.imageshack.us/img696/4135/4265477697690.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Lethran Pelläerhil<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 32<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Man of Gondor.<br/><br/><strong>Height</strong>: 6'2<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 188 lbs.<br/><strong>Eye Color</strong>: Steel grey.<br/><strong>Hair Color</strong>: Dirty Blonde.<br/><strong>General Appearance</strong>: A well-muscled man of 32. A tattoo, representing his services in a particularly honored unit of the Gondor military, adorns his neck.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong>: One bow, a dagger, and a short sword.<br/><strong>Special Skills</strong>: Lethran's combat strategies rely mainly on his ability to take advantage of the speed allowed by a short sword. His combination of swift moves, clever parrying and counterattacking, as well as the surprising amount of strength behind his blows make him more than formidable. Underestimation is common among his foes, seeing as short swords are typically looked down upon in comparison to their much larger counterparts. The man is also fond of using a bow, though his skills in this area are rather average.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: A man of details and observation. His interests are simple and his desires are few. Though, he maintains a high level of intelligence. Very logical in his thought processes. Unfortunately, this leads to him being somewhat emotionally detached as his analytical mannerisms make him somewhat abrasive to most. The few that have gotten past this tough outer shell, though, have come to discover that the man is fraught with doubts and worries and a yearn to love.<br/><strong>History</strong>: Lethran was born in Southern Gondor, many miles from the capital city of Minas Tirith. He was raised in a small, nameless village and spent most of his time in the processes of farming, herding, and other duties required of those who live off the land. This simple life was short lived, seeing as roving bands of orcs from Mordor were prone to plundering these most empty lands between the two metropolitan areas of Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth. In one such attack, his family was slaughtered, save his sister. The pair of them were whisked off to Minas Tirith to relative safety. Here, Lethran thrived. His new found vigor for combat made him perfect for an apprentice ship with the soldiers of Gondor. Years passed and his skills only increased. During a visit with his sister to Esgaroth, his sister was tragically killed in a goblin raid. This was the proverbial nail in the coffin, pushing Lethran to become a career military man. And so he did, spending his years in combat or training for combat. However, shortly after his 30th year, the man suddenly retired. His yearning for violence suddenly ended and he quickly left the city to begin a life once again living off the land at the feet of the Misty Mountains.