<hr/>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220428/ed661dc6a4f647cd789edc3ebfee1698.png)<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3e/a0/69/3ea0696cf58c1972da54d846de09b7e8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Warrior<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Noldorin Elf<br/><strong>Age:</strong>4,798<br/><strong>Age She Appears:</strong>At a glance he looks to be in his twenties. Upon closer inspection, his eyes look far older and there's a certain weariness within<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Language(s):</strong>Quenya, Sindarin, Westron<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Physical Appearance</span></strong></span></div><strong>Physique:</strong>Tall and slender<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'9''<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>Lighter than one might expect for his height<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Long dark hair<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Light blue<br/><strong>Skin Tone:</strong>Light<br/><br/><strong>Distinguishing Features:</strong>A single scar on his chest, an unhealing remnant of his morgul wound<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/1c/34/151c348dbe51d07a17c4ebdec6a2d3f5.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ec/35/10/ec3510faf3e9fc164aa2a92e0fa387d3.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Personality</span></span></strong></div><br/><strong>Demeanor:</strong>On the surface Caradryal can appear aloof and weary, but one does not have to know him long to realise he has a decent capacity for cheer and excitement. In battle Caradryal is brave and determined, but he is truth happiest beside a warm hearth with sweet music in the air.<br/><br/><strong>Motivation(s):</strong>Caradryal is almost at a contradiction with himself. On one hand, he has an overwhelming desire to sail to the west to Valinor to truly rest and forget the worries of the world. However, on the other, he is driven to see Middle-earth be made safe from the enemy he fought in the past, and also to see as much of it as he can before he departs it forever.<br/><br/><strong>Special:</strong>Has a wealth of experience from the War of the Last Alliance and knows the enemy like few others left in Middle-earth.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>SKILL PROFICIENCIES</strong></span><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Great:</strong> Academic (Elf-lore), Animals, Athletic, Combat (longsword), Linguistic (Song and the language of hawks)</li><li><strong>Basic:</strong> Magical (identifying, not casting), Concentration, Medical, Perception, Crafting, Social</li><li><strong>Standard:</strong> Subterfuge, Evaluation, Survival, Gymnastic</li></ul><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Equipment</strong></span><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Elvish chainmail and plate</li><li>The Longsword <em>Glamrist,</em> an heirloom of Eregion Caradryal has kept since being driven from that place. It is the only surviving piece of gear of his from before the Third Age.</li><li>Dagger</li><li>Simple clothes of greens and browns along with a red cloak of wool</li><li>Emberwing, a red-tailed hawk that Caradryal and Aerin became acquainted with</li></ul><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Personal History</span></strong></span> </div><br/>Caradryal's life began during the Second Age in fair Eregion, the Noldorin Realm of Celembrimbor and from where the Rings of Power were forged. In his youngest days, he delighted in the fair and peaceful lands of Hollin and enjoyed working at the forges to begin to learn of ring lore and the ways of bending metal. With Khazad-dum he was also enraptured, for its eastern gate lay so close and all one had to do to enter was speak friend, which he was glad to do on more than one occasion in trade with that magnificent kingdom of Durin's Folk. Alas, barely had Caradryal left his youthful years did the great deceiver Sauron come in treachery to Eregion. While Celebrimbor was lost, Caradryal was among those that fled with Elrond Half-Elven to Imladris, the place he would call home for the remainder of his time in Middle-earth. He survived the siege of the hidden vale and learnt much of the ways of war then, for he both fought and desired a greater vengeance against the great deceiver Sauron.<br/><br/>It was the might of Numenor that defeated Sauron however, and it would be their power that kept him at bay for long centuries after. It was only with their downfall and the sundering of the world that Caradryal once more took up the sword. In the great battle at the end of the Second Age, the War of the Last Alliance, Caradryal marched alongside the host of Imladris and Lindon beneath his last High King and his Herald. At the Battle of Dagorlad he slew orc after orc and emerged unscathed, desiring ever more to strike down, at last, their great enemy. It was not to be alas, for beneath the walls of Barad-dur he met a foe far beyond him, one of the Úlairi of Dread, and Caradryal was cast down by a morgul blade, lucky to still live at all. Caradryal's luck proved even greater, for that wound should have been the death of him, were it not for the healers of the Noldorin, though it was a close thing. Ultimately he was forced to return to Imladris before the wars ended, with the hope to recover for the final journey west beyond the sea.<br/><br/>The recovery lasted far longer than Caradryal hoped. For many long years, he lingered in a diminished state, often times unable to leave his bed in the Halls of Rest. Some days he would not even wake, only lying in a dreamless sleep. Eventually, long after his wounding, he began to recover in truth. In that time his strength had faded to a pale shadow of its past self and he knew he would likely never regain its full measure. In that time too did he grieve, for he could hear little good news, from the loss of Gil Galad and Elendil the Tall of Numenor and his heirs in fair Arnor, to the route of the Dwarves from Khazad-dum, his cheer would ever darken at any of their mentions thereafter. It was during the last centuries of his recovery that he met the young elf-maiden, Aerin, who would oft visit the Hall of Rest to entertain those within and to pester him on tales of the past, something Caradryal bore with glad humour.<br/><br/>When finally Caradryal was healed, he decided to himself that he would at least see how Middle-earth had changed in his absence from it, and try in what ways he could to rid the world of the influence of Sauron the Deceiver. He confided this plan to Aerin in the Hall of Fire and was not too surprised by her gleeful request to join him. Six months have passed from then and he is glad of it, to travel again is a delight, especially when accompanied by a determinedly bright Aerin and a friend they found on the road, a hawk named Emberwing.<br/><br/><strong>Played By:</strong>RobHumph