Crim Harrowmont[Revised]

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Crim Harrowmont

Arrows in the sky

Name: Crim Harrowmont

Age: 22

Race: Half-Elf

Allegiance: None((for now))

Occupation: Wanderer

Physical Description:

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Crim Harrowmont stands slightly taller than the average human, around six foot four. His White spiked back hair is long and cropped close to his face. his skin has a yellowish orange tint to it for an unknown reason. His face is set upon with a firm pointed chin, diminished pointed ears and hetero-colored eyes, one green one gold. He wears a jeweled stud in his right ear. His knuckles are slightly worn but not to the point of damage. The ring "araluen" on his third digit.

Crim's choice of garb is a white and black tunic made almost entirely of sturdy yet nice looking fabric, leather and buckles. The trim of the tunic is that of a slightly augmented standard tunic/tabard combination. With leather gauntlets and a lone shoulder guard he is relatively light clad. Adorning his back constantly is a white and black traveling cloak of similar weight and construction of that of his tabard, along with his bow and quiver. He wears knee high leather boots made of black leather under his slightly loose and baggy britches.

His quiver is normally filled with at minimum 20 arrows and his bow is harnessed to the quiver itself leaving his hands free. The bow itself is uniquely ornate and yet simple at the same time. Crim's bow has a draw over 300 pounds. His quiver is far simpler being of moderate construction. The bow has a proper name yet he shares it with no one. Most if not all of his possessions came from either his parents, or the soldiers that killed them.

Personality:

Having been raised in solitude, Crim knows little of the Human or Elven worlds. Only that which his parents chose to teach him. Crim is socially inept due to this and it often makes him stand out, which he realizes is a bad thing. He has worked on fighting in on his ventures south and has become mediocre at it. Crim is still curious about the world around him as every turn in the road takes him someplace new and he wants to find out every detail he can. not very cautious around new people he shows his inner personality easily and can mingle to some degree. He has taken to hiding the fact that he is half elven and passes for a human unless under close inspection, where his ears are still slightly pointed. This affects his personality in that he has to be aware of everything he does, and thus he often will solve a problem first and then ask questions later.

Habits:

Crim Twiddles the end of his quiver or bow if he nervous, and raises one hand to his lips if he is contemplating something. He will go out of his way to help someone for no price as it gives him a sense of accomplishment. He drinks Coffee every chance he gets and is on the borderline of being an addict to it, being so he tends to get moody if he goes lengths of time without a cup or two.

Skills:

Crim is a Prodigious outdoorsman, his half-elven nature giving him the physical advantage over many if not all humans he outperforms them in all aspects that deal with nature. His father raised him as an archer and an outdoorsman. Crim can track an animal or other being with apparent ease. His eyes are attuned to look for the smallest details in the forest, Cityscapes are different and Crim is reduced to being a moderate tracker in such climes. Crim is near legend with his bow and was raised from an extremely young age to hit what he was aiming at. Having spent from dusk to dawn under his father's tutelage he can with obvious ease hit a coin that is flipped in mid air, even declaring what "face" of the coin his arrow will strike, among other prodigious feats. Crim is inexperienced in the art of swordplay although he has been toying with the idea of picking up the skill. Crim can communicate with his thoughts to a moderate degree and his half elven mind renders human intruders incapacitated

History:

Crim sits next to a fire, cross-legged and stern. Beckoning you traveler to come and sit. Spreading his hands slowly his eyes distant and remorseful he recites his story

"Not long ago on a mighty forests southern edge lived a elf woman, Whose name was Ellania, beautiful as the spring and as fierce as the winter. She was travelling along the very edge of the forest when she happened onto a man, Amroth, he had chopped down a tree branch wide as himself and was carving a chair from it. She approached him and demanded that he destroy his creation, When he would not she was taken aback as he told her a tale of how he wanted to build a house in the woods. set high among the trees where he could see the game and respect them as he lived off the bounties of nature. She let him be for many months and his tale came true, slowly a house and a smaller estate, a pond, and a few farm animals surrounded his little property.

The man invited her to his house for a holiday that he called "Grace day" where he gave thanks for the years luck and given things. she talked to him much that day and they fell into a companionship bound for romance. They loved each other very much. They lived peacefully in his cabin in the woods for many years. until I was born. My mother had something change in her when I was born. but yet there I was a itty bitty pudgeball with white hair and hetero-chromatic eyes.

My Father was a prodigious outdoorsman and marksman, He trained me since the age of seven to wield 'daybreak' The weapon is a living extension of my will, and there was no better teacher. The sound of arrow after arrow streaking towards its target and the accompanying thunk was only broken when we would study tracking, wildlife, terrain, navigation and all things field craft.

My mother was a young elf at only 450, she was raised far far away from the City of Ellesméra and its companions such as Osilon. Having been raised away from its imperialistic attitude she was more open to free thinking. Ellania cared little for fancy titles and rich clothes as her elven companions might, she cared far more for nature and respected that she was part of it, not superior to it. This is one reason she even considered a relationship with my father, Amroth

Some of what happened when I was growing up I have already told you, we lived peacefully until my 19th birthday. On the day of my final archery test with my father a trio of Elven troops made their way to our home. Demanding that my mother come with them and sever her connection with my family, for we were impure and they were going to murder both myself and my father. When she refused they murdered my Father and Mother. I was nearby when this happened, tracking a stag. When i heard what was happening I rushed towards my parents. Reaching the archery field adjacent to the house where my father live i saw them for one of the last times. The soldiers stood over the bodies, as if just having committed the foul deed.

Wanting to surprise them and cursing them in the language of all things I drew and sighted 'Daybreak' as I had innumerable times. The first Elf I took clean through the eye. After a moment of confusion as they looked toward the flightpath, his companions ran at me, Elves move fast but still faster is my hand. In the time it took them to clear the gap to where I was standing in the archery field I sent another pale white arrow through the skull of some black haired elf. The third elf stopped and circled me. It was a tense Stand off, He knew he was close enough that he could bound forward and end my life. But I also knew that If he tried to do so, that i would end his petty little life. As he circled his foot caught suddenly in a dip in the field, using this advantage I shot him through the gut. Approaching the fallen figures of my family I was consumed by despair. I buried the elves, in a grave separate from my parents. Their blood as well as my parents' still haunt my hands today. Forever will I be scarred by those fleeting moments where my world changed. Not exactly sure what to do I ran. I have wandered since then. Still unsure of all things except for the skills I already know, I go now Into the world to learn to love to live to fight and die."

Crim finishes his tale and his eyes are luminous as he shoos you further down the road. withdrawing into himself he stands and disappears into the gloom.

Roleplaying Sample:

"I'm Telling you man I saw her grab that poster and I'm telling you that Those two were the same we saw at the well not five minutes ago. They going to get it mate!!" Mel spoke loudly to his companion, Del. Mel sat in the unoccupied room of a lonely warehouse conversing over an empty spool of shipping rope. The spool made a nice table for them to lean, eat, and gamble on. They did this often, the small Abandoned warehouse where they stayed turned into quite the little hotspot during dismal sailing conditions.


Lowlifes, Ruffians and thugs all gathered from any ship in port to try a hand at the local card game known only as "Warehouse." It's rules were simple to a degree but they left quite a bit of grey area, which often resulted in fistfights and even the occasional stabbing. Del having given it some thought asked in a rather hoarse voice "and your shure dis is the one our boss is afters?" If it was Del and Mel might just be able to clear the gambling debts with the captain. "Das what I'm tellin ya, ya great lousy oarsmen!" After conversing for several more minutes they packed their gear and set off in hot pursuit of the Odd duo that had unbeknownst to them attracted the attention of the two vagabonds.


After a few hours of following the two just far enough behind so that they went out of sight with every dip turn bend and arc in the land, they noticed that the pair was slowing down. Del got excited and started whispering to his companion "Aye mate, it's nawt goin be long now!" the pair put on a little speed to catch sight of their quarry who had gone into one of the hillocks surronding the road on the side opposite the river. Del and Mel grey even more excited, the fools had been stupendously easy to track thanks to the man's oddly colored tunic, it stuck out like a sheep among cows, or at least that is what Mel thought.


Stopping for a few moments the two laid out their plan, they would wait till the saw the fire 'agoin and then rush in and force the pair to tell'em everything they knew about the ring that they was searching for. Not long later the pair exclaimed in triumph as they saw a warm ember glow coming from the trees not far from where they had seen the duo disappear. The vagabond crew rushed forward, a pickaxe and a Saxe knife drawn back!

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Crim grumbled to himself as she mentioned that she would only be able to see for under an hour more, 'Was it so with all humans?' he thought to himself. Acknowledging her and then pointing and discussing the various benefits of camping on a hill surrounded by woods. taking the lead for a bit he drudged through the narrow game trails that led in an upwardly direction. They soon passed into the velvet emerald that was the closely nestled between the great foothills of the Spine. Their world grew to resemble that of a deep valley, with sky only showing at the very apex of their sightlines. the Trees even astride the small hillock they would camp at where nowhere near reaching even the sides of the great rift in which the company had passed.


Turning aside the somewhat dense foliage Crim turned to his companion, They had remained silent for some time, Yet it was not an uncomfortable silence. Thus studying her again and saying "Not much further" he decided they would stop short at the apex of a small hill before them. Right before they reached their new destination Crim decided to share something with his new found friend, even if she didn't want to hear it, which he highly doubted. Thus on the last leg of their journey and it ending with the first step into a clearing he sang a favorite song for a few minutes

Let us go now into the forest.
the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley.

It was a short verse but one his father was very fond of, it repeated twice and it gave Crim something to do. He hoped that Tellen would enjoy it as much as he had. Finally at their resting place Crim knew that it was still not yet time to retire. drawing his bow he Answered Tellen's previous question. "I can hunt... and make the fire, you walked far today. Rest, please." his eyes sought hers and he tried to make her understand that he could do the work for both of them. "I will be gone ten minutes, no more no less. I will call like the watcher hawk we saw this afternoon when I am near"


and thus leaving her in the clearing he ghosted into the birch-wood, His tunic now at twilight finally making sense. the grays whites and blacks made it nigh impossible to see him in the imperfect light. Crim could see fine however, his eyes caught every detail his nose every scent, his feet felt every upturned twig underneath them. Crim walked for a short distance than started to search for food, They did not need much, Certainly not the deer that he had startled as he seemed to materialize in front of a tree. and certainly not the turkey that was bedded down for the night.


Crim sought something else entirely. And Alas he found it, A brace of rabbits. Drawing and sighting he took the first through the eye, a perfect kill, the second he struck on the right hind leg, breaking it. Using the razor-sharp arrowheads he cleaned and gutted each animal, the skin acting as a bag for him to carry it back to camp. where he would find a stone and attempt to fry them. the wind which had died off now that they were in a valley and on a hill suddenly gusted strongly and he smelled something wrong. cheese wine and musk.... Crim started racing back towards the camp, his fears becoming more concrete as he saw the obvious intrusion.

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Face claim: Fernando Torres.

Daybreak; Crim's bow

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ReAccepted.