Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26295802-20151105222748/@comment-25975584-20151108061427

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Faction: His group of Rohirrim bandits, he leads in preying upon the remaining survivors of this apocalypse.

Race: Rohirrim

Where they are currently: White Mountains, waylaying a small group of travelers...

Appearance: Typical Rohirrim, alhough with a large chunk of tissue torn out of his cheek.

Weapons: Rohirric lance, sword, and shield.

Armour: Steel chainmail, and helmet.

Other Equipment: Basic survival gear, a few random things he once beat a man to death for touching them, blanket roll, a few days food.

Mount: His horse.

Story: He, and 20 others had realized that the battle was lost, and ran, they continued to flee to the White Mountains. It was a few weeks later when people started pouring into the hidden valleys that they realized the war was lost, and so was the west. So, with nothing to lose, they became a cruel, merciless band of bandits. Doing typical, amoral things people do when society collapses.

Personality: Displays a cruel, depraved demeanor on the surface, and the most brutal of the band of brigands. But on the inside, he is an embittered, sorrowful, guilt ridden man. As such, although he hates himself, he feels he has nothing to lose by being an absolute monster...

Skills: Combat, stealth, his terifying reputation, and disturbing tales help a lot.