Tamar, Son of Edain
Nov 1, 2018 21:26:43 GMT -5
Post by Tamar on Nov 1, 2018 21:26:43 GMT -5
.The Facade.
Character Name: Tamar, Son of Edain
Name Meaning: Smith, son of Man.
Age:44
Date of Birth: September, T.R. 2967, on the most common day (the 16th)
Race: Man.
Residence: Minas Tirith
Profession: Smith and Farrier
Appearance: Tamar the Smith stands at a moderately imposing 6'6", but is otherwise rather forgettable in appearance. Plain of face, with brown hair now silvering from his age. His eyes are grey-green and heavily-lidded such that he always appears either exhausted or annoyed, like a man older than himself attempting to get children to sit still for their daily lessons. He has a strong jaw line that is usually stubbled though he prefers not to keep a full beard. Tamar's only other distinguishing feature is a rather dramatic scar across his face, trailing down from his temple, over his right eye, nicking the side of his nose, and down to his upper lip. It has a partner on his right cheek bone, making an 'x' there below his eye. He has other scars on his hands and arms, as a man of his profession tends to. Signs that he has learned over the years how metal moves, and, more importantly, how it cuts.
Personality: The Smith is generally seen as not particularly personable. Many people assume he hates everyone. He doesn't talk much, and when he does it is usually either in short sentences, or gruff lectures. He acts older than he is, and seems grouchy and curmudgeonly beyond his years. It is thought that he may have served in some army that caused his scars and foul mood, and that he took to weapon-making due to a bloodthirsty nature that he can't shake now that he is no longer fighting.
However, this is merely appearances and assumptions. He is short-spoken because he is rather shy and socially awkward. If he lectures, it is because you've found something that strike's the man's passions. His flat affect is not anger or being dismissive, but an aspect of his deep, rumbling voice. He never fought in any wars, and he wouldn't hurt a fly unless the fly hurt someone else first. He's actually quite fond of animals, horses and cats particularly. It is actually his fondness for cats that caused the scar on his face. He likes cats more than cats like him.... But he's willing to let people assume he got it doing something a bit more exciting.
Also, Tamar has a terrible trait of being completely inept at speaking to women. Particularly young or short (and especially fair-haired) women. He doesn't like to seem intimidating, and so finds himself shrinking, slouching to be closer to their size, speaking softer, and avoiding eye-contact even more than usual. He doesn't generally enjoy talking to un-escorted ladies, even about weapons or horses.
It isn't much of a wonder how he manages to continue to be single.
Parents:
Edain (Father, born T.R. 2923, deceased)
Malwen (Mother, born T.R. 2950)
Sibling(s):
Amdirhan (Half-Brother, born T.R. 2952 )
Colleth (Sister-in-law, born T.R. 2955 )
Spouse: none.
Children: none.
History:
Tamar was born to his father's second wife, much to his elder half-brother's annoyance, in a small village of Gondor. The woman was young (much too young, perhaps, to be wedded to a man as old as Edain, but they seemed contended with the arrangement in spite of objection from the man's first-born). Edain had been hoping for another son, desiring many children and hoping one would take up his craft. So, he named his youngest Tamar, in the hopes that perhaps the name would become fact.
Growing up, however, Tamar was never especially interested in smithing. A rebellious streak, perhaps. He always preferred to run around after his half-brother, watching the much older boy, a man, in fact, by the time he was old enough to follow him. Tamar admired Amdirhan greatly, and learned swordsmanship from him as he grew enough to hold a weapon. Their father tried in vain to convince either of them that being a smith was more valuable than running off to one of the cities and joining an army or guard. Often the man would tell his youngest son: "A sword is not made strong by use or maintenance, but by the strength of the one who forged it". The advice fell on deaf ears. Tamar was more interested in being a boy than being a smith. More fond of learning to swing a sword than shoe a horse. More inclined toward playing pranks than dedicated study.
That is, until Edain died of overwork and heat stroke when Tamar was only 14. The man had been old when Tamar was born, nearly 58 when he passed, and shouldn't have been working a forge alone when he had two strong sons to help him then.
The guilt weighed heavy on both the son's hearts. Amdirhan took over the forge with his wife, Colleth, and children of his own, but it didn't hit him as hard as it did Tamar. Amdirhan was older, with a family, while Tamar only had his young mother. Tamar was distraught. He felt like it was his fault that his father had died, even if it was untrue. He regretted not learning more from the old man, and hated himself for not listening more to his father's wise words.
He dedicated himself to learning the craft he was named for, from Amdirhan and anyone else who would teach him anything he could learn. Of course, there was only so much one could learn in a small village. When he knew enough, and he was old enough to make the trek alone, he moved to Minas Tirith. He found someone to apprentice under, and worked to earn his keep, to study, and to eventually take over the shop for himself.
Tamar still keeps in touch with his mother, who lives with his half-brother in their old home. He isn't the most learned man, but he knows well enough how to read and write, in order to trade his wares. He never found himself a wife, and has no children of his own, but he keeps a large black draft-sized stallion named Gaerion, a sturdy red mare named Ruin, a delicate white mare named Fanwen, and a small collection of local cats that roam around the place, with his favorites being tortoise-shell, tabby, and black ones. He considers them his children, and can occasionally be caught cooing lovingly to his animals when he is away from his work, and he thinks no one can see him.
Character Name: Tamar, Son of Edain
Name Meaning: Smith, son of Man.
Age:44
Date of Birth: September, T.R. 2967, on the most common day (the 16th)
Race: Man.
Residence: Minas Tirith
Profession: Smith and Farrier
Appearance: Tamar the Smith stands at a moderately imposing 6'6", but is otherwise rather forgettable in appearance. Plain of face, with brown hair now silvering from his age. His eyes are grey-green and heavily-lidded such that he always appears either exhausted or annoyed, like a man older than himself attempting to get children to sit still for their daily lessons. He has a strong jaw line that is usually stubbled though he prefers not to keep a full beard. Tamar's only other distinguishing feature is a rather dramatic scar across his face, trailing down from his temple, over his right eye, nicking the side of his nose, and down to his upper lip. It has a partner on his right cheek bone, making an 'x' there below his eye. He has other scars on his hands and arms, as a man of his profession tends to. Signs that he has learned over the years how metal moves, and, more importantly, how it cuts.
Personality: The Smith is generally seen as not particularly personable. Many people assume he hates everyone. He doesn't talk much, and when he does it is usually either in short sentences, or gruff lectures. He acts older than he is, and seems grouchy and curmudgeonly beyond his years. It is thought that he may have served in some army that caused his scars and foul mood, and that he took to weapon-making due to a bloodthirsty nature that he can't shake now that he is no longer fighting.
However, this is merely appearances and assumptions. He is short-spoken because he is rather shy and socially awkward. If he lectures, it is because you've found something that strike's the man's passions. His flat affect is not anger or being dismissive, but an aspect of his deep, rumbling voice. He never fought in any wars, and he wouldn't hurt a fly unless the fly hurt someone else first. He's actually quite fond of animals, horses and cats particularly. It is actually his fondness for cats that caused the scar on his face. He likes cats more than cats like him.... But he's willing to let people assume he got it doing something a bit more exciting.
Also, Tamar has a terrible trait of being completely inept at speaking to women. Particularly young or short (and especially fair-haired) women. He doesn't like to seem intimidating, and so finds himself shrinking, slouching to be closer to their size, speaking softer, and avoiding eye-contact even more than usual. He doesn't generally enjoy talking to un-escorted ladies, even about weapons or horses.
It isn't much of a wonder how he manages to continue to be single.
.The Blood.
Parents:
Edain (Father, born T.R. 2923, deceased)
Malwen (Mother, born T.R. 2950)
Sibling(s):
Amdirhan (Half-Brother, born T.R. 2952 )
Colleth (Sister-in-law, born T.R. 2955 )
Spouse: none.
Children: none.
History:
Tamar was born to his father's second wife, much to his elder half-brother's annoyance, in a small village of Gondor. The woman was young (much too young, perhaps, to be wedded to a man as old as Edain, but they seemed contended with the arrangement in spite of objection from the man's first-born). Edain had been hoping for another son, desiring many children and hoping one would take up his craft. So, he named his youngest Tamar, in the hopes that perhaps the name would become fact.
Growing up, however, Tamar was never especially interested in smithing. A rebellious streak, perhaps. He always preferred to run around after his half-brother, watching the much older boy, a man, in fact, by the time he was old enough to follow him. Tamar admired Amdirhan greatly, and learned swordsmanship from him as he grew enough to hold a weapon. Their father tried in vain to convince either of them that being a smith was more valuable than running off to one of the cities and joining an army or guard. Often the man would tell his youngest son: "A sword is not made strong by use or maintenance, but by the strength of the one who forged it". The advice fell on deaf ears. Tamar was more interested in being a boy than being a smith. More fond of learning to swing a sword than shoe a horse. More inclined toward playing pranks than dedicated study.
That is, until Edain died of overwork and heat stroke when Tamar was only 14. The man had been old when Tamar was born, nearly 58 when he passed, and shouldn't have been working a forge alone when he had two strong sons to help him then.
The guilt weighed heavy on both the son's hearts. Amdirhan took over the forge with his wife, Colleth, and children of his own, but it didn't hit him as hard as it did Tamar. Amdirhan was older, with a family, while Tamar only had his young mother. Tamar was distraught. He felt like it was his fault that his father had died, even if it was untrue. He regretted not learning more from the old man, and hated himself for not listening more to his father's wise words.
He dedicated himself to learning the craft he was named for, from Amdirhan and anyone else who would teach him anything he could learn. Of course, there was only so much one could learn in a small village. When he knew enough, and he was old enough to make the trek alone, he moved to Minas Tirith. He found someone to apprentice under, and worked to earn his keep, to study, and to eventually take over the shop for himself.
Tamar still keeps in touch with his mother, who lives with his half-brother in their old home. He isn't the most learned man, but he knows well enough how to read and write, in order to trade his wares. He never found himself a wife, and has no children of his own, but he keeps a large black draft-sized stallion named Gaerion, a sturdy red mare named Ruin, a delicate white mare named Fanwen, and a small collection of local cats that roam around the place, with his favorites being tortoise-shell, tabby, and black ones. He considers them his children, and can occasionally be caught cooing lovingly to his animals when he is away from his work, and he thinks no one can see him.