Ladrengilon, the Healer (Dol Amroth)
Dec 20, 2017 17:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Ladrengilon on Dec 20, 2017 17:30:35 GMT -5
.The Facade.
.The Blood.
Parents: Himeldir (104) and Orelbes (98)
Sibling(s): None
Wife: Gladhraen (deceased)
Daughter: Gilraen (deceased, would be 44)
Son: Orelion (43) - His only remaining child, Orelion takes his family life and his work seriously. He has a kind and quiet demeanour and goes out of his way to serve the citizens of Dol Amroth, just as his Father always has. He takes great care with his patients, and will work and run about on house calls all hours of the night for them, much to his wife's chagrin on occasion. Beyond his work, he is devoted to his family, and tries to style his children's family life similar to what had been his as a youth. He sees that they are tutored in all manner of histories and arts, and takes great joy when he has the occasion to take them upon the sea, for he loves the water. Orelion has a great bitterness in his heart over the deaths of his mother and his sister, and on occasion this boils over into into weeks of sadness, though he does his best not to let on to others about it, and he never speaks of these family members to others.
Daughter-in-Law: Rumaylah (43) - Rumaylah was seventeen when she married her husband. She is a daughter of the Haradwaith, though it was always rumored that she had a Gondorian grandfather, for her eyes are light like the sea. She lived most of her childhood happily upon a merchant ship that traveled between the Haradwaith, Dol Amroth, and Pelargir. Her family dealt in the silk trade with Orelion's family for many of the years of her youth, and though she is fiercely independent, she was always glad to come upon Orelion when they made their yearly trip to Dol Amroth with wares. On their last trip to the city, it was found that their work in Dol Amroth was ended, she proposed marriage herself to the quieter man, and with great happiness he accepted. Though Rumaylah no longer deals in the silk trade, she spends her days weaving beautiful silken tapestries, and stitching with the fabrics. The walls in the Houses of Healing have been decorated and colorful since the day she married Orelion.
Grandchildren:
Idril (25) - Idril takes after her father in voice and appearance. She is quiet, thoughtful, and well read, delighting in books, and spending many hours in the archives learning as much as she can on all the histories of Arda. She is somewhat of a perfectionist and makes herself to excel in the arts. Music and song are a passion of hers, as well as painting, embroidery, and Haradric silk weaving; a trade passed down from her mother. Though she looks a Belfalathrim, she speaks fluently both the common Westron and Haradric, as well as Sindarin and Quenya, and has no trouble switching between the languages which finds her handy when the occasion arises that they take one of the men of the Haradwaith into the Houses. She can often be found sitting with her father's patients reading to them to pass the time through their pain.
Celairdir (16) - Celairdir takes after his mother in appearance and looks a young man of the Haradwaith, though there is much noble blood in him, which gives him some difficulties upon the city streets of Dol Amroth and makes him unsure of his place. He bears himself well though, and is training in the footsteps of his father, grandfather, and great grandfather in the ways of healing. His days now are spent as an apprentice beneath his father and grandfather, though they give him time to enjoy the pleasures of youth, and he can often be found with his close friends manning sailing skiffs on the ocean waves or diving off the cliffs for sport.
History:
Late in the year, a heavy bout of storm blew in off the southern ocean, the Bay of Bel rolicking under wind and blackened sky as the final hurricane of the season blew in to Dol Amroth. A woman labored through the night and through the storm, finally giving birth in the small hours of morning, as sky cleared and and through the window every star in the heavens shined down upon them. Ladrengilon they named him for it seemed as if Himeldir and Orelbes were immersed in a great valley, every deep canyon and mountain peak was made of star.
Ladrengilon was born the only child to his parents who resided in a fine house in the Castle Quarter, or High Town, of Dol Amroth atop the cliffs. His Grandfather had been a Swan Knight serving under the Prince, yet his Father had not been of the build required for the Prince's army, and had taken along in the art of herbs and healing, and “Lad” as he was known to most folk about the city took after him in almost every way, becoming a skilled healer at an early age.
He married young to his childhood sweetheart; Gladhraen, who came from a wealthy line of silk merchants. She was also the only child in her family, an independent woman, and had been raised since childhood to take over her family business. Her family imported the finest silk cloth and thread that could be had from the far regions of Haradwaith and disseminated it into the growing Gondorian market from Dol Amroth to Minas Tirith and even further afield.
Time went on and Ladrengilon and Gladhraen worked and excelled in their prospective trades, yet at the end of the day they always came together as a family. First Gilraen, a daughter, was born to them, and later Orelion, a son. The children were loved and cared for with devotion. They played beneath canopies of brightly colored silks and had the finest tutors Dol Amroth could provide; in language and script, in painting, music, and in dance. Gilraen learned to deal in the silk trade from her mother, and Orelion apprenticed young as a healer alongside his father. Yet always, there was time to play, and the family took many jaunts to their favorite place; the sea. Ladrengilon had a small skiff that they could spend hours upon as he took his wife and children up and down the coasts of the Cobas Haven, teaching them how to sail like the mariners and swim like the fish, and making sure they knew the names of every star and constellation that their eyes could make out in the heavens.
One terrible day in the year 2984, Lad returned home from his work at the Houses of Healing only weeks after his promotion to Warden to find that his wife had hanged herself from the stairwell with a ream of silken cloth. It was without idea or warning, and Ladrengilon was stricken by the act; he had not realized in the least that his wife had been unhappy, yet he could not despair at the time for his Gilraen had gone missing on the same day with no trace. She had been only seventeen at the time, and a great search went on throughout Dol Amroth and the surrounding areas to find her; only to turn up day after day with no word. After three months of combing through the city streets and the countryside as far as Lebennin and the Mouths of the Anduin, and along the northern coast to Anfalas, they finally received their closure. Gilraen's bloody and tattered clothing had been found washed ashore beneath the cliffs. It was presumed the girl had like her mother, taken her own life.
Ladrengilon was heartbroken that day, and he descended into an immeasurable grief that he had not been able to save them. He could not bear to look upon anything of his former life that had involved his wife and daughter. The sea no longer served a comfort, his skiff rotted away in the harbor, and he took what provision he needed from his home and left it abandoned on the cliffs. Lad turned a corner room in the Houses of Healing into his own personal bedroom and study, and this is where he has resided the past twenty seven years. All of his time these days goes toward further study in the art of healing, and mending the infirm while making them comfortable in his what he calls “his House.”
Character Name: Ladrengilon (“Lad”)
Name Meaning: 'Valley of Stars'
Age: 72
Date of Birth: December, Year 2946 of the Third Age
Race: Man (Southern Dunedain)
Residence: Dol Amroth
Profession: Warden of the Houses of Healing in Dol Amroth
Appearance: Though he is brown of hair and eye, Ladrengilon is mixed blood Belfalathrim by birth. He stands a short stature for men of the Dunedain at only 5'9”, but he has all the longevity of his people, the years he wears on his face seeming less than his true age. He wears his hair cropped at the shoulder and often tied back from his face for his work
Personality: Ladrengilon is a man of calm intellect. He offers kindness, patience, and dignity to almost everyone he encounters, which in his line of work is a necessity, for most do not enter calm and collected the Houses of Healing. He is soft spoken by nature, with a high, clear voice, though he is not timid. He speaks with greatest authority, and others must lower their own voices to listen.
When he is approached outside of work; though these days this rarely is the case for his work is his life, he has a different persona. In the days of his youth he could have been considered carefree and playful even, though these days if he is needed to step out into the sunlight on the city streets he is grim and focuses on whichever task is at hand to make sure it is finished quickly so that he can retreat once again to the familiarity of the Houses.
Name Meaning: 'Valley of Stars'
Age: 72
Date of Birth: December, Year 2946 of the Third Age
Race: Man (Southern Dunedain)
Residence: Dol Amroth
Profession: Warden of the Houses of Healing in Dol Amroth
Appearance: Though he is brown of hair and eye, Ladrengilon is mixed blood Belfalathrim by birth. He stands a short stature for men of the Dunedain at only 5'9”, but he has all the longevity of his people, the years he wears on his face seeming less than his true age. He wears his hair cropped at the shoulder and often tied back from his face for his work
Personality: Ladrengilon is a man of calm intellect. He offers kindness, patience, and dignity to almost everyone he encounters, which in his line of work is a necessity, for most do not enter calm and collected the Houses of Healing. He is soft spoken by nature, with a high, clear voice, though he is not timid. He speaks with greatest authority, and others must lower their own voices to listen.
When he is approached outside of work; though these days this rarely is the case for his work is his life, he has a different persona. In the days of his youth he could have been considered carefree and playful even, though these days if he is needed to step out into the sunlight on the city streets he is grim and focuses on whichever task is at hand to make sure it is finished quickly so that he can retreat once again to the familiarity of the Houses.
.The Blood.
Parents: Himeldir (104) and Orelbes (98)
Sibling(s): None
Wife: Gladhraen (deceased)
Daughter: Gilraen (deceased, would be 44)
Son: Orelion (43) - His only remaining child, Orelion takes his family life and his work seriously. He has a kind and quiet demeanour and goes out of his way to serve the citizens of Dol Amroth, just as his Father always has. He takes great care with his patients, and will work and run about on house calls all hours of the night for them, much to his wife's chagrin on occasion. Beyond his work, he is devoted to his family, and tries to style his children's family life similar to what had been his as a youth. He sees that they are tutored in all manner of histories and arts, and takes great joy when he has the occasion to take them upon the sea, for he loves the water. Orelion has a great bitterness in his heart over the deaths of his mother and his sister, and on occasion this boils over into into weeks of sadness, though he does his best not to let on to others about it, and he never speaks of these family members to others.
Daughter-in-Law: Rumaylah (43) - Rumaylah was seventeen when she married her husband. She is a daughter of the Haradwaith, though it was always rumored that she had a Gondorian grandfather, for her eyes are light like the sea. She lived most of her childhood happily upon a merchant ship that traveled between the Haradwaith, Dol Amroth, and Pelargir. Her family dealt in the silk trade with Orelion's family for many of the years of her youth, and though she is fiercely independent, she was always glad to come upon Orelion when they made their yearly trip to Dol Amroth with wares. On their last trip to the city, it was found that their work in Dol Amroth was ended, she proposed marriage herself to the quieter man, and with great happiness he accepted. Though Rumaylah no longer deals in the silk trade, she spends her days weaving beautiful silken tapestries, and stitching with the fabrics. The walls in the Houses of Healing have been decorated and colorful since the day she married Orelion.
Grandchildren:
Idril (25) - Idril takes after her father in voice and appearance. She is quiet, thoughtful, and well read, delighting in books, and spending many hours in the archives learning as much as she can on all the histories of Arda. She is somewhat of a perfectionist and makes herself to excel in the arts. Music and song are a passion of hers, as well as painting, embroidery, and Haradric silk weaving; a trade passed down from her mother. Though she looks a Belfalathrim, she speaks fluently both the common Westron and Haradric, as well as Sindarin and Quenya, and has no trouble switching between the languages which finds her handy when the occasion arises that they take one of the men of the Haradwaith into the Houses. She can often be found sitting with her father's patients reading to them to pass the time through their pain.
Celairdir (16) - Celairdir takes after his mother in appearance and looks a young man of the Haradwaith, though there is much noble blood in him, which gives him some difficulties upon the city streets of Dol Amroth and makes him unsure of his place. He bears himself well though, and is training in the footsteps of his father, grandfather, and great grandfather in the ways of healing. His days now are spent as an apprentice beneath his father and grandfather, though they give him time to enjoy the pleasures of youth, and he can often be found with his close friends manning sailing skiffs on the ocean waves or diving off the cliffs for sport.
History:
Late in the year, a heavy bout of storm blew in off the southern ocean, the Bay of Bel rolicking under wind and blackened sky as the final hurricane of the season blew in to Dol Amroth. A woman labored through the night and through the storm, finally giving birth in the small hours of morning, as sky cleared and and through the window every star in the heavens shined down upon them. Ladrengilon they named him for it seemed as if Himeldir and Orelbes were immersed in a great valley, every deep canyon and mountain peak was made of star.
Ladrengilon was born the only child to his parents who resided in a fine house in the Castle Quarter, or High Town, of Dol Amroth atop the cliffs. His Grandfather had been a Swan Knight serving under the Prince, yet his Father had not been of the build required for the Prince's army, and had taken along in the art of herbs and healing, and “Lad” as he was known to most folk about the city took after him in almost every way, becoming a skilled healer at an early age.
He married young to his childhood sweetheart; Gladhraen, who came from a wealthy line of silk merchants. She was also the only child in her family, an independent woman, and had been raised since childhood to take over her family business. Her family imported the finest silk cloth and thread that could be had from the far regions of Haradwaith and disseminated it into the growing Gondorian market from Dol Amroth to Minas Tirith and even further afield.
Time went on and Ladrengilon and Gladhraen worked and excelled in their prospective trades, yet at the end of the day they always came together as a family. First Gilraen, a daughter, was born to them, and later Orelion, a son. The children were loved and cared for with devotion. They played beneath canopies of brightly colored silks and had the finest tutors Dol Amroth could provide; in language and script, in painting, music, and in dance. Gilraen learned to deal in the silk trade from her mother, and Orelion apprenticed young as a healer alongside his father. Yet always, there was time to play, and the family took many jaunts to their favorite place; the sea. Ladrengilon had a small skiff that they could spend hours upon as he took his wife and children up and down the coasts of the Cobas Haven, teaching them how to sail like the mariners and swim like the fish, and making sure they knew the names of every star and constellation that their eyes could make out in the heavens.
One terrible day in the year 2984, Lad returned home from his work at the Houses of Healing only weeks after his promotion to Warden to find that his wife had hanged herself from the stairwell with a ream of silken cloth. It was without idea or warning, and Ladrengilon was stricken by the act; he had not realized in the least that his wife had been unhappy, yet he could not despair at the time for his Gilraen had gone missing on the same day with no trace. She had been only seventeen at the time, and a great search went on throughout Dol Amroth and the surrounding areas to find her; only to turn up day after day with no word. After three months of combing through the city streets and the countryside as far as Lebennin and the Mouths of the Anduin, and along the northern coast to Anfalas, they finally received their closure. Gilraen's bloody and tattered clothing had been found washed ashore beneath the cliffs. It was presumed the girl had like her mother, taken her own life.
Ladrengilon was heartbroken that day, and he descended into an immeasurable grief that he had not been able to save them. He could not bear to look upon anything of his former life that had involved his wife and daughter. The sea no longer served a comfort, his skiff rotted away in the harbor, and he took what provision he needed from his home and left it abandoned on the cliffs. Lad turned a corner room in the Houses of Healing into his own personal bedroom and study, and this is where he has resided the past twenty seven years. All of his time these days goes toward further study in the art of healing, and mending the infirm while making them comfortable in his what he calls “his House.”
