Aoallin| Huntress of Rohan

Character Name: Aðallín

Name Meaning: Dative, Nominative, and Accusative

Age: 36

Date of Birth: 2974

Race: Man

Residence: Rohan [In a forest on the outskirts of the mountains]

Profession: Huntress

Appearance: She is a blonde haired woman of fair white skin which is common in the lands of Rohan. Aoallin is fairly muscled due to her profession due to her physical lifestyle, yet she is fairly slim and effeminate due to the sheer amount of calories needed to get by day to day as a hunter. She wears light armor if any and nothing restraining of her movements as she relies on following prey silently and upon the usage of her bow. Her eyes are green and her hair is a long blonde with it kept in a loose fitting ponytail. Aoallin is a healthy individual and strong woman of Rohan overall.

She usually wears the color green to better blend in with the forest environment and often is equipped with a longbow, a dagger of which to skin her prey, and also a short sword which she wears upon her side. She often wears a utility belt and wears two backpacks. One would be for the collection of furs, the other is to collect other such trinkets and interesting treasures she may encounter on her journeys. The final such thing she has is a burlap sack for the collection of meat. Due to being a strong woman whom is accustomed to the wild, she can handle the burden of carrying such loads, but not for overly long periods of time of course. This fills out her general appearance, and one might say she appears rather youthful despite being nearly middle aged at 36. They wouldn’t be wrong, but of course her age is a little secret.

Personality: Aoallin is a experienced huntress who has a strong admiration and obligatory instinct to support the soldiers of Rohan the best that she can against their battles not only against the Wild Men, but also against the Orcs of Mordor. She as a result strives to work and support them anyway possible as she provides as much as she can afford to. She is hard working and dedicated to the hunt, and there is only one thing that she would devote herself more to. Her family is one. She has a son named Waylon, of whom the father’s name is Baltor. They as both strong men were called to service, and so, she hopes for their success and return back home. She has a few behaviors towards others within her small village life in the woods.

For one, she has little pity for those who seem to be suffering for she makes it known that whether it be woman, child, or old, there is always a way to be contributing to the cause instead of sitting around and complaining about it. Whether it be hunting, whether it be planting a few extra seeds for crops, and especially if it is to train themselves for combat. She commonly suggests that women and children learn to defend themselves in the event that the great kingdom was to be invaded further, and also warning them of the ever present danger of Wildlings that attack from the West. She is a brave and outgoing woman who has strong pride in her heritage and of the land she lives in.

When it comes to soldiers, she welcomes them with wide arms and treats them all like family. Her husband whom was a soldier to begin with was glad to be taking his son with him into battle for the land, and so, she would gladly accept soldiers into her home for shelter, feeding them, or helping them in other ways so they need it. Other than this, she lives a very simple life focused on going about day to day hunting and taking care of her home. Her only companion remaining is her domesticated hound Bastur whom is of young age. A pup from one of the older dogs, it remains her companion throughout the rough times and a loyal mutt. She commonly dreams of her future and hopes it is for the better.



Parents: Abigail Daughter of Brahmlor, Toheim son of Glaedir

Sibling(s): N/A

Spouse: Baltor son of Grimkell

Children: Waylon son of Baltor

History: Aoallin grew in the woods of the West Emnet originally with her family in the woods in a small village community. It was rather unfortunate that she was to be born a lass as her father was a hunter, and he didn’t really expect much from her other than to be married off. Though, she had an interest in the bow from an early age and had received her father’s keen eye. She interested him enough to take her on trips and get some game. It was a simple life where people were in some worry of Orcs and of the Dunlendings. However, overall, things were good and relatively peaceful. Her story wasn’t of some great spectacle or of romance. It was simply something that was well...average. She was betrothed to a man known as Baltor son of Grimkell.

Grimkell was a respectable and strong carpenter and Baltor was interested in becoming a soldier. He made it rather clear that he wouldn’t be around much for obvious reasons, and it became more so true as darkness washed upon middle earth. However, they did have a son of whom was watched over by her eyes. They moved near Endoras and said farewell to their family, likely to never meet again. Due to the man being stationed at Helms Deep for a while, she raised her son with little going on in life other than her hunting and making sure her son was raised properly. She took care of the house, she took care of her dog, she took care of herself. Well, then 16 years later, her son was taken into service. Fine, just great. She misses them…

However, she works to support them indirectly now and hopes that her deeds will grant them victory and that Rohan will stand strong. However, she has a feeling that things are slowly going down hill. She hopes that this war will end within time, but the meanwhile, she distracts herself with anything else but the thought her husband and child may very well be dead, gone, and she would be alone for the rest of her days. It is a dark thought, but one all too real.