Arenathon, Son of Theranar

[Arenathon]

ARENATHON, THE DAY STAR

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THE BASICS:

Name: Arenathon, son of Theranar
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Man
Birthplace: Dol Amroth
Current Location: Dol Amroth (mobile)
Weapon(s): Arenathon's weapon of choice is a family heirloom, a mithril warhammer of dwarf craft. Gifted to his great grandfather Derassar, whom was a friend of the dwarves. Being mithril, the hammer can strike with great force but is light to carry. When on horseback he generally wields a lance and shield. The light of day shining off the hammer is the source of his title "The Day Star" or in some parts "The Morning Star."

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance: Arenathon has green eyes and fair hair. He is considered handsome for a Man and is generally clean shaven.
Build: Arenathon has a soldiers build, which is to say wiry over bulky. He has tight muscle, but his armour makes him seem larger.
Distinguishing Marks: None
Face Claim: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality: Like most people Arenathon has multiple aspects to his personality, he can be rather different depending on how or when you catch him. Generally speaking however he is considered friendly, kind and approachable. Arenathon is highly fond of banter, the casual jesting between friends that keeps you going on the long rides. He'll rarely take offensive to even the most scandalous of banter, but he'll be quite impressed by a good show of wit.

Arenathon is a Knight of Dol Amroth and there is no finer calibre of warrior in all the lands of men. He is a true Knight indeed, he is brave and he is just. He defends the weak, children, women and all those that cannot defend themselves. Arenathon will never flee battle nor bend the knee to defeat. If he is to have any flaw of character it is perhaps wroth, for when the Orc or the Goblin or anything of wicked intent would threaten the realms of Men or its people he will take up his hammer and seek them out with a terrible fury.

History:
Arenathon was born to Theranar and Ellesia, an old family of Dol Amroth city within the Lands of Dol Amroth. While he was born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth, he was handed a silver shovel not long later and from a young age he knew the value of work. His father was a Knight under Prince Adrahil II, he grew up on stories of the valour, humility and skill of the brave Knights of Dol Amroth. The finest knights of all Gondor.

Arenathon was groomed to some day take up the mantle of a Swan Knight himself, many a day was spent teaching him the responsibilities of command and many more he went to bed bruised after harsh lessons from his father's Master-at-Arms. But each bruise was a lesson that might someday save his life when real battle was upon him. He would eventually squire Prince Adrahil himself and was knighted five years later. Since then he has defended the weak and served his liege lord with above normal levels of honour and tenacity.

He earned the style "The Morning Star" during a siege on Osgiliath. The orcs came late in the day and the fighting went on deep into the night, it appeared the battle was lost when at first light Arenathon arrived leading reinforcements. The morning light reflecting from his hammer was signaled his arrival and the battle was one as his heavy cavalry ran down the orcish horde, scattering them utterly. The title appears to be used interchangeably with "The Day Star," he responds to them both with pride.

For the last five years Arenathon has served as a Commander of Dol Amroth's armies and is arguably one of the finest warriors alive among the race of Men. There are few foes indeed that can stand before The Day Star with his famed warhammer in his hands and he is ever on the watch for the creeping darkness. A vigilant protector of all those weaker then him.



Roleplay Sample:

January 27th; 18:45. Location Classified

It wasn't often someone in the Steve/Natasha league duked it out with someone in the Thor/Hulk league so Lex had to give Bucky some props. Sure it was only a friendly few rounds of MMA but one wrong move and someone was dead. Alexander had been preparing for the fight, or at least altered his usual workout slightly and said it was preparation for the big fight. For breakfast he had consumed a proper traditional Irish breakfast. Bacon, sausages, black & white pudding, eggs, and some hash browns. Of course he had a breakfast about ten times the size of your average person but he had a body like that, he had washed the lot down with some pots of coffee. The folks at SHIELD were very accommodating of unique dietary requires. If they could score him some Gamma radiation he'd love that. Eating was an enjoyable but timely process. He pitied the poor soul that ever had to examine his stool sample.

Now he was in the Helicarrier training room, adorned in some simple black & white trunks and regulation gloves. Feet were taped up too but that was really just a style thing. His hair was tied back and his teeth blocked from view by some very annoying black mouthguard. It was with a confident swagger that Primarch walked towards the ring before floating in. If you could fly, why not? His hands waved to the people watching as if he was in a Vegas stadium about the beat down Mike Tyson, which he did once a few years ago. About a woman of course.

The Irish Avenger Initiative Recruit took a moment to pry free the mouth guard before looking out at some of those assembled. "If he dies.....he dies." Classic Rocky! He practically had to hide the smile for getting out that one before putting back in the mouthguard and taking a few moments to make sure he was good and loose. His fists swung out at invisible opponents before his legs did the same. Krav Maga was his primary, but Lex was also a Master of Jiujitsu & Wrestling. Standing at over six feet tall and weighing over six hundred pounds he was an intimidating opponent in standard human terms. He had better reach then Bucky and he was stronger, it would allow him to control the fight. It was going to be fun if nothing else. That's all it was in the end, a bit of fun. Some spectacle for the others. Maybe even a little bonding. Surely they would be drinks bought afterward?

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