Lorrendor Hauland
Treasure Hunter for Hire
Student of the Arcane
This is a work in progress.
Lorrendor's Story
Born in a small Gridanian woodland settlement, Lorrendor enjoyed exploring the woods from an early age and listening to the tales of passing hunters and adventurers.
As he grew older his natural gift for the bow and hunting became apparent. He kept his settlement safe by culling wildlife that grew beyond safe numbers, and provided a ready supply of game for the table.
When his small settlement was attacked by marauding undead, not only did he help turn the tide of battle but managed to slay the necromancer who had raised the creatures. Thus Lorrendor learned to hunt not only beasts but monsters and men who proved themselves a danger to his settlement and those he cared for.
His actions against the undead earned Lorrendor a place with the God's Quiver bow, where he served briefly until an event that forever changed him. Leaving the God's Quiver and Gridania, Lorrendor travelled across Eorzea. It was while in Ishgard that Lorrendor not only learned how to use a gun, but also many Ishgardian habits and affectations, including manners, speech and fashions.
Currently Lorrendor resides in a small apartment in Ul'dah, perfect for those times when he has to 'lock up and leave', sometimes for weeks on end.
Very recently Lorrendor has begun to pursue both the alchemical and arcane arts and shifted his focus to reuniting lost treasures with their owners. For a fee of course!
About Lorrendor
Stats
Age: Indeterminate, but appears to be in his 40s
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6 fm, 5 im
Weight: 183 pz
Build: Slim
Personality
Lorrendor is quiet and unassuming, often preferring to remain in the background.
He's friendly when approached, but shy in approaching others in a social setting.
Lorrendor will go out of his way to help anyone he considers a friend, or even a stranger needing aid.
Lorrendor can be quite pessimistic, he often expects the worst.
Relationships
None as yet.
Out of Character
I'm male, 55 and live in South Australia, so my timezone is +9 GMT
I enjoy role play when ever I can, but am rather shy about walking up.
I expect role play and OOC interactions be LGBTQ+ friendly.
Looking for friends not only for role play, but simply to play Final Fantasy with and to hang out with.
Loss and a vow
Her name was Ahctwyda Wahtwyn, River Willow, Daughter of the guard. She'd come to Gridania via Limsa Lominsa and had fallen in love with the forests. She and Lorrendor met while he served with the God's Quiver and she with the Wood Wailers. The lanky Elezen archer and the tall, toned Roegadyn lancer formed an unlikely friendship which blossomed into something more.
The Ixali attack was strong, and though it hadn't broken through the line held by the Wood Wailers and God's Quiver, it had splintered it. Fighting had devolved into a number small intense skirmishes. Felling a Ixali Boldwing with an arrow to the throat Lorrendor spied Ahctwyda locked in battle with three Ixali. Sprinting towards her, he was unable to shoot at her assailants for fear of hitting her, Ahctwyda twirled and thrust her lance, keeping two at bay but one spying an opportunity, cleaved her in a low sweeping motion of it's curved sword. Lorrendor screamed her name as she shuddered, her lower half stained crimson as her life poured from her. Knees buckling, her fall lasted an eternity for Lorrendor. He loosed arrow after arrow as he ran, still screaming. Fate had dealt a savage blow in the final moments of a battle already won.
She lay on her back, legs bent, still gripping her lance. Eyes open, an expression of surprise, more than pain etched into her features. Lorrenodr simply knelt, tears leaving tracks on his dirt smudged face. He looked at her a moment longer and then leaned over and gently closed her eyes. "I'm sorry.." he whispered in her ear. "I failed you my love.."
He lay next to her, staining his armor with her blood. Holding her, he whispered words of love. Approaching footsteps and a voice calling his name intruded on his grief. Gently, as though afraid he might hurt her, Lorrendor released Ahctwyda and spoke the words that have carried him ever since. "Never again, shall I fail anyone. Never. This I vow my love"