Name: Vidárion Siriondil

Age: Seventeen.

Race: Human, from south-western Gondor. Dol Amroth, to be exact, a coastland on the western bank of the Bay of Belfalas.

Gender: Male.

Horse: Like most things Vidárion owns, his horse is a hand-me-down, though he is in no way complaining. You see, once his eldest brother Tarothiel became a teenager, he was granted a new steed as a birthday present. All of the other boys already had horses, so Pepper (as he was simply named) was passed onto Vidárion, though he was only just born and could not ride him. However, as Vidárion grew older, he would visit the stables almost every day and spend most of his time with the old stallion, forming an inseperable bond. Pepper is a dark grey and black dappled horse (hence the name). His feet and muzzle fade entirely to a coal color, matching his mane and tail. He is a mild-mannered horse and will take to almost anyone. Pepper is very affectionate and protective of his master. He has lived many years, but Vidárion fears he may be on his last leg.

Appearance: Vidárion stands at about 5'9'' and has a very wispy, willowy frame. He has very feminine attributes which are not the best to have when growing up in a male-dominated household. His face is long and slender, as is his nose. His cheekbones are high and sharp, and his eyes are almond shaped and a pale blue/grey color. Vidárion's hair is a dark reddish brown color and falls just to his shoulders. It is pin-straight and he parts it to the side, though that doesn't matter much, considering he has a hard time taming it. It is constantly windblown and whipping around his face. His skin is smooth and pale like ivory, having little-to-no blemishes. He has a very ethereal look and aura about him and if he only had pointed ears, could very easily pass as an elf. His lips are soft, pink and plump, his top being slightly larger than his bottom. Vidárion's brows are usually furrowed as he is almost always deep in thought, or in some far-off distant place inside his mind. All of his clothes are hand-me-downs and not one article fits him properly. He usually wears a pair of simple pants paired with an oversized peasant shirt of his color choice. His boots are by far his favorite piece of clothing. They belonged to his father once-upon-a-time. They are brown and leather and fit him snugly, coming up to just under his knees.

Personality: Being a gentle soul, Vidárion never erupts in anger and in fact, seems to have no temper at all. He is very quiet, hardly ever speaking, even when spoken to. He spends most of his day dreaming of far-off places and brooding over his life. When he is around most other people, he feels extremely uncomfortable and does his best to get away as soon as possible (the one exception being his cousin Phaustas). He would much rather spend his time around plants and animals with which he finds it much easier to bond with. He is the most non-confrontational person you will ever meet, avoiding it at all costs. Vidárion has a hard time seeing the bad in people and is too forgiving for his own good. Too often Vidárion feels misplaced and is constantly soul-searching for his role in this world. While Vidárion may seem aloof and cold, he feels very deeply, probably more deeply than most human beings, but also is uncomfortable expressing his emotions most times, therefore keeps them to himself. He is very intuitive and seems to have something akin to a sixth sense, though he usually brushes these feelings or thoughts aside and very rarely vocalises them. Vidárion is a people pleaser and will do almost anything if asked. He has been labeled as a pushover by many of his brothers and usually is quite uncomplicated but he does have certain personal boundries that he will cross for almost no one.


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I may add a history later, but I'm going to hold off on it right now, just so that there is more for you guys to discover about Vidárion as the roleplay(s) progress. :tombombadil: