Name: Cearo
Homeland: Rohan
Description: About 5'4", long red hair, green eyes, slender but well-muscled, hands show she's used to a life of hard work
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Weapons/powers/skills (optional): Carries a dagger, can use a short sword, and thanks to her foster brothers she's good at hand-to-hand combat
History: She grew up a few days' walk from Fangorn. Parents and two younger brothers died when she was fifteen, she was taken in by a nearby family with seven sons. Their reactions to her coming were mixed. The eldest two didn't much like her at all, the younger of the two, Brego, much more open with his scorn. She had a very close relationship with the third and fourth sons, Helm and Aelfrid, respectively, becoming especially close to Aelfrid as he was only one year older than her. The other three boys were young enough they didn't much care one way or the other. One year after she arrived, a daughter, Wilone, was born to her foster parents. Cearo formed a tight bond with Wilone, who she considers a sister.
Trouble began when she turned twenty nine months ago. Both Brego and Aelfrid made their desire to court her known. Brego's interest took her and everyone else by surprise. Aelfrid's interest was a surprise to her alone. She wanted nothing to do with Brego, who looked at her like a piece of choice meat, and she didn't want her friendship with Aelfrid to change. She went to live with Helm and his wife, hoping putting distance between her and the two men would help the situation, but neither lost interest. She did eventually agree to give Aelfrid a chance after being worn down by Helm, friends, and people in the nearby village. There were worse things to start a marriage on than friendship, she reasoned, and there wasn't anyone else she had any interest in. Brego, angry, took her by surprise not far from the house one night when she was visiting her foster family and tried to rape her. The family heard her screams and got there before Brego was able to succeed. Their father immediately disowned him and banished him from the family.
Cearo left two days later, wanting to get away from the whole situation. Her initial plan was to head south to Edoras and try to make a fresh start there. Partway there, she decided to leave Rohan behind altogether and turned east. The stories her parents had told her when she was a child spoke of elves living in beautiful kingdoms in the east. Maybe she could find one of them.
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Cearo sat down in the long grass, mentally sighing with relief at the shade the grass provided against the afternoon sun. She would have traveled by night but as a woman, alone, she didn't dare take that chance, and that there were orcs about made it even more dangerous. What was happening, that orcs now roamed the lands freely, stealing horses and killing at will? Why wasn't the King doing anything? She had heard from Helm, Algar, and Aelfrid when they returned from their three months on patrol about the desolate, burned-out villages they had come across and the terrified farm families who had lost almost everything to the maruding orcs. For safety, she hid herself in a tree every night.
She wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve and pulled her sack into her lap to get out her water skin. Sweet Bema, she needed a drink! She needed to carefully ration her water, though. She wasn't sure when she'd find a stream next and she hadn't yet figured out a good way to collect the dew each night that would allow her to pour it into her water skin the next morning.
"Helm and Aelfrid would know," she murmured, smiling sadly. She missed them so much it hurt sometimes and she would have given anything to be back with them and Wilone and Elfhild, Helm's wife, and her three younger brothers and their parents. If only everything hadn't gone wrong.
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