Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Jazilin

Jazilin Gwiberskarn of Bree-Land
| Name | Jazilin |
|---|---|
| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Hunter |
| Age | Young, late teens |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Wanders around Bree. |
| Kinship | Heirs of Ruin |
| Outward Appearance | Jazilin always wears a hood to mask her face, and this suspicious appearance has given her some trouble with the guards. She will NEVER wear a dress, and much prefers her comfortable hauberk. If her hood is removed, dark brown hair will be seen for as long as she allows her guard to be lowered. She has startling green eyes, much like the forest she spent much of her life walking in. She always has at least one sword at her side, and she will never appear without her trusty bow. Her swords never have names. They are always stolen, and always different. Her bow, however, is more dear to her than anything. It was given to her by a friend for her 17th birthday, as a replacement for the one that was burned as punishment for her crimes. |
|---|
Background
Jazilin is an anti social and stubborn girl. As a child, she mostly lived on her own, as her father travelled a lot. In the time when he was home, he would train her in different things such as knife-work and archery. These skills helped her hunt successfully.
Despite her good intentions, she often strays far from her goal and ends up getting herself in trouble. Her father helps keep her away from bad decissions, but Jaz doesn't listen often...
Jazilin tends to stand idly in the Pony. One might think she was asleep, but under her hood, her eyes dart around, collecting information she can use to her, or her friend's, advantage.
You may also see her wandering aimlessly in the woods of Middle Earth or standing, frozen, staring at something in the distance as if in a trance.
Jazilin gets irritated fairly quickly at pretty much anything. But she wasn't always a loose cannon. As a child, she was a sweet little girl. Something has changed inside her, though, and she is no longer that child. She will never say what happened that finally broke her...
| Friends | Few who count as real friends |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Father: Irad |
| Rivals/Enemies | Too many to list |
| Loves | Wolves, and nature in general. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Mostly everyone and everything, with few exeptions. |
| Motivation | She has no goal; she does what she wants, when she wants. |
| Quotes | "Sometimes silence is the best answer..." |
Jazilin's Adventures
| A Meeting of Wanderers | 13 years 10 months ago |
| Jazilin -- Old Journal of Childhood page 3 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Jazilin -- Old Journal of Childhood page 2 | 13 years 11 months ago |
| Jazilin -- Old Journal of Childhood | 13 years 11 months ago |
