Lotho Took Hobbit Scout

Age: 45

Race: Fallohide Hobbit.

Appearance:

3'7", 65lb.

Light brown curly hair on head and feet, no beard.

Prefers to wear light greens, apart from a greyish greenish cloak he wraps closely around himself.

History:

For a while now, hobbits have been moving towards the Shire; being hobbits, most of them at a nice easy pace. Some of them so easy that they ended up settling in the areas they passed through. Lotho Took was one of these hobbits. He found that he liked the hills and the woods, and that he enjoyed a campfire almost as much as a hearth. Since youth, he'd taken part in competitions of archery and stone throwing, and been good at them.

Looking for fresh water early one morning, he came across a doorway set in a hill, covered by ivy and bracken; opening it, he walked into a deserted two-man outpost, long since abandoned by the Dwarves who hollowed it out. He decided then and there to take a rest from the road. A few weeks of work made a comfortable hobbit hole from the outpost.

A few years passed, Lotho promising himself each day that soon he'd depart to catch up on his friends and family. Affable and cheerful like most hobbits, he worked as a scout and tracker for men of all kinds in the meantime. Friendly though he was, he kept enough of a distance not to get involved in any of their disputes. Before he realised it, 6 years were gone, and the hobbit hole in the hills the home he'd known longest. A decision had to be made; he did miss the company of other hobbits. Perhaps some time spent in the wilderness would help clear his midn, and tell him if he really was willing to leave what had become his home.

Demeanor:

Lotho is friendly and cheerful like most hobbits, but 6 years of living alone and having few close friends outside of those he hunts and tracks with have made him quieter and more subdued. He is reasonably talkative and helpful, but steers clear of personal matters and politics, and is wary of becoming too closely associated with any person or group in case he is caught up in a conflict or argument that doesn't involve him. He knows well that he's not a fighter.

He likes full meals and a warm bed, but he likes them all the better when contrasted against a bedroll and a campfire. He takes pride in his scouting and hunting abilities, sometimes to the extent that he forgets they are a means rather than an end.

Vanished from the camp one morning, nodody knows where he went...