Abrazimir Dimaethor /Abrazimir of Lond Côl.
Like all pure-blooded Dunedain, Abrazimir is tall and sturdy. He is grey-eyed as is the custom, with hazel locks diligently groomed into a bun or ponytail. He is broad shouldered, with long arms, and sports various scars as proof of deed and valour in battle.
Abrazimir was raised in a noble household, being literate, attentive to the civic virtues, and enjoying a relative degree of comfort when not on military duty. However, his noble family’s failing wealth has led to recent descendants of this bloodline to actually have to sully
their hands with work and crafts to keep afloat, garnering Abrazimir a determined, obedient work ethic. His father is still a vocal proponent of traditionalism, often being the sole voice within the household, leading to Abrazimir adopting a more stoic, quiet manner of speech as a result of this upbringing.
Abrazimir (sindarin. Mîrhimon) was born (2990TA) the son and heir of Lord Zâinabên (s. Cemmion) Dimaethor, a minor Lord and fiefholder of Dol Amroth, and his wife Orelnith of Lebennin. One of three children to the aging Swan Knight, he has an older sister Zorzimril (s. Mîrnorriniel) who adheres to their father’s preaching of Dunedain nobility and a younger, more idealistic sister, Azraindil (s. Gaerlothriel).
As a young man, Abrazimir was swept up in the tales of the great wars of Gondor and its long struggle against the dark. Being the most recent member of a long line of warriors and knights, it was well known to Abrazimir the path he wished to take upon reaching adulthood, leaving behind the dusty shelves and moss-grown fields of his decaying home to make the trek to Minas Tirith, where he pledged himself in service to the Steward, working his way up the ranks until a transfer to the elite Swam Knights of Dol Amroth, under the command of Prince Imrahil. He undertook many other adventures during his tenure, such as raids against Umbar or within Ithilien itself.
During the War of the Ring, he accompanied the Prince to the defence of Minas Tirith, where he bravely fought at both the gate house and upon the field of Pelennor, earning distinction, though severely wounded in the aftermath. Present at the coronation of King Elessar, to whom his father Lord Zâinabên had actually served under in his youth while the King utilized His Thorongil persona, Abrazimir considers himself a faithful and loyal knight to the Crown of Gondor, ready to continue defending its border and people against all threats.
Like many proud houses of Dor-En-Ernil and Gondor as a whole, Dimaethor claimed its roots and foundations to the mythical Second Age of the world, where explorers out of Númenor that is now lost had come upon this ideal patch of land and there built a settlement. This settlement, through immigration and later political refugee seekers, had grown for a time into a flourishing town and agricultural basin, the ground fertile and lush from the various run off streams and rivers that came down from the White Mountains of the north or the hills of Dol Amroth to the east.
Once it had been great and flourishing, with many thousands dwelling at ease and in prosperity there. It served as the market town and center of trade for incoming and outgoing traffic through the Golden Harbour. From the north came iron ores, tin, precious metals, silks and capital. From the west came exquisite furs, wool, cotton, and rich timber for the shipyards upon the Anduin. From the east, dried fruits, ginger, olive oils and aromatics. And from the south that is now cut off came myrrh, frankincense, balsam, saffron, pepper and ivory. Every commodity under the waking sun and sinking moon could have been found there and the Lords of Dimaethor were counted among the richest and prestigious Houses in all of Gondor, their fame stretching upon the north and southern coasts of the Belfalas.
But that was merely a glorious memory of the past.
The period of time, known now as the Treason of Dimaethor, had all but bankrupted the family. Its proud legacy, of boasting direct descent from the original founders from Númenor through father to son, was broken in the Kin-Strife of the seventeenth century and with them went much of its vigor and power. Traitors blood and corrupted they were now deemed, having grown decadent in their wealth and arrogance. To the aid of Castamir the Usurper they had sent much, wealth and levies, but neither returned, either as bounty or in payment. All that came was a decree of punishment, the reduction of their fiefs, the fining of their wealth, the loss of title and rank. Little by little, over the course of a millennia, the passage of power and riches was reversed. Trade went elsewhere as tariffs were risen to pay off the extortionist fine and penalty for their disloyalty. Respect all but dissipated, replaced with mistrust and jeering. Even the very land seemed to turn against them, as streams dried up or were diverted in the growing age of the world. The land became less fertile and families removed elsewhere, forgoing fealty for bounty.
Dimaethor lost everything and all that remained were a few decrypt ruins, relics of their past, which now seemed unobtainable, but never forgotten. The current ruling family, descended through lesser linages, did all they could to survive and strive on. Family jewels and heirlooms were sold. For the first time since their founding, the Lords and Ladies of Dimaethor were reduced to taking up a trade to further supplant their meagre incomes, dwindling more by each passing year. Less commoners were there to work the land, so the Dimaethor folk took up the burden. Their name and home were only considered daunting, for they were a family known to be calculating and ruthless in determination to regain what they had lost.
Many might further think it a fair punishment for their treason, even if it be far back in the annals of history. Many generations worth of reputation was crushed by a single Lord’s decision, in the space of a decade, to support the wrong sovereign.
Only one aspect of Dimaethor remained consistent through the failing of the Line of Kings and the rise of the House of Stewards, for which they were allowed to continue as minor nobles rather than disgraced as dispossessed traitors. To the service of the Prince of Dol Amroth, to whom they ever claimed fealty to, they always sent the required levies and tribute of coin and harvest, placing such a necessity above their own comfort and well-being even. Its warriors were strong and hardened by their destitute backgrounds. No generation had there been since the days of the Usurper where there had not been a Swan Knight risen from its midst. And in accordance with the ancient feudal contract long ago signed, they kept in trust with their league-fellows across the water the maintenance and upkeep of the river fortress.