By some chance the blood of Númenor runs true in you, nearly as much as it does among the royals of Gondor and Arthedain. You are one of the Dúnedain, or Men of Westernesse. Tall, dark-haired and grey-eyed, and more noble in spirit and body than other Men despite the fading of your kind. You possess the gift of foresight to some degree, though it is not infallible nor predictable. You are stronger in body than any among mortal Men, and in lifespan you can expect to live two centuries or more.
You inspire those around you by your mere presence, and can ward off the effects of fear on your men. You have some innate talent for the healing of wound and hurt. There is an innate air of authority to you, like the Kings themselves, and even those who have never met you will at least recognize it. You can seemingly without effort give great and inspiring speeches.