- I'm still at the wondering phase.
My character's bio:Name
: Not sure but should be around 200 or so.Gender
:Athletic. Fair. Pitch-black wavy hair reaching the shoulders. Small doe-like eyes with black pupils. He is a half-elf, but looks very much like Men. He doesn't have pointy ears, but he can hear or see as good as any mature Elf. He is dressed completely in Lincoln Green, except for the Black boots and the belt around his waist.At times, he
covers his head withhis hood.Weapon
: An excellent archer. Carries a special bow presented to him by the King Thranduil himself.He can shoot in total darkness just by hearing the sounds. But his key skill is in swords. He carries a huge Mithril sword, Thrond. It is an heirloom, gifted to his father by the dwarves of the glittering caves after the end of the War of the Ring. As a token of alliance between the Elves and Dwarves. He is forbidden by the Law of the Greenwood-Elves to reveal the sword in any other situation other than battle. In using Thrond, he relies more on skill and agility than brute force.Other specialities
: Has been under the wizard Radagast's tutelage and can heal general wounds. Can talk to his horse by a special connection, yet unknown to others.Steed
: A coal-black female horse. Named Haefa
,short for Haefaniel (i.e. "Black" in Sindarin) Lari raised her since her birth. He doesn't see her like a steed. They're soul-mates.Personality
: Generally he is very gentle, soft-spoken and too formal when meeting anyone for the first time. One of the reasons why most people get turned-off by him and the correspondence doesn't last long. As a result, Lari feels guilty and is disheartened. There are a few though, once he gets to know someone better, he gradually overcomes the awkwardness. He is the shy kind, and that is all the more clear when talking to someone of the opposite sex. (quite the opposite of Aramir, eh?
)However, when it comes to swords or archery, though he may not show this on the outside,
he has a tendency to underestimate others. In his own mind!And though he is a fighter and has been in many duels and some ambushes, he always pities killing anyone. And he doesn't kill them unless there's no other way. He is in exile and always memories of his homeland bring only sadness to him. Once he get in a depression, no one but time can turn
him away from it. Ironically, sometimes when he is happy he can over-do somethings.
History and Background
: All details are unclear yet. But this will suffice for now:
His father is a close relative of Thranduil and so in a way, he's Royalty. His mother is a maiden from Rohan, daughter of a blacksmith. Many Elves didn't appreciate this vastly "unequal" marriage. And among these were one of Lari's uncles who was the next in line for the throne of Mirkwood, till Lari was born. As Lari grew this uncle concocted his plan and one fateful day, he carried it out. The details of the events of that day are not clear. It was
bloody and something that forced Lari to leave the Realm. Forever. His father went missing and his mother, frightened for her life, fled to Rohan. The King of Rohan, Eomer, didn't wished to give Lari refuge as he couldn't risk an enmity with the Mirkwood Elves, the kinsmen of his close friend, Legolas. What happened to Lari's father is yet unknown. But Lari still doesnt know about this and thinks his parents are still at Greenwood.Lari fled with Haefa and his few belongings onwards and westwards. Ten years he has been on the road more than half of which were spent in the woods, where he met many a peculiar characters. From his adventures Lari has come to know about a Life outside of his home. A life of adventure. And though he misses his home deeply, he wishes to see more of Middle-earth. Having visited many of the wonders in the west, he finally decided to move southwards to see the greatest city then, Minas Tirith.
Sorry, didn't see your posts earlier Tygarya and rwhen.
Yep, I won't be bringing Radagast in this now, it was just a mention.
Do others know Kitty's killed many men (thpugh acceptably, evil) before?
His song (with help from Xandarien):Nuin laiss galen dannol
Under the green falling leavespornen adh merchaint gelaidh
Drowned by shadows of great treesa ‘waew i chwestant am i thîr dîn
and wind that blew upon his faceadh lhoss voe, mathad hwîn
with a soft whisper, a faint touchIdhra pe se i ardhon?
He ponders if this is the world?Sui i lû hwiniant, min fuin
As the time whirls, in the dead of nightAthan morchant, athan achas
Beyond shadow, beyond fearaew am i ‘waew, reviol hall
birds upon the wind, flying highSe i ardhon aníra istol
This is the world he desires knowingSui tuiw tuiar fim
As buds sprout slenderEthuil tuiel a i Rhîw toba ech
Spring has sprouted and the winter covers itselfPe aglar calan egor eil geleb
If glory of morning or silver skylilthanner a ‘lennir a linner a nínianner
They danced and laughed and sang and criedI had hen adh i edair lîn oner
This place by thy fathers givenPen-iuithad anden pe sui ú alchor úthand daethad
Useless to him if as a shrine of untrue praiseAn sí dartha anuir, pêd an i ind dîn
For here he remains forever, he says to his inner thought.Ach alae! Ai Eryngalen nîn veleg!
But alas! Oh my mighty Greenwood! I ‘ell ú-dharthant aen anuir, ai am man theled?
The joy could not remain forever, oh for what purpose?I ardhon savant, i ardhon istas
The world he possessed, the world he knewmabannen adh man pen ben-astor?
Having been taken by what faithless person?ú-thell andin, furnir
It was not intended for him, they liedNíniant, níniant. I fuin han níniant!
He cried, he cried. That night he cried!A níniant angin, bo fuin bân athan
And he cried for you, on all nights beyondAch estel an atholed mîn arad
But hope for returning one day Pe an acharn thand erui am din
If for true vengeance alone upon themCenn naid odrim min ardhon sí
He saw many things in the world hererochben mist, haved bo i roch dîn
a wandering rider, sitting on his horseú ú-vain sui nauthant
not ugly as he thoughtach pe cíniel dan Lasgalen? ú!
but if it was seen against Lasgalen? No!Glam, feled íd
A tumultuous noise, a rare feelingir lêdh trî eryn úgen
when he travelled through an unseen woodEgnais bless. Celeth fim.
Peaks of grace. Slender streams.naid odrim an cenol, naid odrim an o nauthol
many things for seeing, many things for thinking aboutach ú vîn sui i aglar lîn
but not one like your glory ias tyss galen caedanner a yrn raithol
hall where green bushes lay down and trees reached highias sîdh a dhîn caedar anuir.
where peace and silence lay foreveri galen, i cuin, i geleb sílar
the green, the life, the silver shineod ias i Melain tiriar i eil.
from where the Valar watch the skyNa i lû han, ai Eryn Lasgalen veleg!
To that time, oh mighty Eryn Lasgalen!Novaer, novaer, novaer
Be well, be well, be well