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Postby fzmousie » Thu May 29, 2003 7:23 pm

<b>Kaatarah Demonstar</b><BR><BR>Race: Half-elf, half-demon<BR><BR>Weapons: Two daggers and a short sword.<BR><BR>Notable features: Looks more like an elf than a demon, except for her tail, which she often uses like an extra hand. She also has wings, which are often mistaken for a cape. The combination of demon/elf blood (two races which prefer to remain hidden from the world) has given Kaatarah the unique ability to shapeshift. She prefers the form of an elven woman with jet black hair and blue eyes.<BR><BR>Eyes: Change according to her mood. When at rest, Kaatarah's eyes are a piercing blue. However, they darken to purple and then to red as she becomes agitated.<BR><BR>Height: 5'6"<BR><BR>Dress: Brown tunic, with brown doeskin breaches. Black suede hunting boots. Black leather belt, with three brown leather pouches: one for small monies, one for healing herbs, and one for Lilith (see skills, below). Wears two additional pouches inside her tunic: one for larger monies, and one for a small blue stone which her mother gave her.<BR><BR>Magical skills: The most notable thing about Kaatarah is her ability to disappear. This has nothing to do with magic, however, as she does not physically vanish. Rather, she will shift into some miniscule being to avoid detection, usually it is a demon-pixie, or some other fairy creature.<BR>Kaatarah has the ability to heal others, but seems unable to use this skill on herself. She keeps this as a bargaining tool, and rarely makes a display of it. She has moderate telepathic abilities, but only uses them out of necessity. <BR>The young demon-elf has also practiced necromancy in the past, however, her pathetic lack of skill caused her to give up this form. She has the theoretical ability to raise the dead, but has never successfully completed a spell. Her typical subjects will twitch momentarily before exloding.<BR><BR>Kaatarah travels with a familiar, a small mouse she calls Lilith. Lilith and Kaat communicate telepathically.<BR><BR>Bio/history:<BR>Kaatarah knew only her mother, and knew her for only 8 years. She was the daughter of Jaeldriel Moonstar, a beautiful elf with a penchant for things of the darkworld. She was not a dark elf, but given the chance, she could turn.<BR>Kaatarah knew her father was a demon. It was a fact that could hardly be denied, given her obvious differences. She had never met him, and until she was 8 years old, she had never even seen him. He disappeared with her mother to the underworld, and she never saw either again.<BR>That was a long time ago.<BR>Kaatarah is at least 3000 years old, but will give no further information. She appears to be in her early 20's, but when asked her age, the young elf will most often reply "older than you."<BR><BR>Kaatarah is very curt and usually sarcastic. She will never give a two word answer when one will suffice.
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Postby SorceressintheGoldenWood » Fri May 30, 2003 9:43 am

<b>My different characters:</b><BR>Durfindel Hinahecil - Elven sorceress<BR>Moralkar Taurehiril - Durfindel's apprentice<BR>Narkano Gwathdraug - Durfindel's husband<BR>Iluve Telaratari - Durfindel's daughter<BR>Serenity - Moralkar's daughter<BR><BR><b>My character profiles:</b><BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Iluve Telaratari<BR><b>Alias:</b> -<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf - Moriquendi<BR><b>Born:</b> 100 - 150 years after the Ring of Power was destroyed<BR><b>Height:</b> 5'6"<BR><b>Build:</b> Athletic, very elegent<BR><b>Occupation:</b> A sorceress like her mother, she wanders from place to place looking for something...a purpose, a haven, whatever is needed at the moment.<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single<BR><b>Appearance:</b> She has a fair complexion and her hair is a dark brown, almost black color. Her eyes are a very deep green.<BR><b>Markings:</b> -<BR><b>Outfit:</b> A very dark red tunic and black pants and knee high boots. Wears a long hooded black cloak at times.<BR><b>Possessions/Weapons:</b> A sword of Elvish design - a black hilt with silver phoenix across it, and a slightly curved blade. A dagger - simple design with black hilt. And two fighting knives - very long slender blades with gold script running down the length of them, leather wrapped hilt.<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> A black and white paint mare(mostly black with a white mane and tail), heavy feathering on the legs, long mane and tail, and strong build.<BR><b>Skills:</b> She is a sorceress like her mother and grandmother before her, skilled tracker, fighter, and leader. Best with the sword but will also use double fighting knives.<BR><b>Personality:</b> <BR><b>Biography:</b> <BR><b>Parents:</b> She is the only daughter of Narkano and Durfindel.<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Durfindel Hinahecil (Meaning: dark-haired, child-outcast)<BR><b>Alias:</b> Raven<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf - Calaquendi<BR><b>Born:</b> Born in Valinor before the crossing of the Elves to Middle-earth.<BR><b>Height:</b> 5'7" <BR><b>Build:</b> Slender, slightly curvy<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Sorceress<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Married<BR><b>Children:</b> A daughter - Iluve Telaratari.<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Durfindel has fair skin and raven black hair that goes to her lower back. Her eyes change color with her emotions but are usually green.<BR><b>Markings:</b> A long scar running from her lower left shoulder to the right side of her waist, it was from a near fatal wound, very few know of it. <BR><b>Outfit:</b> Durfindel tries to go unnoticed so she often wears a cloak as black as night. But beneath is a garnet color shirt, tight fitting, and matching brown pants and knee high leather boots.<BR><b>Possessions/Weapons:</b> She has many knives: two boot knives, two slender blades behind her waist, throwing knives beneath her wrist guards, a fighting knife at her waist, a sword(Serkekano: meaning in Quenya, blood-commander) which is set with a ruby of very strong power. More on the ruby - The ruby is set into the hilt of her sword. When the sword is used she can call upon the ruby's power, she can call the blood out of the body of who the sword is used on, causing a much swifter death. Also if she should set her hand on the ruby and call it's full power she can kill anyone within sight. But the ruby can also be used for healing. If the sword is placed on a wound it will heal instantly.<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> A black horse from the South, called Helevorn, meaning 'black glass'.<BR><b>Skills:</b> She is a fully trained sorceress and has the ability to cast some powerful spells, but she usually will not use her powers. Also a good archer but best at sword and knife fighting.<BR><b>Personality:</b> Will be very quiet at times, she keeps mostly to herself. But sometimes she will open up and speak very deeply with those closest to her. When she is on an assassation she can become very cold and remote. Her true self is seen only in the presence of her daughter Iluve.<BR><b>Biography:</b> Born in the bliss of Valinor, she is the first born daughter of Galadriel. Her father is not Celeborn, she was born before Galadriel's marrige to Celeborn. After Durfindel left Valinor she spent many years in wandering Middle-earth. At some time in her life she learned sorcery from the Istari. She learned quickly and is now a very powerful sorceress. <BR><b>Parents:</b> She is the first born daughter of Galadriel. Her father is not Celeborn, she was born before Galadriel's marrige to Celeborn.<BR><b>Siblings:</b> -<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Moralkar Taurehiril (Meaning: dark-glory, forest lady)<BR><b>Alias:</b> River<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf - Moriquendi<BR><b>Born:</b> 250 - 200 years before the Ring of Power was destroyed.<BR><b>Height:</b> 5'8"<BR><b>Build:</b> Slender<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Apprentice<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single<BR><b>Children:</b> A daughter - Serenity.<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Moralkar has darker skin and medium length black hair that has a slight red color to it. Her eyes are a deep brown. She is slightly alike in appearence to those of Harad.<BR><b>Markings:</b> A small scar across her right forearm she got from fighting with her brother.<BR><b>Outfit:</b> She wears a dark brown fitted shirt and matching pants, also has a black cloak similar to Durfindel's. Has a necklace given to her by her mother that she never takes off, a star shaped diamond on a long mithril chain.<BR><b>Possessions/Weapons:</b> A long-bow from Lorien, two throwing knives, and the sword given to her by Durfindel. The sword is one made in the earlly years of Middle Earth by the Elven smiths, it has Quenya engraved on the blade. The inscription says, "Celeb Nar" meaning "silver-fire".<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> Culadune, a deep brown mare from the Elvish stables. She has four white feet and a patch of white on her left flank.<BR><b>Skills:</b> Moralkar is a skilled archer and tracker. She is training under Durfindel to become a sorceress. Moralkar has already developed skills in sorcery beyond what most thought she could, this has caused some to wonder who her parents were.<BR><b>Biography:</b> Moralkar Taurehiril, who is often called just Mora, is the apprentice of the sorceress Durfindel. She has been under her strict training since seventeen. It was when she was seventeen that she was found by Narkano. She had been found wandering in the woods after being separated from her twin brother. Moralkar and her brother, Thaurrauko, had been living on their own since the murder of their parents when they were only nine. But when orc raiders came and burned their town they fled and lost eachother. After many days of searching for Thaurrauko Moralkar collapsed. Narkano found her there and brought her to Durfindel knowing she could bring out the talent he sensed in the child. <BR><b>Parents:</b> Unknown, she can remember little about them. All that she has to remind her is the necklace her mother gave her.<BR><b>Siblings:</b> Moralkar has not seen her brother since the day they were separated in the woods. But she feels that he is still alive and looking for her.<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Narkano Gwathdraug (Meaning: fire-commander, shadow-wolf)<BR><b>Alias:</b> Imanca<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf - Calaquendi<BR><b>Born:</b> Before the darkening of Valinor.<BR><b>Height:</b> 6'1"<BR><b>Build:</b> Muscular, very strong<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Spy<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Married - to Durfindel<BR><b>Appearance:</b> He has fair skin and short dark brown(almost black) hair, his eyes are a deep brown in color.<BR><b>Makings:</b> Several small scars across his chest.<BR><b>Outfit:</b><BR><b>Possessions/Weapons:</b> <BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> After the death of Culromen, the horse given to him by Durfindel, he took a horse of the Elvish stables. The horse is a sorrel with a flaxen mane and tail, has a star hidden by a long forelock. Imanca named him Rampalan, meaning 'wander far and wide'.<BR><b>Skills:</b><BR><b>Personality:</b> Very quiet and caring. He is very brave in battle and in times of danger he is protective of those he loves, such is the case with Durfindel and their daughter Iluve. Is light-hearted and almost playful at times.<BR><b>Biography:</b><BR><b>Parents:</b> He is the son youngest of Feanor and Nerdanel, taking mostly after his mother in personality.<BR><b>Siblings:</b> His seven brothers are - Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, and Amras.
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Postby LadyEdana » Fri May 30, 2003 10:27 am

<b>Lady Edana Rós:</b><BR>Nick Names: Thorn, Brier, Moonchild, Thistle<BR>Race: Daoine Sidhe(elf)<BR>Soul: A deep blue stone magically shrunk and set in the middle of a silver triskele<BR>Age: 147<BR>Appearance: Long med. Brown hair with red highlights, green eyes, fair high face, pointed ears(duh), 6’5”, extremely beautiful.<BR>Talents/skills: singing, harp (can be a magical enchantment), swordswoman, healer, animal telepathy, magic.<BR>Weapons: Silver Long sword, 2 silver dirks(1 strapped to each leg usually), Long bow, "Deòairfid" Fire Ring of Music’s Life(causes enchantment, or brings life to music).<BR>Animals: Horse(an Each)-Neala; 3 Cwn Annwn(hounds)-Anty, Lann, and Brice; white Falcon-Devnet.<BR>Outfit: Court-Long, flowing deep blue/silver dress; black velvet cape with silver satin lining; slippers. Riding/Adventuring-Leather breaches; tunic; black wool cape; brown/green wool cape; thigh-high boots.<BR>Personality: She is very spunky and never wants to be left out. She is very anxious to get out and do what is right. She loves working with animals. She is skilled in some magic, but what she knows she knows good. She is a flirt, easiest way to put it. She is cautious at first, but once you gain her trust she is there for you, but beware if you betray her she is the worst enemy.<BR>History: Parents were banished to mortal realm, but she returned upon reaching adulthood and gained favor again. She has since started Druidess training, and caught the eye of Prince Tiernan, but is playing hard to get.
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Postby Teherin » Mon Jun 02, 2003 7:08 am

Character name and Bio for Tallain :<BR><BR><b>Real Name :</b> Tallain Ghârduin<BR><BR><b>Known As : </b>Tallain<BR><BR><b>Race: </b>Human (east)<BR><BR><b>Gender: </b>Male<BR><BR><b>Age: </b>25<BR><BR><b>Height: </b> 5’10’’<BR><BR><b>Hair : </b>dark<BR><BR><b>Eyes : </b>hazel, flecked with green<BR><BR><b>Occupation: </b>Wanderer and adventurer – currently Mithril Knight in training<BR><BR><b>Weapons : </b>longbow and arrows, short swords<BR><BR><b>Possessions : </b>not many – saddle bags and weapons mainly<BR><BR><b>Garments : </b>dark leather trousers, knee high worn travel boots, black shirt, a jerkin with some complex embroidery denoting his house<BR><BR><b>At First glance : </b> <BR>Tallain appears wary at first meeting. He is small for his people and is fairly defensive about his height. His hair is long and is kept generally tied back with a leather thing. In the manner of his people, he wears an earring in one ear only, and has complex henna tattoos on his back (not that you would necessarily see those <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)<BR>Tallain is actually extremely unlike his Easterling heritage. He is honest and open and actually loves the thrill of travel and the open road. He is also extremely courteous and has a tendency to defend those less able to defend themselves. He has not met many elves so is generally quite unsure of how to act around these mythical creatures who have always stood against everything his people stood for, but he is open enough to want to get to know what others are about. He has recently arrived in this area from the east and has not seen many hobbits at all. He is generally quite shy around human women and has not had many ‘encounters’ with them.<BR>He looks battle ready and is useful in a fight, being quick and agile. His preference s for ranged combat although he is comfortable in fighting with dual short swords should hand to hand combat arise.<BR><BR><b>History : </b><BR><BR>Tallain is the youngest son in a family of 12 (8 sons, 4 daughters). His father is a lord amongst his peoples and has 3 wives. Tallain was born to the youngest of these and was always the ‘baby’. He has one direct sibling - a sister called Luabrilla (Bright Moon) but his mother had no other children. Usually the fact that a wife only bore her husband 2 children would often mean she could be laid aside by her husband, but she managed to maintain her husband's interest through her heritage, her gentle disposition and the fact that he was always bewitched by her. <BR>Tallain's father never really had much time for him as he was often interested in pursuits that did not involve much combat, such as music and reading. He was not puny however, and found he was quick and able despite his size. <BR>Since adolescence he has found he has an ability to empathise with emotions – this is thought to have come from his mother’s side, as she has some unusual heritages that are thought to possibly trace back to distant Elven ancestry. He can ‘feel’ emotions, and this has led him to be calm in the face of anger and sometimes be able to diffuse situations. However this ability has also set him apart as he was seen as a ‘sissy’ by his more warlike brothers.<BR>He can read and write, and is good with the written word when he finds the time. He was trained in the fighting arts but always preferred a bow, another thing his father found strange. He is not interested in politics at all and finds the whole idea of governing frightening.<BR><BR>At 22 (3 days before his 22nd birthday in fact) he left his home in the Eastern lands to seek adventure to the West. He had heard many stories of strange and mythical beings such as Elves and little people, and yearned to discover if they were true.<BR>He took up with a group of travellers who were looking for an escort around the Dark Lands to the West – here he fought his first combat against roving bands of orcs and barely made it through alive. He does not like Orcs and finds them distasteful and something to be slain at will.<BR>For 2 years he has been wandering – he has seen and met several Elves but still feels very uncertain about how to behave around them. He is particularly fascinated by those who do not have the traditional Easterling appearance – i.e. fair hair and eyes.<BR>He is an honest and reliable sort and due to his ability often reads events and the people involved in these very adroitly, but he is only beginning to learn to trust his gift and still often acts without thinking, especially when it comes to injustice and those less able to defend themselves being attacked or put in danger.<BR><BR><b>Additional Family information</b><BR><BR>Tallain's mother was what the Easterling culture term a 'Wanderer', similar in traits and culture to the Romany of Europe. She is darkly exotic and captured his father's attention when performing dances and songs for him. It is she who gave Tallain his interest in reading and writing, and also in music and the tales of the West. It was also her legacy that gave him his 'gift' – her own family had many instances of the ‘sight’ that ranged from being able to empathise strongly with others, to full-blown visions and trances of the future. His mother has never, ever discussed this side of her family with him. She was always aware of his gift and realised once he reached manhood, that it would forever set him apart from his siblings, she therefore did everything in her power to encourage him to leave as she believes he would be safer in the West. <BR>She is also convinced that he has a destiny to fulfil, a task to perform, that would never be accomplished amongst his family - she also believes that he is the cause for her not bearing further children, but would never have told him that either.
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Postby Léanë » Sat Jun 07, 2003 12:31 pm

<b><u>PLEASE NOTE:</u> This is a Role Play Character owned by Lady_Galadriel786</b><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><b>(<i>Léanë’s history was written in the year 3 F.A.</i>)</b><BR><BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Léanë al Móras (pronounced Lee-ANH-eh al MOOR-as) <BR><b>Race:</b> Man <BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Birthplace:</b> Rohan<BR><b>Age:</b> 19 <BR><BR><b>Physical Appearance:</b> She is the kind of woman that men looked at twice. And women, too, for that matter. It is not that Léanë is very beautiful. She is not. But she has that indefinable something that made her special and different and caused heads to turn wherever she went.<BR>A tall young woman of about 5’11”, and slender, she has a willowy figure and legs that are long and shapely. Her thick, golden-brown hair is shoulder-length, usually tied back, but sometimes worn full and loose around her heart-shaped face. This is a little too bony to be called pretty, but the smooth forehead and high, slanting cheekbones, sharp as blades, gives her the look of a thoroughbred, as does the finely drawn aristocratic nose sprinkled faintly with freckles. She has a wide Irish mouth, with a full, somewhat voluptuous bottom lip, and a lovely smile that filled her face with radiance, but it is her eyes that fascinated and compelled. They are large, widely set, and of an unusual pale grey the colour of chalcedony, their marvellous transparency emphasised by the dark brows arched above them. They are highly intelligent eyes, and filled with a determination that can easily turn steely at times, but there is also laughter in them and sometimes a hidden recklessness.<BR><BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single<BR><BR><b>Occupation:</b> Blademaster; Weaponsmith; Training to be a Mithril Knight<BR><BR><b>Outfit:</b> Black jerkin with a wide flaring collar and three-quarter sleeves, laced up in front, over a white shirt with longer, slightly voluminous sleeves; black form-fitting pants and black boots that comes up to her knees. Black cloak and hood, worked on randomly in silver thread, that glimmer faintly when they catch the sun or moonlight. She will wear dresses and/or skirts from time to time, but she does not favour them.<BR><BR><b>Skills Include:</b> Smithing; Reading, writing and speaking languages – mainly Westron and Rohirric, but she has a reasonable grasp on Sindarin, and knows a few words in Quenya, as well as reading Dwarf Runes; horseback riding; sword-play; wielding a staff; throwing daggers and knives; hand-to-hand combat.<BR><BR><b>Weapons:</b> A long-sword, Hailëne; made by her father and given to her on her 16th birthday<BR>A quarterstaff, made of oak<BR>Two wrist knives, and two daggers hidden in her boots<BR>A shield, painted dark blue and set with a crescent moon and stars made of silver, forged in her father’s smithy by her and her brother Déor. This is the seal of her House and that of her Númenórean ancestors.<BR><BR><b>Means of travel:</b> A dark grey stallion of Rohan, Storm, brother to the horse her foster-cousin, Rhíana, rides<BR><BR><b>Companion:</b> A pure white falcon, Aeglos. She does not often stay with Léanë, but comes and goes as she pleases, sometimes bringing Léanë news and information from afar.<BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Léanë is calm and tranquil, living in harmony with nature by integrating into the environment and drawing the best from it. She expresses herself in a simple, natural fashion, and is very sentimental, both devoted and caring. She searches for balance and harmony in every situation, and needs to express herself in a serene context, a pleasant setting. In all things she searches for a happy medium, and weighs up inner and outer factors. This results in a calm, controlled and measured approach to situations and problems, and to relationships with others and the outside world. Making the best choice is an essential criterion for Léanë. She is a determined person, prepared to work hard and willing to go the distance, patient and sure of reaching her goal. Confident, intensely ambitious, strong-willed and practical, Léanë is sometimes considered to be cold and distant because she is very good at hiding and controlling surface emotions. This can make it difficult to become close to her, but she is loyal and loving to those who are. Léanë is slow to anger, but if she is provoked, stand well clear; she can have a vile and violent temper.<BR><BR><BR><b>Bio:</b> She was the first daughter of Brego and Fíriën al Móras, and had been adored from the moment she opened her eyes to the world in 3003 T.A. She had two older brothers, Fréa and Déor; Fréa was nine at the time of her birth, and Déor was then five. Both boys fell in love with their beautiful baby sister, and it was a love that never dimmed during their short lives.<BR>Everyone petted and indulged her throughout her childhood, and it was a miracle that Léanë grew up to be so unaffected and unspoiled, and this was in no small measure to her own strength of character and sweetness of nature.<BR>Her father was part-Númenórean (a descendent of one of the many unions that took place between the Northmen and Dúnedain of the South after the return of Eldacar, King of Gondor), but he was Rohirric to the core, but her mother, although of pure Rohirric heritage, had been born and raised in Gondor, before returning to Rohan at the age of 17.<BR>Brego had been 23 in 2990 T.A., and a weaponsmith and horse-breeder who worked for his father in their small family business, one of the few that provided armoury and weapons for the Riders of the Mark specifically, since most of their armoury and metal-works came from Gondor. He was also the best friend of Léod, the Weaponmaster of Edoras, and Fíriën’s cousin. It was at Léod’s house that Brego first met Fíriën, who had returned to Rohan after spending the past 17 years with her cousins in Gondor. Brego had immediately fallen in love with the tall, lissom girl with hair the colour of ripened wheat and deep blue eyes. He thought she had the prettiest of faces and the most dazzling of smiles it had ever been his great good fortune to see. They had started courting, and to Brego’s delight, Fíriën soon confessed that she reciprocated his feelings and they were married in 2991 T.A.<BR>Fréa was born in 2994 T.A., and Déor in 2998 T.A., and with the addition of Léanë five years later, Fíriën and Brego decided it might be wisest not to have any more children, wanting to give as much as they could to the three they already had. Whilst they were not poor, they were not rich either.<BR>Brego was a good husband and father, Fíriën a tender, loving wife, and the proudest of mothers; and they were a happy family, devoted to each other and caring.<BR><BR>Fréa, Déor and Léanë were inseparable – ‘the terrible trio’, Fíriën called them.<BR>Léanë was something of a tomboy when she was growing up and wanted to do everything her brothers and other boy-cousins did; she swam and fished in creeks and streams with them, went hunting and trekking in the hills, always tagging along on any expedition, but invariably holding her own. One of her frequent companions on these expeditions was Rhíana (or Rían, as she liked to be called), her best friend and foster-cousin, who had joined the house of her uncle Léod in the year 3010 T.A.<BR>Riding was her favourite sport and at this she excelled. She became an accomplished rider at an early age, being fortunate enough to work out at the various horse farms in and around Rohan where thoroughbreds were trained for the Riders, as well as their own farm.<BR>Léanë loved horses, had an understanding of them, and true to her Rohirric heritage, she was keen on racing and all other forms of horsemanship. It was her greatest dream to one day become a Rider of the Mark.<BR>From an early age, Léanë was determined never to be outstripped by her brothers or any of the boys in her family, and they, so adoring of her and immensely proud of her good looks, intelligence, independence and daring-do, forever encouraged her. But their mother was constantly shaking her head at the riding breeches and shirts, and the boyish, boisterous antics, and tried to instil in Léanë more ladylike ways.<BR>“Whatever is going to become of, Léanë al Móras?” Fíriën would demand, clucking with exasperation under her breath. “Just look at you... why, to be sure, anyone could be mistaking you for a stable lad in those clothes, and your friends and cousins so ladylike and feminine in their pretty dresses. You and Rhíana both! You will not find a nice young man to come a-courting; no, not looking like that, you will not. I aim to make you a proper lady like the Queen Elfhild and the Lady Théodwyn used to be, if it is the last thing I do. I swear I will. Be warned, my girl.”<BR>Léanë would respond with a vibrant laugh and a jaunty loss of her golden head, for this was an old threat. And she would hug her mother tightly then, and promise to mend her ways, and they would sit down at the kitchen table and for a cup of hot, steaming tea, and talk and talk their hearts away, and they were never anything but the best of friends.<BR>And eventually, just to please her mother, Léanë did learn ladylike behaviour – to sit, and stand, and talk, and dance as befitting a Lady – joining the other children in their lessons at the courts of Edoras. As it happened, she discovered that she had a natural aptitude for these things, and she enjoyed her lessons tremendously, and quickly learned to move with lightness and elegance, and acquired the dancer’s agile grace she would never lose.<BR>In later years, when she looked back, Léanë took comfort from the fact that she and her brothers had had such a marvellous childhood. There had been large doses of etiquette rammed down on them by their mother, a good deal of discipline from their father, and they had had to work hard and do chores, but it had been one of the happiest times of her times, and it had made her all the things she was.<BR><BR>Nobody was more surprised than Fíriën when, towards the end of 3017 T.A., she found she was with child again, and the following year (3018 T.A.), at the age of 44, she gave birth to Lena.<BR>Although the child had been unexpected, she was loved, and her birth was a happy and excited affair. The only thing that slightly marred their joy that day was Fréa and Déor’s imminent departures; they were to soon ride out with the rest of the Riders to defend their borders against the Orcs that had increased in the recent years. Fréa was a Rider in Théodred’s company, and then 25 years old; and Déor was a Rider under Elfhelm’s command, and then 21 years old.<BR>Sometimes tragedy strikes a family many times in quick succession, and it is so incomprehensible, so inexplicable, it defies belief. So it was with Léanë’s family.<BR>Fréa was killed at the First Battle of the Fords of Isen, on February 25th, 3019 T.A., defending his captain Théodred to the last, until he was hewn down by one the many Uruks of Isengard. Déor died 7 days later, on March 2nd, in the Second Battle of the Fords of Isen, as their company was trying to reach Grimbold’s camp, and were attacked in the night by Saruman’s army of Orcs and wolfriders coming down from east of the Isen.<BR>And to their further horror and heartbreak, little Lena died suddenly on March 9th, as they camped in the mountain refuge of Dunharrow and King Théoden arrived to finish the preparations for the Muster of Rohan, shortly before her 1st birthday.<BR>Reeling from shock and stunned by their enormous grief, Fíriën, Brego and Léanë cleaved to each other, were barely able to handle their anguish and the pain of their sudden and terrible losses over 2 short and fatal weeks. It seemed to them that each new blow was more ferocious than the one before, and it was a suffering they found unendurable. Even their immediate family could not reach them in their grief. And Rhíana, once Léanë’s best friend and closest confidante, brought no comfort to Léanë, for she had changed, become moody and fey and secretive, keeping to herself, no longer joining Léanë or any of her childhood friends and disappearing for weeks at a time to unknown places, and Léanë no longer considered her a true friend. She felt lost and bereft of hope, and completely alone.<BR>Fíriën was never really to recover, remained forever after bereft and grieving, but despite this, and even though she needed her only living child by her side, she insisted that Léanë continue her training and pursue her dream of becoming a Rider and a Mithril Knight.<BR>Léanë had her heart set on going to Gondor for her training as a Mithril Knight, and her parents, though with some apprehension, had given her permission to go there when she turned 18. Even so, she was reluctant to leave her parents, her mother in particular, who was so dependant on her, and she was more than willing to change her plans and remain in Rohan. But Fíriën would have none of it, since it had been a long-cherished dream of hers that Léanë go to the White City (though not to train as a Knight!). And so, at the beginning of the 2nd year of the Fourth Age, Léanë had travelled to Gondor and began her training as a Mithril Knight.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><b>(<i>There is more to Léanë and her history, but that is about as far as I can go for now. More information will be added as time goes by and she grows and develops.</i>)</b><BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Sun Jun 15, 2003 8:29 am

<BR><b>Name:</b> Shari. This was only her name until she was sixteen then she changed her name to Dahlia. Seldë Mornië (Child of night), Qualiniel (Daughter of death), and Hurin Sangwa (Hidden poison) are some of the other names she is known by.<BR><b>Age:</b> Unknown. Born in the year 3421 of the second age, twenty years before Sauron was overthrown and Isildur took the One Ring. (Appears sixteen years old)<BR><b>Height:</b> 5’11<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf <BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Alliance:</b> Mordor, Evil<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Pale skin. Dark brown, almost black, hair with a streak of pure white at the front. Deep green eyes that turn blood red (If she’s angry). The red eye of Sauron branded onto her left wrist. Black tattoo on her right ankle meaning, Qualiniel, daughter of death. Two old scars, the first across her left shoulder and the other below her left eye. Wears the Fire Ring of Mordor on the middle finger of her left hand and The Dark Ring of the Full Moon on a silver chain around her neck.<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Assassin, thief, spy.<BR><b>Outfit:</b> Black. Normally a black outfit that makes it easy for people to mistake her as a ranger (A black shirt, black trousers, boots, and a long black cloak). <BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> A black horse, Mornië.<BR><b>Weapons:</b> Many hidden but her obvious weapons are a sword, daggers, bow and arrows. <BR><b>Personality:</b> Extremely confident, appears quite fearless. Always calm and casual but quick to anger and incredibly stubborn. Hides her real emotions. She can be insolent, sardonic and mocking if annoyed, and is often very sarcastic. Cunning and deceitful, seductive and a talented actress, she can make most people trust her. She looks innocent. She’s reckless and will stop at nothing to get what she wants. She doesn’t quite think logically and her fathers’ death affected her psychologically.<BR><b>History:</b><BR><BR><i>The deceiver will fall but he will not be destroyed.<BR>And hope will not be lost.<BR>For before that day when the deceiver will fall,<BR>A child will be born.<BR>An elven maiden who will suffer at Saurons anger,<BR>But revel in his malice.<BR>She will be his downfall.<BR>Although at times it may seem otherwise.<BR>Daughter of death and hidden poison she will be called.<BR>The one with ice in her hair and fire in her eyes.<BR>Child of night. Innocence.</i><BR><BR>This prophecy was one of the main reasons that Sauron the deceiver wanted a certain elf dead before she was born. She was born in 3421 of the second age, twenty years before the day he fell from power, the day the One Ring was taken from him, the day he was reduced to nothing but hatred, malice and an unbendable evil will in the form of a huge, lidless eye wreathed in flame. The One Ring remains lost, almost forgotten in the mists of time, yet Sauron still searches for it.<BR><BR>As it was foretold, a child was born in Rivendell. A child who had a streak of pure white running through her otherwise dark hair. Her mother prayed that the prophecy was not written about her daughter but it was soon proven to be so. For everytime the child, Shari, became angry her eyes flamed blood red like fire and everytime the spirit of Sauron became especially angry, she temporarily lost her ability to speak. <BR><BR>Her mother, who was the daughter of Galadriel, had inherited powerful magic, which she taught Shari in order to defend herself. Her mother, Morgan, had also inherited a ring that could protect someone good against evil and someone evil against good. This ring was called The Night Ring of Two Enemies. It had an onyx and an opal set next to each other in a silver band. The two stones were surrounded by engraved moons and stars and engraved in elvish around the outside of the ring was this message:<BR><BR><i>Two enemies that cannot see further than the night,<BR>Blindly still they fight each other,<BR>The Darkness and the Light.</i><BR><BR>Just before Morgan went to Lothlorien to be with her mother’s kin, she had the two stones separated and placed on different rings. The onyx was set in a silver ring, surrounded by engraved moons and the opal was set in a silver ring but was surrounded by engraved stars. The same message was engraved on both. This now had created two new rings which both held the same power as the first, to protect someone good from evil and to protect someone evil from good. They were called The Dark Ring of the Full Moon, and The Star Ring of the Light. Morgan gave the dark ring to her daughter, Shari, and the light ring to her eldest son, Targon, who gave it to his wife, Elenwë, when he married her. Shari still wears the dark ring on a silver chain around her neck, but Elenwë gave it to her own daughter, Idril, when she was born.<BR><BR>When Shari’s mother went to Lothlorien, Shari’s father, Thandel, was left as a single parent in Rivendell. Shari’s oldest brother, Targon, married and also went to Lothlorien and her other brother, Irân, disappeared when she was ten years old. Shari became very close to her father, her Uncle Lord Elrond and many of the other elves in Rivendell. But her father worked as an assassin for Sauron and Sauron was hunting her. Yet the elves in Rivendell knew only that Shari was the child the prophecy spoke of, they knew nothing of her father’s ties to Sauron. <BR><BR>Shari and her father had to leave Rivendell when a pack of orcs were sent to search for her, her father killed another young female elf and told the army that the one he had killed was the girl they had been sent for. When Shari was fourteen she too became an assassin for Sauron, but he didn’t realise that she was the elf who was supposed to be his downfall. She knew who she was but kept quiet, taking on the nickname Qualiniel (Daughter of death) because of hers and her father’s reputations.<BR><BR>However, when she was sixteen, her father was ordered to kill his own son, Shari’s brother Targon, and his wife to prove his loyalty to Sauron. He refused and Shari was forced to murder him….<BR><BR><BR><i>It was almost midnight. The clear sky was completely black, except for a handful of stars and the light from the full moon. Shari sat on a fallen log opposite a house that looked deserted and was hidden in the depths of a deep forest. It looked empty and no light shone through any of the old, dusty windows, yet she knew her father was hiding in there, he was smart, he wouldn’t hide in any of the visible rooms, he would hide in the cellar to avoid being found. She thought about what she was about to do, trying to make a decision, knowing that she had two options. <BR><BR>One would cost her life along with someone else’s, the other would only cost someone else’s. She was scared, not just for her father but she was scared because of herself, scared of what she would become if she went through with this. Her hand shook as she felt for the silver ring on the chain that hung around her neck and she thought of her mother. She felt slight resentment towards her, thinking that none of this would have happened if she were here but she forced herself to calm down and her hand stopped shaking as she slipped the chain back inside her black shirt and looked towards the house once more.<BR><BR>Eventually she stood and pulled one of her daggers out of its hidden sheath in her boot. Her expression grim and her conscience weighing on her Shari strode into the house. She moved quickly, purposefully, and soon found the cellar. She stopped outside, she could hear movement within, but she couldn’t hear any voices which was good, it meant her father was alone but it still wouldn’t make this any easier. She slowly pushed the heavy door open and stood motionless in the doorway. Her father looked up and drew his sword when the door creaked loudly as it opened, this house had not been lived in for years and all the doors and windows were unused and rusty. Placing his sword down on the table in the centre of the room when he recognised her and smiling despite his fear her father exclaimed,</i><BR> <BR>Shari! What are you doing here? It’s not safe. Go!!<BR><BR><i>She didn’t answer and walked down the steps slowly, her booted feet making only the slightest noise on the hard stone. Her father’s eyes were wide with terror and Shari realised that he was frightened for her, not because of her. This tripled her guilt and made her hand tighten around the hilt of the dagger she had hidden behind her back but it also strengthened her resolve. She knew that if she didn’t do this, someone else would and she would die too. And she knew her father wouldn’t want that. She moved to stand in front of him and whispered in a pained voice,</i><BR><BR>I’m sorry.<BR><BR><i>And sunk the dagger into his chest. She looked into his dying eyes, kissed his forehead and again whispered,</i><BR><BR>I’m so, so, sorry.<BR><BR><i>Then she pushed his corpse away from her and stared down at her right hand. Her knuckles were white, she was gripping the dagger hilt as hard as she could, and both her hand and the blade were covered in blood, her father’s blood. Shari saw a vase of flowers on the table and walked over to it. She recognised the flowers as Dahlias*, a flower she had picked many times when she was younger. She picked up a flower and walked back over to the body. She bent down to place the flower in her fathers outstretched hand and closed his dead fingers over it. She took all of his weapons before she turned her back on him and left the house. Her expression was hard but she could feel silent tears streaming down her cheeks. She returned to Mordor where she was met by one of the orc guards. Sure that she hadn’t done the job he jeered,</i><BR> <BR>’Ere, Shari, back so soon? Ya chickened out didn’t ya? I knew ya wouldn’t do it.<BR><BR><i>Shari stared right through him, tipped her fathers weapons onto the floor as proof and, remembering the flower she had left in her fathers hand, she replied,</i><BR><BR>No, Dalvish, I did it. And my name’s Dahlia now…Just Dahlia.<BR><BR><i>And with that she gathered up her father’s weapons once more, pushed past Dalvish and began to make her way into the heart of Mordor.</i><BR><BR><BR>This proved her loyalty to Sauron. She changed her name to Dahlia and whenever she killed, always left a flower of some sort in her victim’s hand as a sign that she was the killer. Over the years she was trained more and became stronger and stealthier. Slowly she became one of Sauron’s favourite assassins, theives and spies, finding that as she looked innocent people found it easier to trust her. <BR><BR>Years later, when she was twenty years old, she was ordered to commit the murder that her father had refused, the murder of her brother, Targon, his wife, Elenwë, their ten-year-old son, Ranyon, and their two daughters, her own neices, <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=146&catid=25&threadid=34533">Idril</a> and Erin. She murdered the son and captured and tortured the parents but the little girls, the ones that Sauron really wanted dead, because they were tied in with the prophecy somehow, escaped. The red eye of Sauron was branded into Dahlia’s left wrist as a punishment for not completely fulfilling orders and for questioning her orders but she was not killed. After this job, Sauron was destroyed and Dahlia became a mercenary with four other elves, <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=230&catid=25&threadid=34533">Amriya</a>, Torvio, Raquim and Maurai, to form the mercenary group, Chaos. And for now has forgotten all about the prophecy…<BR><BR><i>Child of night. Innocence.</i><BR><BR><BR>* I read the name Dahlia somewhere and I wanted to see if anything would come up if I typed it into a search engine. So I did and a website about flowers called dahlias came up, so I decided to include it in this.
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Postby Lord_Tarquin » Tue Jun 24, 2003 3:52 pm

<b>Name:</b> Dhalir <BR><b>Nickname:</b> Has None<BR><b>Title:</b> Lord of Mordor<BR><b>Race:</b> Part Maiar, part human.<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male<BR><b>Age:</b> Unknown<BR><b>Height:</b> 7'0" .<BR><b>Weight:</b> 250<BR><b>Hair Color:</b> Black<BR><b>Eye Color:</b> Yellow<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Pale face, narrow eyes and lips. , <BR><b>Build:</b> Tall <BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Formerly a servant to Sauron, presently Lord of Mordor and now aspiring Emperor of Middle Earth <BR><b>Outfit:</b> All black outfit. (Naturally!)<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> <BR><b>Personality:</b> <BR><b>Skills Include:</b> <BR><b>Weapons of Choice:</b> <BR><b>Past Bio:</b>
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Postby Lord_Tarquin » Tue Jun 24, 2003 3:56 pm

<b>Name:</b> Aram<BR><b>Nickname:</b> None<BR><b>Title:</b> None<BR><b>Race:</b> Human.<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male<BR><b>Age:</b> 30<BR><b>Height:</b> 6'3" <BR><b>Weight:</b> 175<BR><b>Hair Color:</b> Brown<BR><b>Eye Color:</b> Blue<BR><b>Appearance:</b> To be added<BR><b>Build:</b> To be added<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Personal Slave to Dhalir <BR><b>Outfit:</b> To be added<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> Befitting his lowly rank, he has little time for travel.<BR><b>Personality:</b> To be added <BR><b>Skills Include:</b> To be added<BR><b>Weapons of Choice:</b> To be added<BR><b>Past Bio:</b> To be added.
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Tue Jul 01, 2003 11:09 pm

<b>Second Character</b><BR><BR>Name: Eärwen Nénharma <BR>Race: Mirkwood Elf<BR>Gender: female<BR>Eyes: jeweled teal<BR>Hair: long,curly, deep brown<BR>Height: 5'9" <BR>Clothing: usually wears a long red gown but when traveling she wears black leggings, black tunic with silver leaves embroidered on it, a dark green cloak, and knee high riding boots<BR>Personality: Eärwen is extremely nice, but as she was brought up learning weaponry she also has quite a temper when unleashed. Usually quiet and shy,but only because it was expected of her. Quite friendly unless given a reason not to be.<BR>Occupation: Niece of King Thuranduil, cousin of Legolas Greenleaf.<BR>History: Eärwen has always lived the way everyone else wanted her too. SHe was never able to live her ideals or give her opinions. So she stayed quietly in the backround and did what was required of her; until two weeks before her 995th birthday when she was told she'd have an arranged marriage with one of the many men of the court. That was the last straw for Eärwen, she'd done everything ever asked of her but was now told she couldn't even choose the man she'd spend the rest of her immortal life with.That night she gathered up some of her belongings, retrieved her horse from the stables and ran away from home. <BR>While partly running away from life at court,she's also (unaware to her) looking for someone who will love her and not just because they have to.<BR>(her chara will mostlikely start out already running away or right before she runs away)<BR><BR><b>Current RPG:</b><BR>True Love's Quest<BR>True Love's Quest II<BR><BR><i>Bio will be updated and added on to as her chara develops</i>
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Postby Sadell » Sat Jul 12, 2003 5:05 pm

Name: Suliel <BR><BR>Race: Silvan elf<BR><BR>Age: Appears to be in mid to late teens<BR><BR>Height: 5 foot 9 inches (approximatly)<BR><BR>Weight: Unknown<BR><BR>Hair Color: Black<BR><BR>Eye Color: Dark gold laced with black<BR><BR>Appearance: Wears sturdy and well worn clothes consisting of tall boots, pants, shirt and cloak. Sometimes a short jacket. Most of her clothes are dark. Her hair hangs to about mid-back and is almost always in a thick braid. <BR><BR>Build: Slim and slightly darker than most elves from being outside most of her life. Fit but not unusually strong.<BR><BR>Marital Status: Single with no "suitors"<BR><BR>Occupation: None specifically as of yet<BR><BR>Outfit: See Appearance<BR><BR>Means of Travel: Foot for now<BR><BR>Personality: Very quiet around those she does not know and uncomfortable among large groups. She also does not like being in twons or cities for extended periods of time. Once she does open up, though, she enjoyes having a good time laughing and talking with those she knows well. She has a very big temper when she wants to as well as being incredibly loyal. She is intelligent with the fast reflexes of her race and a wit to match.<BR><BR>Special Skills: Extremely good with animals and a bow. A fairly good cook. She can take care of herself.<BR><BR>Weapons of choice: Longbow but she has a dirk (very long dagger) and will use it if she has too as well as her bare hands in an emergengy.<BR><BR>History: Suliel was born the youngest of two. She lived with her older sister and her parents on the northern borders of Thranduil's Realm of Northern Mirkwood. Even when she was very young the girl showed an odd talent with animals, more than the normal elven profiency. At first her parents indulged her but when she reached adolecence the animals she left to "visit" were concidered increasingly dangerous. When a wild boar entered their home one day Suliel's parents had had enough. They forbid her to travel out of sight of the house without an escort and forbid her to see any animals. But Suliel could not bear to live like that and one night she left, though it pained her because she knew that her parents only wnated the best for her. Since then she has been wandering in the wilds for many human seasons and is only now gradually coming back to civilization.
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Postby dragon_mage » Mon Jul 14, 2003 5:13 pm

<b>name:</b>Tamuríl Telrúnya (Raven Bloodmoon in Drow)<BR><BR><b>Nicknames/Alias:</b> Tamur<BR><BR><b>race:</b> elf (Sindarin), drow & wizard<BR><BR><b>age:</b>17 by human standards, 110 in elven years.<BR><BR><b>looks</b><BR><i><u>-eyes: hazel when calm, green when sick or scared and amber when angry.<BR>-hair: white<BR>-skin: darkly tanned (from being both 'dark' and 'light' elf)</i></u><BR><BR><b>weapons:</b> 3 daggers, a long sword and a sling shot.<BR><BR><b>height:</b>5' 7"<BR><BR><b>dress:</b> knee length midnight blue tunic, worn from travelling, pants made of animal hide. Shoes made of animal hide, almost moccasins. Leather belt, where she keeps her weapons and a pouch full of stones. <BR><BR><b>familiar/pet:</b> a raven called Bram.<BR><BR><b>personality:</b> She can be quiet, loud, serious, sircastic, blunt, painfully stubborn, aloof, empathetic (not demostrative), usually more of a listener than talker, poetic, artistic and usually seems (and is) brooding over things<BR><BR><b>bio/past/history:</b> Tamuríl's father, a wizard, left for the Grey Havens before she was born and she grew up with her half drow half elf mother, Laetharion Bloodmoon in her mothers native village near Mirkwood (not in, <i>near</i>), where her mother taught her what magic she possesed.<BR><BR>Her mother died (run through by a sword) when Tamuríl was twelve. She stayed in the village until she was 20 (elven years). Then she found an interest in traveling and has been a traveller ever since.<BR><BR>Her magic is mainly natural, and of course what her mother taught her.<BR><BR><b>Magical abilities:</b> <BR><u><i>natural</i></u>: telepathy, healing (to a very small degree, since she was never learned in this subject).<BR><u><i>taught</i></u>: spells and curses (also to a very small degree since her mother was also not very learned in magic).
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Postby Lindaranel » Thu Jul 17, 2003 4:15 pm

<b>Name:</b> Vanyarra (Means beautiful dawn)<BR><b>Race:</b> Human<BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Height:</b> 5'10"<BR><b>Age:</b> 21<BR><b>Skills:</b> healing, gardening, singing, and swordfighting<BR><b>Appearance:</b> She is very beautiful as mentioned before. Her hair is light brown with blonde hightlights. It is slightly wavy and reaches down to the middle of her back. Vanyarra's eyes are a deep, sky blue. She has a perfect complexion and soft rosy cheeks.<BR>Personality:</b> Vanyarra always has a smile on her face while around people and her smile is usually contageous. She is very kind and puts other's before herself. Vanyarra hardly ever gets angry.<BR><b>Bio:</b> When Vanyarra was born, her parents knew that she would be as beautiful as the dawn. That is why they named her Vanyarra, which means beautiful dawn. Her Aunt, Nahta, was so jealous because her own daughter was not as pretty as Vanyarra. So Nahta cursed Vanyarra’s beauty and made it so that that was all men could see, except her true love. Nahta also put a longing in Vanyarra’s heart for one to love her and one for her to love.<BR><BR>Vanyarra has waited so long for true love to come to her, so have her parents. They push for her to go to balls, they push for her to go on dates, they push for almost anything you can imaging. All of her life, men have been attracted to her beauty, but they all were so caught up in her beauty that they didn’t get to know her. Vanyarra longed so much for men to be attracted to her rather than just her looks. Every night, in bed, Vanyarra would cry herself to sleep, and every day that longing that Nahta put in her heart increased.<BR><BR>Current RP:<BR>True Love's Quest
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Postby ~Elrawien~Elf-Lioness~ » Tue Jul 22, 2003 4:00 am

<b>Name:</b> Elráwien<BR><b>Nickname:</b> Elra<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf<BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Height:</b> Not particularly tall, but her strong presence makes her seem higher than she is<BR><b>Age:</b> Unknown, appears to be in her twenties<BR><b>Occupation:</b> None, temporary wanderer<BR><b>Means of travel:</b> Large, powerful golden-chestnut stallion - "Laurel"<BR><b>Weapons of choice:</b> Dagger for hand-to-hand fighting, some skill with a bow: best skill is with the sword<BR><b>Skills:</b> Some tracking, stealth, skill with weapons and some small wayside first-aid.<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Thick tawny hair, like a lion's mane, but longer - down to her waist, fierce green eyes, stern expression - though her features are almost delicately Elven, you wouldn’t think it to look at her. Plain travelling clothes with a long grey-brown cloak.<BR><b>Personality:</b> Careful, determined, feels deeply. <BR><b>History:</b> Lived in Rivendell for a while. Has ridden with a group of Rangers, and has picked up their nomadic lifestyle preference.<BR><BR>I know this isn't the most detailed of bios, and i'm also sorry it is non-stop changing, but i'm letting her develop sloooooowly <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Raven_Electhel » Tue Jul 29, 2003 7:44 am

<b>Name:</b>Raven_Electhel(Electhel is "Star Lance" in Sindarin)<BR><b>Race</b>Half-Elf, Half-mortal<BR><b>Birthplace:</b>Rohan<BR><b>Gender</b>Female<BR><b>Height:</b>5' 11''<BR><b>Age</b>3257<BR><b>Clothes:</b>Long white gown, with a sash of green about her waist.<BR>She walks barefoot in the warmer seasons, and during autumn and winter she changes her clothes too, a dark green, weather-stained gown with thick brown boots, and a green cloak.<BR><b>Hair:</b>Raven coloured with flecks of gold.<BR><b>Eyes:</b>Grey as morning mist upon the sea.<BR><b>Weapons:</b> A long bow of silver birch, the string is entwined elf-hair. Also a long, double handed sword, with a silver hilt and golden blade, inscribed with words of an unknown tongue.<BR><BR><b>Info:</b> Raven was originally born in Rohan, daughter of Eldelie, handmaid to Eowyn.<BR>Eldelie fell in love with an elf lord named Narmenel Greywolf whilst riding with her lady.<BR>Narmenel was a wolf-caller, an ancient elven race, who could speak to wolves, good and evil. He fell in love with Eldelie, and against his father's wishes, married her. They had two daughters: Alarielle and Raven. Sadly, Alarielle was slain by a band of marauding Dunledings.<BR>Raven was sent to Mirkwood, to protect her from harm. Her father and mother went to dwell in the fair land of Lothlorien.<BR>Raven was brought up by a kind young elf-maid named Glinuiel, and Raven bonded closely to her.<BR>She went into the king's gardens one day in october, and saw Prince Legolas, practising his archery. She went up to him, and kindly asked if she could try. She proved great at the skill, and became one of the best in Mirkwood. She also learned the art of healing,singing and sword.<BR>She fell in love with an elf named Tilfalas, and in the process, broke Legolas's heart(he did not die). For the prince loved Raven, and tried his best to win her heart. But she did not fall for him.<BR>Raven is said to have the ability to speak to wolves like her father, and call upon the mighty dragons and ravens of Dornarsul.<BR><BR>~Raven Electhel,wanderer of Arda. Lady of the Ravens of Mirkwood~
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Postby Hades » Thu Jul 31, 2003 5:13 am

Character biographie: Hades<BR><BR>Name: Hades (original name is long forgotten)<BR><BR>Race: he was human once, of Numenorean origin<BR><BR>Age: born in Numenor, about fifty years before its downfall<BR><BR>Gender: male<BR><BR>Appareance: very tall, about 1m95 (no idea in feet), so skinny that he looks almost like a walking skelleton. Usually entirely clad in black - with a long, cloak that covers him entirely. A huge hood covers his face, which is not easy to guess. When he uncovers it, the face is ravaged by scars - it has strictly no expression at all. His features are so torn and stretched that it is impossible to guess how he has looked like in his youth, when he was still human. He will only uncover himself when it is inevitable. Until now nobody who has seen Hades face uncovered has lived to tell afterwards. <BR><BR>Equipement: through the ages, several black horses, all those which have agreed to bare him. Always in black boots made of heavy, shining leather, with metal soles. Nothing but by look he could almost be taken for a Nazgûl, but he does not spread the same feeling of despair around him and he does not have the dreadful screaming voice of the ringwraiths.<BR>A long Numenorean sword with a black grip and a long steel balde, sharpened on both sides. If he draws it, and decides to fight, he can move to quickly to be seen. His hands could strangle any ennemy, even an ork or an elf. His physical strength can bruise bones by his bare hands too. Spreading fear, darkness and cold are yet his main weapons. <BR><BR>Skills: He can read minds to a certain extend, but not deeper and happier thoughts. In the same time, he can direct the thoughts and action of his victims, spreading despair in their hearts, suffocating all happiness around him. His presence will be felt like a shadow, and those who are unprepared to meet an ancient servant of the Dark Lord will be in danger of being overtaken, influenced, slaves to his will. He will sometimes submit someone to his will just for the pleasure of seeing theis person despair or act foolishly. <BR>Hades enjoys torture, both physically and mentally. <BR>His main weakness is a deep disinterest for all living creatures. He hates them all, and most of all, he hates himself. He does not understand the idea of hope, love, friendship or loyaltie and is unable to foresee many actions of humans or elfs if they are motivated by feelings he does not conceive. <BR><BR>Biography: Originally, Hades was born as one of the sons of a Numenorean notable on the court of Al Pharazon. His family was a strong supporter of the king, hating the elves and preoccupied with the question of immortality, worshiping Sauron in his form. Being good-looking, noble and intelligent he was chosen to become a spy among the faithful among the Numenoreans and pretented to be an elf-friend to be the friend of Isildur and Elendil. Yet, treachery at this time was not natural for him - he really did believe in Sauron as ruler of the world and wanted to express his support openly. But the promised reward was immortality for him and his wife, given by the Dark Lord. Thre only creature that Hades has loved in all his life was his wife, who was even more ambitious than him, and stayed with him to gain the promised immortality only. Hades hoped to become the holder of one of the Rings of Power of which Sauron had spoken and he carried one for a while. As he lusted for power, he accepted the mission of treason. His hatred of the elves was very real and it was difficult for him to fulfill his mission as a spy. So, it was not astonishing that the faithful never fully trusted him. <BR>After the fall of Numenor, Sauron punished him by taking the Ring he had carried and ever since Hades heart is darker than the deepest night. He hates the Valar and Eru who have mad perished his home country, he hates the elves because of their immortality, he hated men because of their weakness, he hates the Dark Lord because he has taken away from him what he desired most, he hates the Nazgùl. <BR>But most of all he hates himself. For, if Hades has survived the downfall of Numenor by the power of Sauron, he was completely disfigured. And like many other servants of the Dark side he was betrayed, for the only person he cared for, his wife died. She cursed him before the waves closed over her - holding his failure responsible for her death. Failed as a treator, he was of no use no more to Sauron who rejected him. Hades understood that he would never be a powerful servant of the darkness, never a Lord among men, alone forever. <BR><BR>He loathes his life and the only pleasure that is left for him is in torturing others, so that his pain becomes the pain of others. <BR><BR>In Middle Earth since the fall of Numenor, he has learned all that there is to know about it and followed all servants of the Darkness that have accepted his presence. Thus he has learned his skills of domination over the mind. <BR><BR>Tha fall of Sauron has rejoiced him, as much as it can surprise. He hopes now to be able to beconsidered as an ennemy of the elves, to gain hatred if it is the only thing he can gain. Even though he would never tell so silently he hopes to find the failure in his immortality and to meet the opponent who could kill him. He wants to be the next Dark Lord or nothing at all.
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Postby Dindraug » Sat Aug 02, 2003 1:46 pm

<b>Name</b>: Alvaric Dindraug<BR><b>Race</b>: Avari Elf<BR><b>Gender</b>: Male<BR><b>Age</b>: 7000 plus (born prior to the death of the Two Trees)<BR><b>Height</b>: a sensual 5’ 8”<BR><b>Hair</b>: Long, strawberry blond, almost ginger in the summer<BR><b>Eyes</b>: They change colour, no really. The pupil is surrounded by a ring of gold, and gold flecks striate the iris, but the rest of the iris is a blend of blue grey, hazel, green and brown so that they change colour in the light, or reflect the eyes of anybody looking deeply into them.<BR><b>Status</b>: Was once in love, but she was killed by nasty Numenorians on a hunting trip in the late second age. He knows he will see her again when he takes the ship to Valinor, and flirts and loves his way around ME, but will only ever commit to his lost wife.<BR><b>Occupation</b>: Wanderer, storyteller, mercenary scout<BR><b>Weapons</b>: A 2' long single-edged knife, forged in Doriath, Short bow of Mallorn wood, a Numenorian Eket, two short single-edged knives in his boots.<BR><b>Personality</b>: Lighthearted, eternally laughing, trickster, hugely romantic, great sense of irony, knows his place in the world. Many find him anoyingly carefree.<BR><b>Dress</b>: Tight green silk tunic, of Avari design, decorated round the neck with golden thread working a design of entwined animals and plants. The tunic is split front and back, but reaches down to his knees. Over this he wears an over-tunic of finest linen, inlaid with more animals and trees in golden thread, and a cloak of Lorien but the pin that fixes it depicts wild wolves. His baldric and belt is of finest leather, and in war he has a breatplate of dragon hide showing the Two Trees. His boots are of supple dragonhide, soft as silk, waterproof, dirt does not stick to them, and each has a scabbard with a single knife hidden in it. He carries a beautiful mallorn wood flute, and a bag about the size of a small rucksack with his worldly goods. He also has several pouches hidden around his clothing.<BR><BR><b>Background</b>: Born in the twilight of Middle Earth before the death of the Two Trees and the rising of the sun, his family were Avari who had remained near to lake Cuiviénen until the time Melkor arrived back in Middle Earth with the Silmarills. The Dark One's wargs poured out of Angband to secure new bodies to twist into Orcs, and Din's family was taken when he was a babe. He was left for dead, and was found by hunters soon after. Eventually, he learned of his family and what was done to them, but now he could not save them. When the sun was seventeen summers old, he took his bow and went to try. He failed in this, and was unable to get near to Angband, but never forgets that orcs were elves, and to slay an orc could be slaying his kin.<BR><BR>On the way back to the lakelands in the lands that are now Rhûn, he discovered humans. He watched them, and learned their gutteral speech, slaying evil spirits that tried to attack them. For fifty years he saw all they did, how they grew old and died, how they learned to sing, and tell stories. Eventually he met them, but they thought him an evil spirit, and trapped him, tortured him, and beat him. Only the intervention of a child saved him, allowing him to flee, but since then he has distrusted humans.<BR><BR>Din became a wanderer. He journeyed west, to Beleriand. He settled in Doriath and Ossiriand where he lived out most of the first age flitting between the two lands, though he did have friends amongst the Noldor, especially Maglor son of Fëanor. He was nearly caught in the orc advance following the Dagor Bragollach and only just escaped with his life following the sack of Doriath. In his time he enjoyed court life under Thingol, and taught Lúthien to dance, and she taught him to play the flute, Sindar style. He met Mellyrn, who he called Cuilmelith who was a handmaiden to Lúthien, and the two fell in love and married, mostly through the prompting of the princess. She controlled his wildness, he promoted her art. They were well suited, and thrived in the Sindar communities. They were with the refugees at Arvernien, and later at the Havens of Sirion. Din was given the task of baby sitting the new born Elrond and Elros mostly because nobody else wanted to change their nappys. He also helped the young GilGalad on his trip to become king, a trip filled with danger and an unusual ammount of laundry. The king had sleepless nights, know what i'm saying. Must have rained a lot in the night. Following this trip, Dindraug travelled much, journeying to far off Eregion and Rhovanion, sometimes with Cuilmelith, sometimes without. It was on a return trip that his long cultivated friendship with Maglor ended, and during a discussion about duty and oaths the Noldor admitted that he had taken part in the sack of the Havens of Sirion. Dindraug sped off to find his wife leaving the destraught Maglor to mope. Dindraug has never discussed if this happened before or after the Silmarill was thrown in the sea. In the War of Wrath, Dindraug was trapped in sinking Beleriand, and was rescued with several others from the ruins of Amon Ereb by a group of strange Teleri. <BR><BR>In the second age, Din and Cuilmelith settled in Lindon, but travelled far. Dindraug was worried about humans in the east, and longed to find Cuiviénen, but could see no trace. Cuilmelith often stayed behind, and grew happy trading with the faithful of Numenor. When the war between the elves and Sauron overran the west, Din was in the south, and returned to find his home shattered. Cuilmelith had settled in Rivendell, and Din eventually forund his family, and they lived well for many years, even if his party-piece was an impression of nappy changing the young Elrond. Then in SA3256, travelling in Belfalas, a hunting party of Numenorians crulely ran down Cuilmeilth as she ran to meet Dindraug. He slaughtered them all, but his wife was dead, and his heart froze and would not thaw for many years. He hated men, and killed them, until he met Anárion on a road in Gondor not long after the faithful had arrived back following the sinking. In a long discussion, he forgave the faithful, but not Numenore. He would never serve under a Numenorian, or save the life of one, but he would no longer kill them. <BR><BR>He fought savagly in the battle of Dagorlad, and stood near to Gil Galad when the king was struck down and he died in Din's arms. For years he bore the shards of his spear Agilios, before he passed them on to Elrond. For much of the third age he took to watching the world. He saw the rise and fall of Arnor and Angmar, fought at the last battle of Cardolan in TA1409 when Prince Oraphor died, and watched as Fornost burnt in TA1974. He helped to train the first rangers, and saw the rise of the Goblins and in TA1980 he was passing through Moria when the Balrog was released. He lived mostly in Lorien and Mirkwood, Elrond banished him from Rivendell in TA2000. He journeyed to the far north, and saw the ruins of the broken lamp, and in the far south he helped raise Oliphaunts. By the time of the War of the Ring he was back in Mirkwood, he had fought at the battle of five armies where he saw his first halfling, and helped defend Dale against the Easterlings and forces of Dol Guildor.<BR><BR>After the war, he took up wandering again. He was joined by a horse called Ormal, who has Mearas blood. He suits Din very well, being wild but a true friend at need. Din can talk to him, he speaks the language of many beasts does our hero. However Ormal, a beautiful tan stallion, has the habit of persuading other horses to go running with him in the long grass, and Dindraug usually gets the blame.<BR><BR><b>Current Story and Associations</b>: Dindraug recently attached himself to a sorry looking excuse for a Gondorian Knight called Culanir. He was able to get the knight drunk, and heard his story of love, loss, a kidnap and wanted to help the man. He had, long ago helped Anárion, the second son of Elendil, but had sworn not to help another of Numenorian decent. Now he thought, an entire age of the world was more than enough time to forgive, and he will see her again when he sails accross the sea. So he decided to take Culunir to a festival of Bards he had heard about, interestingly not far from the place where Prince Oraphor of Cardolan died. The problem was that Ormal spoke to Culanir's horse, and they went running, and refused to come back so now Dindraug has to resolve that as well as sort out the increasingly angry Culanir.<BR>
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Postby Hallavasaion » Tue Aug 12, 2003 7:48 pm

<b>Name:</b>Quellenedlorion of Rilynnlylth(House of the Blade)<BR><b>Age:</b>unknown<BR><b>Race:</b>Elven<BR><b>Eyes:</b>Greenish Brown (hazel)<BR><b>Hair:</b>Black (short)<BR><b>Weight:</b>151 lbs<BR><b>Height:</b>5'11"<BR><b>Occupation:</b>Swordsman/ Assassin<BR><b>Marital Status:</b>Single<BR><b>Alliance:</b>Mirkwood<BR><b>History:</b>Not much is known of Quellenedlorion other than the fact of his House which has a high reputation to serve Mirkwood in the most unusual battles or secretive missions. He is said to have fought in the battle of the ring against Saurons forces. He has also said to be the brother of the late Hallavasaion, who was not of the House itself, but was a favourite of the King of Mirkwood and his children.
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Postby Teherin » Tue Aug 19, 2003 3:10 am

<b>Real Name : </b>Luabrilla Ghârduin<BR><BR><b>Known As : </b> Luabrilla, Lua<BR><BR><b>Race: </b>Easterling <BR><BR><b>Gender: </b>Female<BR><BR><b>Age: : </b> 22<BR><BR><b>Height: </b>5’4’’<BR><BR><b>Hair : </b>Black<BR><BR><b>Eyes : </b>grey<BR><BR><b>Occupation: </b>daughter of an Eastern Chieftain, star-gazer, fortune teller<BR><BR><b>Weapons : </b> bow and arrows, sword when required, daggers in sheathes on leg<BR><BR><b>Possessions : </b><BR> Many – she is a richly endowed daughter of a powerful chieftain. However, currently she carries little due to the circumstances surrounding her departure from home. She has the clothes she was taken in and little else.<BR>On her left shoulder is tattooed a moon – the patron goddess of her birth and her namesake. Around her neck she wears a beautiful necklace that her mother gave her at birth. It is the colour of silver but is strong and does not break. The links were welded together so it does not have a clasp. Each link is intricately made with unusually twisting and interlocking snake-like shapes. It is an heirloom of her mother’s people and would be recognised by them.<BR>On the third finger of her right hand Lua wears a gold band set with little blue stones. They were a gift from her father at her passage from girl to womanhood.<BR><BR><b>Garments : </b><BR><BR>Currently wearing a well made dress as would befit the daughter of a well to do merchant although with not much finery. Generally wears silks and light materials when in her homeland.<BR><BR><b>At First glance : </b><BR><BR>Luabrilla can strike people as withdrawn and detached. Her eyes often turn inwards, her thoughts to places that you can only imagine. She is not loud or boisterous but can do strange and very unexpected things that would not be expected of one of her station. Much can be explained from her upbringing as her father’s favourite wife’s firstborn, and her exotic (amongst his people) looks have not gone unnoticed in his court. She is very slow to anger, has never really felt extremes of fear or passion as yet, and seems to go through life with equanimity and certainty that all will be well.<BR><BR><b>History</b><BR>Luabrilla was born to a powerful and wealthy Easterling chieftain in the furthermost reaches of the Easter empire. Her mother bore her after having been married to her father only 9 months and she was born under the height of the moon’s power. Because of the significance of the lunar cycle to her father’s people, and the fact that the moon was at its brightest as she took her first cry, she was named in its honour ‘ ‘Lua’ for moon and ‘brillac’ for brightness, or shining one.<BR><BR>Luabrilla grew surrounded by wealth and with a father who doted on her every step. Most of her siblings were older as he had taken her mother for a wife having already had 10 other children with 2 older women. Given his thirst for sons had been slaked somewhat with the 8 that he had, he indulged Lua with every possible trinket and whim that she should require, giving to her the lavish attention that he was not so able to provide to his other children due to the requirements imposed upon him when he was but a young chieftain .<BR>Lua’s mother brought her up with love and delight, and when the little one was nearly 2 years old her mother presented her husband with another child – a son – Tallain.<BR><BR>Lua adored her brother and got on well with her 10 other siblings. She was a happy albeit dreamy and rather absent minded child. As she grew older many called her ‘fey’ behind her back, whispering of powers that she had to communicate with spirits and the little folk. If she heard these whispers, Lua never let on and she continued through her early years with the same calm temperament until she reached womanhood. At the passage from girl to womanhood, she had her tattoo placed on her left shoulder and that same night, her mother told her the truth about her father. Of how he had murdered all of her kin, down to the last man, woman and child so that he could take her as his wife.<BR><BR>The next day Luabrilla began studying the stars and learning divination and fortune telling from her mother. She also studied at music, dancing, and other art forms known to provide interest and entertainment to a man as she was being groomed to be offered in marriage.<BR><BR>Over the next few years, her stance and attitude changed little, she remained dreamy remote, but it was tempered with an ability to almost foresee events in some way, and in understanding the stars and their influence on people.<BR><BR>On her 21st birthday her father found a good match for her and a marriage was agreed – he was to come and collect her over the next few months. She then started her training in the physical forms of pleasuring a man, although she would go a virgin to her wedding bed, she would not arrive there without thought or knowledge of how to behave.<BR><BR>Shortly before her betrothed arrived to take her away, her beloved brother left home – she knew he was going to leave and although she wept bitterly when he did, she also agreed with her mother that it was his destiny to do so and that he could not do any good in his homeland, his place was in the West.<BR><BR>She was married in her father’s house and became the wife of Tarin-aGruin, a powerful and wealthy war lord in the South of the eastern lands. After 40 days of feasting and celebration, Lua started the journey South with her husband. On the way to his lands, Tarin was called away on a threat to one of his fiefs, and he took with him half of the warriors that had accompanied him. Luabrilla was left with the rest and made the rest of the journey alone. <BR><BR>One night she read in the stars that a great change was happening in the East – a change that would shake all to its foundations. She also saw that her path was going to change and that an event would be taking place in the next few days which would rattle the quiet, peaceful life she had always enjoyed. The next day her escort was attacked by a huge contingent. She was taken prisoner, bound and her eyes covered. She was not harmed.<BR><BR>An enemy of her father and her husband had kidnapped her and now aimed to take her to Harad and sell her to a wealthy lord in those lands where her skills would be much sort after and appreciated. Lua did not offer resistance as she saw in the event her future and resolved to await further signs before making any moves.<BR>She was taken by a small, swift contingent of horsemen to the borders of Middle Earth and there handed over to a trader, who has travelled slowly through the Western lands, passing her off as his daughter and thus keeping her away from prying eyes. Her captors have thought nothing of her, given the lack of resistance and trouble she has caused them, not knowing that she has been waiting for her sign.<BR><BR><b> Shezraeuna d’albrith Ghârduin </b><BR><BR>Lua’s mother was 17 when her family, a group of Travelling people originally hailing from Harad and the southern lands, finished their 10 year trek around the Eastern lands at theh far eastern lands of Dalsuith, where Leaon Ghârduin was a powerful warlord and chieftain of various small fiefdoms. A lean and hungry man, both in terms of riches, land and personal conquest, Dalsuith was reaching a time where he had a need for a new conquest, but no focus for his interest.<BR>The Travelling people asked to perform for his entertainment, and he agreed – amongst their performers was 17 year old Shezraeuna – a beautiful, captivating dancer, with a lithe body, luminous almost silver eyes and one of the most talented fortune tellers the ‘family’ had ever seen.<BR>She stole his heart at the first dance and Dalsuith was entranced and consumed by a need to have her – he approached the head of the ‘family’ – and asked to have her as his third wife.<BR>The traveller refused – it is against the traditions of theh travelling people to marry outside their kind or to settle in one place.<BR>Outraged, Dalsuith plotted to pursue her and to have her for his own. In a fit of madness, he sent his men who waylaid, ambushed and slaughtered the travellers as they made their way out of his lands – they killed all (so he was told) of her family, her friends and all those she had grown up with all her life, and took the sobbing girl to their lord. He took her as his third wife that night and 9 months later Lua was born.<BR>Shezraeuna does not hate her lord although it took her many months to get over her initial feelings of revulsion against him. She has seen in the portents that both her children have destinies and that it was indeed her fate to end up with her husband, who she now has deep feelings for. She has a great influence over him and can soothe him in his blackest moods. She has never told Tallain of his father’s deed and does not ever intend to do so as this would inflame him and make him seek revenge and she knows that his fate lies in the West. Her daughter she told on her passage to womanhood, along with the explanation of why and a hint of her own need to seek her destiny. It is much through Shezraeuna’s teachings and guidance that Lua has turned out as calm and accepting of the events that have overtaken her.<BR>
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Postby Ulugz » Tue Aug 19, 2003 4:14 pm

<b>Name</b> Ûlugz<BR><b>Race</b> Uruk-hai<BR><b>Apparent Race</b> Goblin Warg-rider<BR><b>Appearance</b> Approximately four feet tall, with a thin wiry build. Has all the endearing facial features of an olive skinned bulldog, crossed with a gorilla. Hair is a tangled mass of waist length dirty black dread-locks. Generally wears patched together transition style armor over a quilted tunic and shaggy hide leggings.<BR><b>Gender</b> Undeterminable, assumed by most(incorrectly) to be male.<BR><b>Gear</b> she wears a light-weight assortment of mismatched armor, mostly leather but with some mail, and an open face riveted helm with cheek-guards and beaked nasal-guard (sort of a gothicized spangenhelm). Her weapons include a powerful laminate recurve bow with a varity of hunting and war arrows, a scimitar, a small axe, and several dozen knives and daggers (some for throwing, some for skinning and butchering, even some for close-in fighting when all else fails). Everything she owns has been stolen from the dead, so her gear is a bizzare mix of human, dwarven, and goblin make. The only thing she will not take is elf-gear. <BR><BR><b>Background story</b><BR>Born in the last decade of the third age, in the dank pits beneath the tower of Isenguard, she was a nameless female infant of a nameless orcish brood-slave. From the moment she shrieked her first indignant breath, life was a battle for survival. Like most Uruk-hai, she had killed and eaten her weaker sibling by the time she was three months old. By the time she was three years old, she was an orphan. Her dam had failed to give live birth for two pregnancies in a row, and was hemorrhaging severely. The birthing hag shook her scraggy head, and proclaimed the female orc worn out with bearing almost thirty young over the past twenty years. She was still alive when the overseers threw her body to the wargs.<BR>Watching the savage, starving wolves battle each other over her screaming mother’s entrails, the orc-child felt a strange sympathy for the giant monsters. They were the most powerful creatures she had ever seen, and yet were captives here, like herself. From that day forward she was always in, or around the warg pens. Any creature, from rodent to human slave to unwary orc, that came within reach of her little knife, was quickly reduced to bite-sized treats for her favorite beasts. The wargs quickly realized that extra food was forthcoming if they allowed this particular orc to approach them. They snarled and snapped at each other, but would back away to allow the little orc to clean the filth from their pens. This unusual rapport did not go unnoticed by the captain of the warg-riders. Never realizing the young orc could be a female, so far away from the maternity caverns, he demanded that the “Snaga” join his warg cavalry unit.<BR>So it was that a mere child of the Uruk-hai, disguised as a goblin warg-rider, found herself being trained in the use of weapons that a female would normally have been forbidden to touch. She learned the language of the giant wolves, and how to use the momentum of a running mount to make a sword thrust more deadly. She learned to concoct deadly toxins, and how to envenom an arrow or blade without poisoning herself. And she learned to use a bow. The powerful composite bow of laminated black-horn, wood, and sinew became her forté. She could shoot with equally deadly accuracy from the back of a leaping warg, or standing on the ground. Her body grew lean and hard muscled, though still small and wiry of frame. <BR>As she grew older, hiding her gender became more and more difficult. She took to coating herself with rancid fat, oil, and warg dung to hide her female scent. After her first training raid on an outlying Rohirrim village, a golden bauble and the roasted flesh of the woman who wore it, was sufficient to bribe the ancient birthing-hag to teach her knowledge of herb-lore. With certain roots and herbs the young orc was able to stunt the development of feminine attributes, but they hindered her overall growth as well. She would remain the height attained by her seventh year, for the rest or her life, easily passing for a goblin of the misty mountain caves. <BR>When the armies of Saruman marched on Théodred and Erkénbrand at the fords of Isen, she rode with them. She was now referred to as Gakhdhâr-gorosh (third rank - right side). Gakhdhâr had never fought an organized and well armed opponent before, and the ferocity of the battle unnerved the eight year old orc. Suddenly she was aware that fighting for the Sharku could also mean dying, for a being who would refrain from kicking her only to avoid soiling his shoes. When the wild wolves slunk back into the hills after feasting on the battle carrion in the night, she urged her giant grey mount to join them. Fleeing back up into the mountains above Nan Curunír, the lone orc watched in disbelief from a high mountain ledge, as the Ents destroyed her former prison, the only home she had ever known. <BR>Fending for herself in the wilderness, it wasn’t long before the native goblins found her. Mistaking the Uruk for one of their own kind, and not wanting to fight so well armed an orc or so large a warg, the goblins invited “him” to join them. The dialect the mountain goblins spoke was unfamiliar, and when the inevitable questions of “Who are you?” and “Where are you from?” and “How did you get here?“ were asked, the little orc could only point back the way it had come and respond “u Lug.” (the Tower) Mistaking the response for a name, from that day forward the orc was called Ûlugz by the goblin tribe.<BR><b>More recent history</b><BR>It’s impossible to know if Ûlugz would have been content to stay in the goblin caverns. For the call of Sauron was not to be denied. As the evil pall from Orodurin blotted out the sun, the pack of wargs and their goblin riders loped southward under the fell géas of Mordor.<BR>Moving swiftly along the foothills of the White Mountains, they harried the flanks of King Theoden’s army in lightning attacks all the way to the Pellinor fields.<BR>Sticking to the fringes of the battle, Ûlugz's band was able to avoid the general slaughter when Sauorn's power was destroyed with the ring. With The Great Eye Gone, the goblins happily began despoiling the dead, looting anything they could carry, until the forces of Gondor drove them back into the hills.<BR>Currently Rp in "Angmar Rising"<BR><BR><BR><i>More to come later.</i>
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Postby Aramel » Tue Aug 19, 2003 8:16 pm

Name: Aramel Calawen<BR><BR>Race: Elf<BR><BR>Gender: Female<BR><BR>Age: 1879 years old when she first left home<BR><BR>Height: Five foot ten<BR><BR>Build: Slender<BR><BR>Hair: Black<BR><BR>Eyes: Grey<BR><BR>Marital Status: Single<BR><BR>Occupations: None in particular<BR><BR>Clothes: Forest green dress reaching to knees, and sometimes long green hooded cloak.<BR><BR>Means of Travel: On foot, and on white horse called Nimel.<BR><BR>Weapons/Skills: Sword, poetry, singing, likes to shoot with a bow but very rarely hits the mark.<BR><BR>Picture: <a href='http://www.e173.com/aramel/characters/aramel.jpg' target=_blank>here</a><BR><BR>Bio: Aramel is the daughter of Cirdan. Weary of life as a noble lady in a house, and weary of an over-protective father, she ran away with a lady from beyond the sea, founding together the sanctuary of Silamar. Aramel lives in the woods outside the city of Silamar. Adopted two elf-children whose parents have been killed by Orcs. She mostly lives a peaceful life at Silamar, but has a fondness for adventure. In battle she can force herself to be ruthless, but if given a choice, she will not kill.
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Postby Synthia » Wed Sep 03, 2003 12:28 pm

<strong>Name:</strong><BR>Synthia <BR><BR><strong>Nickname:</strong><BR>Sharpeyes <BR><BR><strong>Gender:</strong><BR>Female <BR><BR><strong>Race:</strong><BR>Human <BR><BR><strong>Age:</strong><BR>16 at the beginning of the 4th age <BR><BR><strong>Height:</strong><BR>5 feet 6 inches. <BR><BR><strong>Weight/Build:</strong><BR>variable weight, depending on food supply, though she is on the thin side, though not extremely tiny. Well shaped. <BR><BR><strong>Hair:</strong><BR>Just beyond shoulder length, a rich earthy brown, fine and straight. Usually held back tied behind her head. <BR><BR><strong>Eyes:</strong><BR>Dark gray, with a bit of blue and green in them, depending on the light. <BR><BR><strong>Face:</strong><BR>Moderately thin, very beautiful. Occasionally viewers ask whether how much elvish blood is in her because of her beauty. <BR><BR><strong>General Appearance:</strong><BR>She is not too tall, well built. Though stunningly beautiful, it is often difficult to tell, due to being covered with the marks of hard travel, covering her features. <BR><BR><strong>Clothing:</strong><BR>She wears moderately fitted leggings, long leather boots which cover her knees, and long tunics, covered by a vest and a cloak. All are either brown, green, or black, since she has several pairs of each. Once in a very long time she’s been known to wear the beautiful robes and dresses of the elves, but more often she prefers rougher forest clothing. She wears light brown gloves on her hands, with the right one slightly reinforced to protect her fingers from her bowstring. <BR><BR><strong>Weapons:</strong><BR>She has a light elvish knife in her right boot, a larger elvish knife behind her back on her belt. On her left hip rides a small thin elvish sword, while on the right is her quiver, which has a small general purpose knife built into it. Her primary weapon though is her bow. While in Southern Gondor after the war, she came across an easterling trader who had in his possession a bow which he said came from even further east than his lands. Made of layered horn, it was completely unlike any bow found in the west, flinging its arrows faster and more accurately than any bow but those of Lorien, and with a much smaller length, but very hard to control and master. Synthia purchased it, and on her return to Rivendell persuaded the elves to make her a better one. The final product, produced by the elves, is again horn layered, from the antlers which the deer near Imladris shed every year. The arms curve in the middle, while the two ends are solid. Synthia found this bow even harder to use at first than the original, but once she mastered it, she became easily the best archer in Rivendell, save the best elvish masters. <BR><BR><strong>Skills:</strong><BR>Her most distinctive skill is innate, eyesight which is far beyond human, almost elvish. A fantastic archer, she is also well versed in the sword and the knife, both skills taught to her by her father. He also taught her woodcraft, and all of the other knowledge of the Rangers. She is an accomplished harpist, though unable to meet the elves in skill. She knows how to tell a good story, and has been known to act well in the few plays put on in Imladris. She also has some skill at tending wounds. Always a fast learner, she is constantly learning things during her travels. <BR><BR><strong>Possessions:</strong><BR>Few. She stays in Rivendell much of the time, but has no permenant room there, instead sleeping in the forest nearby. She has a pack in which she keeps a few extra cloths, some food (mostly dried meat), a small healers kit, a kit for her bow and arrows, and a sharpening stone. A few dishes and two pans are her cooking gear, and she has a bedroll and two waterproof cloths. <BR><BR><strong>Distinctive Markings:</strong><BR>None, though Synthia wears a pair of diamond earrings shaped like the Star of the Earendil. <BR><BR><strong>Means of Travel:</strong><BR>Walking, though she often uses a horse if she can get one, though no particular horse is hers. <BR><BR><strong>Occupation:</strong><BR>Hunting trolls, though will go after any creatures of evil. Sometimes travels with the Rangers on their patrols. <BR><BR><strong>Romantic Status:</strong><BR>Single, and a bit too proud to accept many attempts at romance. However, she is young, newly come into adulthood, and often feels the urge to explore that side of herself. She also knows very little about human relationships, so she can be very direct when expressing herself. <BR><BR><strong>Personality:</strong><BR>A generally cheerful person, she’s quick to smile and laugh. She always enjoys a joke. However, she is also quite proud, and sometimes keeps her self seperated from those she sees as below her. Once she gets to know anyone though, that seperation quickly falls. <BR><BR><strong>Sense of Humor:</strong><BR>Quiet. She seldom tells jokes, but laughs at almost any. <BR><BR><strong>Virtues:</strong><BR>Synthia is very honest. She would never think to tell a lie. <BR><BR><strong>Greatest Fear:</strong><BR>Being left behind, alone. Synthia has no problem being by herself, or living in the wilderness for months on end, but from an event during her childhood, Synthia has feared being left behind, left alone. If her friends deserted her, she would wilt like a flower in a furnace. <BR><BR><strong>Deepest Secret:</strong><BR>When she went south to Minas Tirith to bury her father, all of his belongings were given to her. At the bottom of his pack she found a message, written to her by her father, to be delivered upon his death. In it she was told of her great grandfather, who was not the ranger that was marked down in the family history, but actually an elf. She feared that she would be found out as being partly elf. <BR><BR><strong>Motivation:</strong><BR>Hatred of evil. Her father fell before Mordor defending Aragorn, slain by a troll, while her mother was also slain by a troll when Synthia was only six years old, ambushed on the road between Bree and Rivendell. Now that she is old enough, Synthia fights for her parents memories. Yet without that hate, she is aimless, not knowing her place, a daughter of a ranger, with a spirit too great to stay at home. <BR><BR><strong>Self-Concept:</strong><BR>Synthia feels that she is an avenger, finishing the war against evil. She thinks little of her other skills, thinking of them as a disguise to fit in. To herself, she is a ranger, despite being told otherwise, and knowing that the rangers aren’t as necessary as before. <BR><BR><strong>Family:</strong><BR>She is the daughter of a ranger and his wife, also a daughter of rangers. All of her bloodlines go back to Arnor, though not entirely to nobility. She’s related through her grandmother to the royal line of Isildur, and through her greatgrandfather, she is also partly elvish. She has no other family, both her parents were single childs, and she has no other siblings. Her grandparents are dead, for she was born late in her parents lives. She has several distant cousins, but the bond is of little note to her. <BR><BR><strong>What does your character want more than anything else in the world? What is his/her goal?</strong><BR>The extermination of the trolls that killed her parents. She also yearns to belong, but doubts it will ever happen, for she knows of nowhere where she will fit in. <BR><BR><strong>Whom does he/she dream about, yearn for, hate?</strong><BR>She has no secret passion for any man, but she has a conflict with an old friend of hers, Jaeniver, an elf woman who helped raise her after her mother died. They were good friends before Synthia left for Gondor, but once she returned, their wills began to clash. <BR><BR><strong>What makes him/her laugh?</strong><BR>Joy. Synthia takes little fun from stupidity or foolishness, but a display in the joy of life, or having fun, will make her happy and bring forth a bubbly laugh from her. <BR><BR><strong>History: </strong><BR>Born to a ranger and his wife, Anleoth and Aniriel, on midsummers day, the girl named Synthia seemed normal enough. As with many of the children of the Rangers, she was raised in Rivendell. There Synthia stayed with her mother until she was six, happy, still as normal as any ranger girl. Sometimes she seemed to be able to see things before anyone else, but no one took much notice.<BR><BR>The winter after her sixth birthday was unusually harsh. Aniriel and several other members of the Ranger families in Rivendell decided to go west to visit their loved ones, bring them good company and warm supplies in the deep of winter. When they left, their younger children, including Synthia, were kept in Rivendell for fear the cold would get to them during the hard journey. None who stayed behind were happy, none less so than Synthia. Even after they learned that being forced to stay with the elves saved their lives, the eleven children, the oldest ten years of age, never were glad they stayed, all preferring to have died with their parents. For shortly after crossing the second river between Rivendell and Bree, they were ambushed by hungry trolls, driven from the mountains by winter. All of the families were slain, except one, and he died not long after, but not before he told his tale to the rangers who were tracking the trolls found him.<BR><BR>When the news reached Rivendell, Synthia was crushed by grief, and became utterly silent. She was entrusted to the care of a young elf, Jaeniver, who raised her until the War of the Ring, and become, in spirit, an older sister to Synthia. Yet she could not rouse Synthia from her silence when first they met. Only when word came that the pack of trolls had been slain by the elves and rangers pursuing them did Synthia speak once more.<BR><BR>Synthia was changed, however. Before, she’d seemed destined to be as most ranger women, wife to a ranger, with only enough thought for warfare to learn some rudimentary defenses. But after her mother’s death, Synthia took the route of the ranger, and began to learn the ways of war. Tutored by her doting father, after three years had passed she knew all he could teach her. Even the elves were impressed by her quickness of learning. Only Jaeniver knew of the hatred which drove the young girl. In skills she mastered the knife, but never became comfortable with the sword. Instead, she concentrated on archery, which seemed to come naturally to her. Synthia was breathtakingly skilled with a bow, assisted by her incredible eyesight. Only the elves possessed better eyesight, byt Synthia came close to matching them in both light and darkness. By eleven years of age, she had passed every ranger in archery, with only the elves surpassing her skill.<BR><BR>Under the care of Jaeniver, Synthia matured, versed in other knowledge which she did not seak out, but nevertheless appreciated. As she grew, she became a jewel among the human folk living at Rivendell, in all but her appearance and heritage an elf. Impeccable in appearance and manners, Synthia felt at home in Rivendell, content, but with the flame of hate merely an ember, fueling only her thirst for warlike skills.<BR><BR>Life was good for Synthia as she passed her sixteenth birthday, but that fall the rangers, including Anleoth her father, went to war in the south. When word reached Rivendell of the end of the war, and the destruction of the One Ring, there was much celebrating, but Synthia did not join in. The fire, buried deep for nine years, burst forth once more, for with the tale of victory over Sauron, came word of the rangers. Many had fallen, including her father, slain by a mountain troll of Gorgoroth while defending his captain, Aragorn. Shortly after, despite the pleas of her mentor Jaeniver, Synthia took a horse and left for the south. She would not see Rivendell for five years.<BR><BR>In Minas Tirith Synthia buried her father beside the other fallen rangers. The words of her distant uncle, Aragorn, now king of Gondor, did nothing to still Synthia’s sorrow. She received her fathers belongings, taking what she wanted, and sending the rest back with the other rangers, to be returned to the armory of the Rangers of the North. Given a chance to stay in Minas Tirith by the king, Synthia stayed in the south, learning of Gondor. Occasionally, as she grew, she accompanied the trade caravans into Harad, Rhun, and Umbar, becoming slightly familier with those lands. But as time wore on, a yearning for the north grew in her, as did the long dorment thirst for revenge.<BR><BR>When Synthia turned nineteen, she joined a patrol going into Gorgoroth. The king sent them into Mordor frequently, searching out any remaining holdouts of evil creatures. Few were left, but enough remained that there was still a need for troops in the mountains. Fortune was with the patrol, for they stumbled upon a small troop of starving orcs, accompanied by two trolls. In the ensuing fight, Synthia slew one of the trolls with an arrow through its eye. Ignoring the compliments of her fellow hunters, Synthia exaulted in her kill, and the flames within her burned bright. To kill the same evil creatures as had slain both her parents gave Synthia a rush of pleasuure unequaled by any experience she’d ever had. Returning to Minas Tirith, the life she led there seemed stale, and she left with the next patrol.<BR><BR>By her twentieth birthday, Synthia had slain eight trolls, always with arrows, aided by the strange eastern bow she’d mastered. So effective was Synthia, and such was her passion that had persuaded Aragorn to send even more patrols into Mordor, that there were no longer enough trolls to sate the fire which still burned in her. That spring, before her twentyfirst birthday, Synthia returned to the north, arriving in Rivendell on Midsummers Day.<BR><BR>Her friends were shocked by the changes in her, none more so than Jaeniver. Synthia was still the same cheerful young woman, but now she was willful and independent, and as typical for her age, disregarded authority. This, and the bloodlust which drove her on long, lonely hunting trips in the mountains, looking for trolls, drove a wedge between Jaeniver and Synthia. The yong woman still respected the elf, but felt that Jaeniver was interfering in her life, and no longer understood her. Yet sometimes, alone in the forests, Synthia would let a few tears fall, for she felt torn by the division between her and Jaeniver, one of the only friends she’d ever really had, and now seemed to have lost. The flames within Synthia were all she had left, and only the thirst for the blood of trolls remained to give her life direction.
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Postby EiltDruin » Thu Sep 04, 2003 1:11 am

<b>Name</b>-Kipp.<BR><BR><BR><b>Race</b>-Elven.<BR><BR><BR><b>Gender</b>-Male.<BR><BR><BR><b>Height</b>-6'0"<BR><BR><BR><b>Age</b>-777 years old.<BR><BR><BR><b>Eye Color</b>-Crystal Grey.<BR><BR><BR><b>Hair Color</b>-Blonde with White Streaks.<BR><BR><BR><b>At First Glance</b>-Tall and Muscualr with All Knowing Eye's.<BR><BR><BR><b>Garb</b>-Leather Breast Plate, Leather Boot's, Black Stockings and a Black Cape with a Hood.<BR><BR><BR><b>Reason For Living</b>-To live life as a <b>Protector Of The Race's</b>, <b>A Historian</b>, <b>A Healer</b> and above all <b>A Master Druid</b><BR><BR><BR><b>Personality</b>-Well he carries an aura about himself, which isnt his fault, of Superiority, he is Calm, Cool, and Collective, Quiet and Caring.<BR><BR><BR><b>Skills</b>- Weapons Master, Can Commune with the Dead for advice, Can Commune with animals, Possesor Of The Druid Magic and Elvish Magic, He is also a Locat and has some Healing Capabilities.<BR><BR><BR><b>Pets</b>-Travels with a Moor Cat which is from another plain of existence.Looks like a Lion but about 2 times bigger and stronger, it can appear translucent and is devoted to Kipp.<BR><BR><BR><b>Weapons</b>-An Imbuned Broad Sword Strapped to his back and nothing more.<BR><BR><BR><b>Background</b>-Born a Prince to the Throne Of Moralyn, he was a bight child even at birth. His mother died while giving birth to him, his heartbroken father laid him into her lifeless arm's and weeped for his beloved Queen, when he raised his eye's she was crying and cuddling the child that had brought her back from her endless dream. So He was named Kipp, after an Elven patron that brought life back to the heart's that meant well in life. He grew and was trained in weapon's early on and was quickley dubbed Moralyn's Weapons Master at age 22. At this age of his life he realized he could communicate with the forest animal's and the Bird's of the sky, His father was a powerful man and had many friend's he knew of his talent and had his Royal Mage Summon his only son a Moor Cat from another plain of existence, only to serve Kipp and his Family whoever that might be. One day while hunting he was attacked by robber's and found out his other talent, White Flames errupted from his finger tips and nearly killed those men. He never went back home, for he was scared he might hurt someone close to him. So Kipp went his own way, vowing to Never do Evil and Protect the Good of the world he lived in, no matter what their Race might be. After many, many, many years of wandering and meeting new people and other races, some rejecting him, some accepting him, but in the end it was he and his companion, "The Cat". He came across a wise old man, who he confided in and Kipp told him his story of how he got where he was at, and why that rediculious cat was traveling with him. The older man accepted him and brought him under his wing, he taught him of the Magic, Science's, and The Evil..."the dark magic". He studied with other's also who were under the guidence of this old man everyone called Vrina. After 300 years or more of apprenticeship he started having dreams of, War's, Anguish, Turmoil, and Of an Eye. He Told Vrina about his dreams and they came to the conclusion his dreams were manifested in another relm of existence..At first he didnt understand, but Vrina used the Cats presence as an example, and soon the dreams became more vivid..Then he found where this plane was and what it was called and how to get there....Kipp knew he was needed in this place called Middle Earth, for what you ask?......Well thats why he is here!<BR><BR><BR><b>Flaw's</b>-Besides the fact that he is new to this relm, Kipp has his occational mood swings, he can become reclusive at time's..He tends to mumble to himself alot of his answer for it is, he is talking to the animal's..that gets annoying at night.
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Postby SorceressintheGoldenWood » Wed Oct 01, 2003 12:45 pm

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Postby Aramel » Fri Oct 03, 2003 3:54 am

Name: Moralyn<BR><BR>Race: Human<BR><BR>Gender: Female<BR><BR>Age: Changes with the years<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Height: Five foot five<BR><BR>Build: Willowy and graceful<BR><BR>Hair: Golden<BR><BR>Eyes: Blue<BR><BR>Marital Status: Single<BR><BR>Occupations: Ruthlessly killing people of the light, and manages to fool them by her "bright" appearance. She does have golden hair, after all.<BR><BR>Weapons/Skills: She is sleight of foot; even an elf cannot hear her. When she is close enough, she dispatches her victims with a sharp dagger coated with a slow, agonising poison. However, she likes "sport", as she calls it, and tends to just scratch her victims with the blade and watch them crawling around in agony before they die.<BR><BR>Clothes: Usually wears black shirt, black mail corset, black breeches, black cloak. Changes into white when deceptiveness is needed, and conceals dagger under dress.<BR><BR>Picture: Picture is <a href='http://www.e173.com/aramel/characters/moralyn.jpg' target=_blank>here</a>. Detail is <a href='http://www.e173.com/aramel/characters/moralyn-d.jpg' target=_blank>here</a><BR><BR>Means of Travel: On foot<BR><BR>Bio: Moralyn was an abandoned child, whose parents were farmers of Lebennin, taken in by the shadow, which promised her unceasing life. Under the shadow she grew strong, and cruel as an Orc, yet was still fair to see. For this reason she was employed to kill elves in their forests, and was used to lure men into traps. For her face was fairer than any of mortal kind at that time, and she had no scruples about what form of deception she used, even to feigning love. And she served none save the shadow and her own heart, and after the fall of the shadow she became an assassin, serving whoever paid most. She is a being of the darkness, yet in her heart she still carries a forgotten dream of light, and it may be that in years to come, that seed shall bear fruit.
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Postby Aiduial » Fri Nov 14, 2003 11:30 am

(I noticed in the index there is another user whose name is similar to mine<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Name: Aiduial<BR>Age: The equivalent of 17<BR>Race: Elf<BR>Looks: 5'8", deep auburn hair with golden tints which comes to her waist(loose ringlets), sky blue eyes with a faint ring of yellow around the pupil. HEr complexion is an even, ivory one with a sprinkle of freckles. <BR>Family: N/A(but in Sister to the PRince she is Thranduil's adopted daughter)<BR> <BR>I use this bio for many of the various characters I use when rp'ing, so here are more details on ea. :<BR><BR>The Pride of Pern-<BR>Name: D'ial<BR>Race: Human(the only one on Pern!)<BR>History: Rider of the green dragon Kanoth, and message rider of Ista Weyr. She is the illegitimate daughter of The Lord Holder of Tillek, and his heir's half sister. Her 'boyfriend' is T'mai rider of the brown Saranth.<BR><BR>Treasure in Moria-<BR>Name: Ryde Sola<BR>History: duaghter of a Lorien marchwarden, kidnapped by orcs, and tken north, when she escaped, she was found by the Rangers and trained, and then apprenticed to the assassin, Morbath.<BR><BR>Storms Arise in Tir-nan-Og:<BR>Name: Fiona<BR>History: the king's neice and twin sister of Fion<BR><BR>Name: Fion<BR>Bio: his hair, though much like his sister's is cut to curl lightly at his eyebrows, ears and neck<BR>History: King's nephew and twin brother of Fiona
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Postby Altariel_the_Wise » Mon Nov 17, 2003 2:37 pm

<b>Name:</b> Altariel <BR><b>Nickname:</b> None<BR><b>Title:</b> None<BR><b>Race:</b> Elf; Noldo to be precise<BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Age:</b> Born in 2783 of the Second Age. You do the math. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><b>Height:</b> 5'11"<BR><b>Weight:</b> Altariel does not like to discuss her weight.<BR><b>Hair Color:</b> Dark Brown<BR><b>Eye Color:</b> Brown, with a Green undertone<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Gives the impression of an aloof, reserved individual.<BR><b>Build:</b> Slim and somewhat muscular<BR><b>Maritial Status:</b> Single<BR><b>Occupation:</b> None<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> Chesnut Mare named Lintatál. <BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Amiable, but has a very marked stubborn streak. Tends to be reserved around strangers, and fiercely loyal to Lothlorien, its customs and people. Can be quick to react at a threat or perceived threat, sometimes without thinking through the matter throughly. However, as she ages, this tendency is starting to diminish as she gains more of the wisdom and insight of her people. Is very intelligent and has a good sense of humor, but perhaps overly fond of practical jokes. Tends to be bored with diplomacy and speaks what is on her mind. <BR><BR><b>Skills:</b> Particularly adept with a long bow; fairly skilled with an elven blade, though by no means a master. Trained in the arts of healing.<BR><BR><b>Weapons:</b> Longbow with blue-fletched arrows. Elven-sword. Various knives that she has hidden on her person.<BR><BR><b>Biography:</b> Being written. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR><b>Important Note:</b>The writer of the character "PM" also writes for this character.
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Postby mytherielle » Mon Nov 17, 2003 4:07 pm

<b>Character:</b> Daisy Fairbairn<BR><b>Race:</b> Hobbit of the Shire (Undertowers, Westmarch)<BR><BR><b>Appearance:</b> Hobbit-like. Wears breeches for travelling, cloak, and cream shirt under green jacket (very un-feminine for a hobbit!)<BR><b>Hair:</b> Red-gold curly hair, tamed at the back into two interwoven plaits. A short, curly fringe tickles the sides and top of her face.<BR><b>Eyes:</b> Green<BR><b>Height:</b> slightly shorter than the average hobbit<BR><b>Age:</b> 31 (a young 'un)<BR><BR><b>Weapons:</b> an elven dagger "borrowed" from her great grandfather Sam's cabinet, and a length of elven rope.<BR><BR><b>Ancestry:</b> Daisy is a great-granddaughter of Samwise Gamgee, one of the daughters of the Warden of Westmarch. She grew up in Undertowers, and her favourite pastime was listening to old Samwise telling tales.<BR><b>Weapons:</b> an elven dagger "borrowed" from her great grandfather Sam's cabinet, and a length of elven rope.<BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Daisy is a Shire-girl at heart, having grown up in the simple life. But a youth spent listening to stories of wild adventure has left her with the travel bug, and she is determined to get out and see the world before she has to settle down with a nice young Brandybuck or Took. An eminently sensible girl, she struggles with a lack of sophistication, and constantly worries about appearing "backward" to the people she meets and travels with. This means she quite easily gets into difficult situations, since she doesn't want to appear cowardly or unsophisticated. She has a great love of food.<BR><BR><b>Abilities:</b> Daisy is a good tracker and hunter, and quite a dab hand at campfire cookery. Her skills with the elven knife and rope are progressing with her adventures, although she by no means would be able to best an experienced swordsman. To compensate, her hobbit-stealth allows her to slip away unnoticed in many tight situations.<BR><BR>
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Postby Aranel_Sarlonde » Mon Nov 24, 2003 6:03 pm

Just becuz I got tired of not having my info updated on the first page this is a list of ALL my charas. I love being in RPs, so ur more than welcome to ask me to join.<BR><BR><b>Aranel Sarlonde</b>-still activeBR><b>Eärwen Nénharma</b>- still active<BR><b>Amras Telemnar </b>-still active<BR><b>Star</b>-sorta active; can be played in other RPs but was used for a now inactive RP<BR><b>Artanis Telperiën</b>- Brand new chara, debut in FORSAKEN<BR><b>Elladan Telperiën </b>-Brand new chara, debut in FORSAKEN<BR><b>Alatariel Faelivrin </b>- Brand new Chara, debut in EVER BOUND<BR>************************************************<BR>Name:Aranel Sarlonde<BR>Race: Half elf/dwarf<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age: 1,678<BR>Height: Short, only around 5"2'<BR>Build: Slender, small, but strong<BR>Looks: Very fair in Countenance like all elves<BR>Hair: red<BR>Eyes: Dark blue, almost look black<BR>Marital Status: Single...for now<BR>Occupations: Exile...protects Fangron to the best of her abilites<BR>Clothes: Black leggings, dk. red tunic, knee high dk.red travelling <BR>boots, long black traveling cloak with dwarfish runes on it as a <BR>border<BR>Means of Travel: her feet unless she hitches a ride on her <BR>guardian, Treebeard<BR>Weapons/Skills: small dwarfish axe, handmade wrist <BR>crossbow, and two elvish daggers<BR>Bio: Aranel has no memory of her past, all she knows are the<BR>stories that are told to her by Treebeard and the things that<BR>have happened to her in what she sees as a lonely life. <BR>Knwoing that she is half elvish and half dwarfish was somehting <BR>that was pretty obvious, all she knows about her supposed parents <BR>is that her Father was a marchwarden for Mrikwood who died in the <BR>battles that resulted in the Dead Marshes. Her mother was a dwarf <BR>from Moria. When she was first born, to hide their love, her father <BR>brought her to Fangorn and left her there, Aranel only assumed, to die.<BR>Which is, from Treebeard's stories, when Gandlaf the Grey found her <BR>and asked Treebeard to care for her. Gandlaf became a steady visitor<BR>in her life while she lived in Fangorn. Becasue of her <BR>orgins, Gandalf had given her her name which <BR>meant 'Star in a Stonehaven'. <BR>Around the age of 50/60 (being blessed with the immortality of elves)<BR>Aranel wanted to know more about who she was so she set off towards <BR>the elvish cities. Her first stop was Mirkwood in which she was able <BR>to stay there for about three weeks until the inhabitants thereof <BR>found out she was half dwarfish and she was told to leave. Next was <BR>Lothorien, in wehich the same thing ahppened but instead of the <BR>inhabitants finding out it was Lady Gladriel who found out and told<BR>her to leave. Coming upon moria she decided to try the dwarves, who<BR>were nicer than the elves to her, they allwoed her to use the <BR>archives and such to try and find out where she came from to no avail.<BR>After a while she was also told to leave there. Because orcs had nto <BR>yet taken the mountain she traveled to Rivendell, which was the worst<BR>of her visits outside of Fangorn. Not three nights into her stay in <BR>Lord Elrond's house she was stolen from her bedroom in the middle of <BR>the night. Dragging her to the edge of the city these elves had a <BR>branding iron form an dOrc they had killed and branded an Orcish<BR>symbol on to her left arm, which she later finds out means something<BR>to the effect of being a servant to the dark Lord Sauron. <BR>Leaving her at the edge of the city they make sure they think she <BR>is no better than an orc because she is half dwarfish. Being shunned <BR>by the races of her origin, she starts her travles back ot Fangorn <BR>leaving behind all her posseions that she had taken with her in<BR>Rivendell.<BR>Every few months she travels to Bree for a short visit and then <BR>it's back to Fangorn. Living there she has learned to speak Old<BR>Entish, a very slow language to learn. In her travels to Bree <BR>she befriends Strider (otherwise known as Aragorn) a ranger that <BR>will sometimes travel with her as far as the borders of Rivendell <BR>and then they seperate to go their own ways.<BR>Aranel feels no loyalty to any one race inparticular besides the <BR>Ents.<BR>She has a horrible temper when pushed past her limit but usually <BR>apologizes after her outbursts unless she is positive she's right. <BR>Very sarcastic, closes up when her past is brought up becuase she <BR>has no memory of her past. Can be trusting, depends on the person.<BR><BR>Name: Eärwen Nénharma <BR>Race: Mirkwood Elf<BR>Gender: female<BR>Eyes: jeweled teal<BR>Hair: long,curly, deep brown<BR>Height: 5'9" <BR>Clothing: usually wears a long red gown but when traveling she <BR>wears black leggings, black tunic with silver leaves embroidered on it, a dark green cloak, and knee high riding boots<BR>Personality: Eärwen is extremely nice, but as she was brought up<BR>learning weaponry she also has quite a temper when unleashed. <BR>Usually quiet and shy,but only because it was expected of her.<BR>Quite friendly unless given a reason not to be.<BR>Occupation: Niece of King Thuranduil, cousin of Legolas Greenleaf.<BR>History: Eärwen has always lived the way everyone else wanted her <BR>too. SHe was never able to live her ideals or give her opinions. <BR>So she stayed quietly in the backround and did what was required of <BR>her; until two weeks before her 995th birthday when she was told she'd<BR>have an arranged marriage with one of the many men of the court. <BR>That was the last straw for Eärwen, she'd done everything ever asked<BR>of her but was now told she couldn't even choose the man she'd spend<BR>the rest of her immortal life with.That night she gathered up some <BR>of her belongings, retrieved her horse from the stables and ran away<BR>from home. <BR>While partly running away from life at court,she's also (unaware to her) looking for someone who will love her and not just because they have to.<BR><BR>Name: Amras Telemnar <BR>Gender: Male<BR>Looks: 6'0", striking blue eyes, curly brown hair, very handsome<BR>Personality: Strong and Silent, protector, friendly, pretty smart, not prideful<BR>Bio: Hmm, let's see how about a man from Bree. Very well travelled, not a ranger but is very well known throughout the ranger community. Very much a man who draws the ladies but doesn't like women who throw themselves at him or anything.Appreciates beauty but doesn't think it's the most important thing. <BR><BR><BR>Name: Star<BR>Age: 18<BR>Personality: Very quiet, can be social depends. Has<BR>no real opinion about life in general but wants to find it better<BR>than before so she's very outgoing.<BR>Year: 1982<BR>Looks: Very pretty; but doesn't believe it. Soft features <BR>like those, almost childlike. Slender and curvy; almost seems fragile.<BR>Clothes: flared jeans with neon green fabric inlays, black tank top,<BR>neon blue elbow gloves with the fingers cut off so it wraps <BR>around her hand, army boots<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Height: 5' 3''<BR>Eyes: emerald green<BR>Hair: bright red with purple streaks(obviously those have been put <BR>in by her)<BR>Other: Star has been abused by her parents since she was <BR>very young; she finally had the courage run away from home <BR>just a few nights ago. Many of the bruises are still very visable.<BR><BR>Name: Artanis Telperiën <BR>Race: Lapis/Feyeri<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Occupation: Works all sorts of dead ends jobs, usually has to keep moving with her husband. Is a very knowledeged person; fluent in elvish, common tongue & black tongue. Loves to learn, used to be a scribe in the archives at Minas Tirith<BR>Appearance:Extremely long pure white hair, black eyes. Rather short only about 5'3". Extremely pretty almost un-naturally so. Wears long black leggings, dark blue tunic and a dark green cloack. Has no problem displaying her tail and ears. <BR>As a cat: pure white fur with nothing on it. Still has black eyes, very long tail.<BR>Personality: Usually kinda and nice, very helpful. Has a horrible temper. Is very proud of her lineage<BR>Weapon: has no weapons because she doesn't knwo how to fight with weapons. Usually transform to her cat form in fights.<BR>Other: has four scars on her cheeks, two on each, that look like thick stripes <BR><BR>Name:Elladan Telperiën <BR>Race: Vampire/Feyeri <BR>Occupation: Bounty hunter of sorts; husband of Artanis <BR>Appearance: short black hair, eerily bright blue eyes, very tall, around 6'7". Very pleasant to look at, very handsome. Strangely enough he has very tan skin from his Feyeri side of him. Wears loose black pants and billowed white shirt, wears tall dark brown travelling boots, and has a black cloak.<BR>Personality: Very kind, unlike his wife he's able to control his emotions in all instances (unless it concerns her). Very knowledged like her but even more so. Has no desire to ever sire anyone, although before he married Artanis he was working on siring her. <BR>Weapons: Long sword, short sword, and hidden daggers.<BR><BR>Name: Alatariel Faelivrin <BR>Race: Man<BR>Gender: female<BR>Age: 19<BR>Looks: Alateriel has unnaturally bright blue eyes with extrememly long black hair, is about 5'5", rather slim and springy making her a hard target to hit, but when it comes to brute strength she lacks.<BR>Clothing: She wears black leggings, black tunic with silver leaves embroidered on it, a dark green cloak, and knee high riding boots<BR>Personality: Alatariel is very kind but very stubborn. While she is educated in academics and weaponry, she is very much the rebel. She loves the ancient stories and legends. <BR>History: She's grown up in Minas Tirith her entire life. A life at court was what awaited her until she fell in love with a soldier named Rúmil. But because her parents didn't approve of him she had to sneak out all the time to see him. Because of her interest he taught her everything he knew about being a soldier. Unfortunately she lost him in the taking of Osgiliath. Anger and revenge were the only things she cared about anymore so she disguised herself as a soldier and fought in last battles for Middle Earth. Knowing she couldn't go back home she found her way living where she could within the boundaries of Gondor almost afraid to leave the last little bit of her home behind. But after almost being recognized for who she really is she decides its time to take off for the other corners of middle earth.<BR>Favorite Saying: "He who laughs last, thinks slowest."<BR>*********************<BR><b><u>Curent RPs</u></b><BR>-Lost<BR>-True Love's Quest II<BR>-Forsaken<BR>-Songs of our Memorys<BR>-The Ever Bound Fellowship<BR>-The Mercenary Patrol
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Postby NewZealand » Thu Jan 15, 2004 6:15 pm

Hey here's my Character! The only one I have so far.<BR><BR><BR><strong>Name:</strong> Deus<BR><strong>Father:</strong> Nanus<BR><strong>Mother:</strong> Anus<BR><strong>Race:</strong> Elves<BR><strong>Age:</strong> 270 (Around 36 in mortal years.)<BR><strong>Height:</strong> 6:5<BR><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<BR><strong>Marital Status:</strong> Single (for now)<BR><strong>Language:</strong> Elven, and the Common tongue. <BR><strong>Skill:</strong> Building and sailing ships, the longbow and short bow, and fighting with Elven knives and cutlasses.<BR><strong>Weapon:</strong> Rune carved composite longbow<BR><strong>Secondary Weapon:</strong> Two Elven cutlasses<BR><BR><strong>Horse:</strong> Telum is also known as Pipkin.<BR><strong>Type:</strong> Shire.<BR><strong>Color:</strong> Dark gray with black around knees and white feather.<BR><strong>Info:</strong> Fast, strong, and unflinching in battle.<BR><BR><strong>Appearance:</strong> Tall, strong, majestic, far-sighted, short golden hair, wears Elven cloak of grayish color, bow slung on back with his cutlasses. <BR><BR><strong>History:</strong> Was born at the Grey Havens then was sent to the service of Elrond at the age of 8, after his mother died of a sickness. His father built and sold ships, this is where Deus learned how to do so himself. His father fought side by side with Elrond in the battle under Mt. Orodruin, but never lived through that war. Deus was only 13 years old when this happened. Was raised by Elrond as an orphan. Elrond taught him how to use a cutlass and a bow as a marksman.<BR><BR><strong>Personality:</strong> Loyal to whomever he serves, will always finish a task with best of ability, knows how to take orders and to give them, is very trustworthy, very quick on feet, is aware of his surroundings, and is an excellent fighter and mariner.<BR><BR><BR><em>edited for improvements</em><BR><BR>~~~NZ~~~
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