» 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.