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Postby thefantasygirlofLegolas » Wed Jun 05, 2002 10:40 pm

<b>Name:</b> Linteannaiel Greenleaf (Lin for short)<BR><BR><b>Race:</b> Elf<BR><BR><b>Age:</b> 2,721 (appears to be in her mid-to-late teens)<BR><BR><b>Hieght:</b> Around 5'6"<BR><BR><b>Weight:</b> 119 pounds<BR><BR><b>Build:</b> Tall, curvy, light and slender, but also strong.<BR><BR><b>Hair Color:</b> Dark Golden Blonde<BR><BR><b>Eye Color:</b> Misty Blue (with specks of gray and green)<BR><BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Taken, and <i>very</i> happy! Sorry boys! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR><b>Occupation:</b> Singer, Musician, Dancer, Poet - many things.<BR><BR><b>Outfit:</b> A long flowing white dress with green trim on the neckline, the sleeves, the waist, and the hem. Also a Green Velvet Cloak that she wears over her dress(at least when she needs it). <BR><BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> A lively White Elven Horse named Elaniel, who loves apples and fresh sunny mornings. She's as swift as the wind and very mysterious, but also a very loving friend. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><b>Weapons/Skills:</b> And Elvish Bow(and arrows) given to her by her Father, and an Elvish Sword that has been passed down in her family for a very long time. Some of her Skills are: poetry, singing, dancing, archery, horseback riding, reading, writing and language. <BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Lin is very caring, sweet, and loving twords others. She is a good listener and also quiet, but she does talk much when she feels need or wants to open up. She loves to laugh, and have a good time, but can be quite serious too. She is thoughtful and can also be shy, though she loves being with others and taking part in celebrations. <BR><BR><b>Bio:</b> She is Linteannaiel Greenleaf of the Silvan Elves. An Elf who was born and raised in the forest of Mirkwood; she still lives there now. Her father was slain in a great war when she was young, and she now only has the memory of him. Her mother still lives, and dwells in Mirkwood near to Lin, her only daughter, and only child. Lin has long golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She is in love with Legolas Greenleaf; son of King Thranduil, and Elven Prince of Mirkwood. They met when she was much younger, and he trained her to use a bow and arrow, and she is now a great archer. She is also a very skilled singer and loves to write poetry. Celebrations are wonderful to her and a big part of her life. She truly loves being with her fellow elves and kin. She also loves trees, nature, and animals, and has a White Elven horse named Elaniel. The land of Rivendell and the Woods of Lothlórien are dear to her, and she travels to distant places when she can. She also loves to travel and to see new places in Middle-earth, but her heart will always be with Legolas, and her beloved home in Mirkwood.
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Jun 10, 2002 11:22 am

I guess I havent added mine here yet despite promising to do so. I will get it together here shortly.
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Postby Angawathion » Fri Jun 14, 2002 3:19 pm

i noticed the index on the first page hasnt been updated since bofore i posted my bio quite a while ago
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Postby Marlin_Ironclaw » Sat Jun 15, 2002 7:07 am

Angawathion & Leslie, please accept my humble apologies for taking so long to get the index-update sorted out. You will be pleased to know that I've just been through the new posts and Nenya and I will get them done a.s.a.p<BR><BR>~ Leoba (in disguise<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR><BR><BR><b>Name</b> Marlin_Ironclaw<BR><b>Race</b> Dwarf<BR><b>Gender</b> Male<BR><b>Age</b> 182<BR><b>Height</b> small but perfectly formed (about 4’5”)<BR><b>Hair</b> long and wiry, it was once pure black, now tinged with flecks of white<BR><b>Eyes</b> reminiscent of highly polished jet; deep and unfathomable<BR><b>Status</b> eternally single; do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a Dwarvish woman?<BR><b>Occupation</b> highly-skilled metal-worker and warrior<BR><b>Weapons</b> axe and a short broad-sword, made by Telchar in the First Age and handed down his family from father to son.<BR><b>Personality</b> Typical Dwarvish attributes: stubborn, indomitable, brave in battle. Too old to get over his deep and abiding mistrust of Elves.<BR><b>Background</b> The only son of Morin, of Dáin Ironfoot’s people of the Iron Hills, Marlin was born in the year that Thráin II was imprisoned in Dol Guldur and the last of the seven Dwarven rings was lost (2845 of the 3rd Age). Now late middle-aged (equivalent to his mid 50s in modern human terms). His line could be traced back to the Dwarves of Nogrod in the Blue Mountains; his ancestor was one of the few Dwarves of that kingdom not slaughtered by the Elves. <BR><BR>He trained hard with axe and sword as was customary for his race but Marlin’s heart was always given to the love of metalwork. When he was 96 years of age, Marlin was one of the 500 of his kindred to accompany Dáin to Erebor to assist Thorin Oakenshield in the Battle of the Five Armies. He stood solidly by his lord in the press of battle, against the onslaught of the Orcs and wolves. The sturdy Dwarf ,whilst fighting off two Orc soldiers, was additionally attacked by a wolf, resulting in the loss of his left hand. However, the loss of a hand did not put an end to his usefulness in battle for he fought once more with Dáin, during the War of the Ring, in defence of Dale.<BR><BR>Dwarven smiths had replaced the missing hand with a claw of iron, thus enabling Marlin to continue his metalwork to some degree, using the claw as a vice. He increased in skill, producing not just mail of a quality not seen in many an age, but also objects of great beauty including a pair of fantastically carved ruby-set goblets and sword-hilts to suit the most beautiful of Elvish blades. It was this talent which caused Gimli to choose him as one the Dwarves brought south from Erebor to colonise Aglarond. <BR><BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR>This Dwarven smith of Erebor<BR>The stalwart Marlin_Ironclaw,<BR>Despite the loss of his left hand<BR>In battle ‘gainst an Orcish band,<BR>Did fight hard as a warrior<BR>And labored long with gems and ore.<BR><BR><i>‘I don't have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem’ </i><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><BR><i>‘Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup’</i><BR>
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Postby Leslie-ElfWarrior » Sat Jun 15, 2002 1:06 pm

Thank you Leoba.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Ok to any and everyone else,<BR>No more Non-Charactor Bio posts in here (Excpet for the 'occasional Bumps). If you have a question, comment, or ideas, please post them in <u>*The Charactor Archives!!!* A Word Aside thread</u>. This thread should ONLY be for Charactor Bios ok??? We're trying to keep this thread clean. And right now I'm not even suppose to be posting this. Sooo no more non charactor bio posts, (Except for the occasional Bumps) please. Thank you. <BR><BR>*~Leslie~*
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Postby Elenath » Thu Jun 20, 2002 9:30 pm

For the most current bio, go here.
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Postby evenstar1 » Mon Jun 24, 2002 5:18 pm

Name: Alissa <BR>Race: woman<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age: 20<BR>Height: 5ft8<BR>Build: slim an athletic<BR>Hair:Blonde Eyes: green<BR>Marital Status: never wed <BR>Occupations: works in small bakery<BR>Clothes:beautiful deep purple gown with gold etchings The bottom material under her hips is deep blue down to her toes.She is barefoot as she choses to be.She has a light purple shawl that blows in the wind.<BR><BR><BR>Bio-she was born in Bre .(bio to be continued)
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Postby evenstar1 » Tue Jun 25, 2002 2:24 am

Please!! Anyone who wants to comment on my start of a character please do!! I need as much help on this as possible!! I want it too be good!! No GREAT!!. Thats what I thought up on my own with my little brain.<BR><BR>Please make any suggestions I will take no offense!!<BR><BR><BR>Im new to the role -playing thing!!!<a target=new href="http://angyb316@cs.com">http://angyb316@cs.com</a><i>Do not post here!! MAIL THE SUGGESTIONS PLEASE!!! Thats why I put my email address on there. I did not want people to post on this thread any suggestions!!</i>
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Postby Leslie-ElfWarrior » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:07 am

Evenstar and everybody,<BR>Please NO Non-Charactor Bio comments. Go to Word Aside Thread Please.
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Postby evenstar1 » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:16 am

Leslie-ElfWarrior <BR>Raven Haired Shieldmaiden<BR> <BR> <BR>You guys do not seem to understand the post to which I edited even more. I did not want anyone to reply to my post on this Thread thats why I enclosed .................... MY EMAIL ADDRESS!!!!<BR><BR><BR>I will make my self clearer in the future !!<BR><BR>Sorry for any misunderstandings.
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Postby Leslie-ElfWarrior » Tue Jun 25, 2002 4:24 am

evenstar,<BR>I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about such things. Sorry, but there are not suppose to be ANY Non Charactor Bio posts in here at all. I guess you could say I'm the manager of this thread, and it's suppose to remain strictly charactor bios. Meaning if you wish to speak or ask others opinions go to the Word Aside thread Please. But no more Non Charactor posts in here, ok??? I don't want anything else, but charactor information in this thread. Now if you please go to the word Aside thread. No More of This. Please.<BR><BR>Thank you,<BR>*~Leslie~*<BR><BR>Also sorry for the misunderstanding, I'll post the basic rules for the Charactor Archives, and am sorry for any problems I may of caused.
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Postby Beregitt » Tue Jun 25, 2002 9:02 pm

Name: Kali<BR>Race: Nomad- Harad<BR>Gender: female<BR>Age: 16<BR>Occupation: aprentice phalconer<BR>Appearance: 5'3", shoulder length thick black hair, large, deer like black eyes, coppery skin, slim build<BR>Outfit: loose red skirt, yellow woven goat hair belt, gray halter top with different shades of blue embroidery, red veil<BR>Weapons: one long blade at her belt<BR>Marital Status: single<BR>Transportation: a small bay colored stallion with a golden sheen to his coat, named Fleeting Wind. He is very stuborn and very aggravating<BR>Bio: Kali was born to nomads of the Narakshi tribe in North Western Harad. Her father, Kanamu, was a horse breeder of high tribal status, and her mother, Lasaty, was the daughter of a wealthy tatooist. Her father had remarried after her mother after the death of his first wife during the birth of their first child. The baby boy, named Tayun, was raised as Lasaty's son. Before Kali, Lasaty gave birth to two sons, Kahul and Inan, and three daughters, Yhana, Tishan, and Matina. When Kali was three, her mother died giving birth to a stillborn son.<BR><BR>His father, after Lasaty's death, remarried once more. His new wife was a young woman of seventeen, Yamincha. She had no children, however, and proved to be an ill choice as a new mother. However, she was of high blood, the daughter of a chieftan. She brought with her great wealth. <BR><BR>At the age of fifteen, when Kali was nine, Yhana was married to a Numenorean in Umbar, and she died a year later giving birth to a daughter. The baby was raised in Umbar as nobility. Tishan, now fifteen, was married by choice to a phalconer from her own tribe. Kanamu was less than pleased with the match, but did not object. He even consented to let Kali help Tishan's husband Pudan with his birds, and later consented to an aprenticeship. In four years time, Matina, by far the comeliest of the two sisters, caught the eye of a young Outrider's aprentice as he stopped in the camp one night. Next week, the infatuated couple were married.<BR><BR>Kahul, now twenty two, took a wife among the tribe, a weaver's daughter. Inan, young blood restless, moved to Umbar where he sought fame and fortune. Kanamu was conducting his own search for a husband for Kali, though she protested. Tishan and Kahul sided with their younger sister, though Tayun sided with his father. He was twenty five now, and had four young children and a wife of his own. Yamincha, a mild woman, begged her husband to see reasoning in his daughter's words. Kanamu, despite Tayun's gripes, allowed Kali to go without an arranged marriage. <BR><BR>For the past two years, she has trained even harder as a phalconer, and as a horse rider.
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Postby Snowdog » Tue Jul 02, 2002 11:44 am

<i>(I have listed my characters that have been and will be in RP stories, and have given the link to the RP where they have been used in case anyone is ambitious or bored enough to read them. If anyone has any comments on my characters, the either drop a post in the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=40710">Character Archives - A Word Aside</a> or email me at <a href="mailto:Snowdog176@Yahoo.com">Snowdog176@Yahoo.com</a></i>.)<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Dorhílas (In the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=45625">Nightguards</a> RP)<BR><b>Age:</b> 45 <i>(Fourth Age 204)</i><BR><b>Race:</b> Man<BR><b>Heritage:</b> Gondorian/Rohanian/Northern Dúnedain<BR><b>Eyes:</b> blue/grey<BR><b>Hair:</b> dirty blonde, darker in the winter and lighter in the summer<BR><b>Clothing:</b> well-fitting dark brown suede pants and matching vest and boots, forest green silk shirt, and a dark brown cloak cinched at the waist by a plain brown belt. <BR><BR><b>Occupation:</b> metalsmith by day, writer of word and music by night. Was good at scripts and could forge just about anything written.<BR><BR><b>Marital status:</b> unmarried<BR><BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> dark grey horse named Cloud.<BR><BR><b>Weapons of choice:</b> Swords & knives. He carried two swords, and carried various tempered knives.<BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Quiet and soft spoken unless he wishes to be heard. Observant of much that goes on around him. Does not wish for battle, but is more in stealth and kills when necessary. Served on the west border of Rohan in search of rouge Dunlandings.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR><b>NAME:</b> Frea & Forca <i>{Identical twins)</i><BR><b>AGE:</b> 20 <i>(in the year Third Age 2989)</i> 49 <i>(Third Age 3019)</i><BR><b>GENDER:</b> Male<BR><b>RACE:</b> Rohanian<BR><BR><b>PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:</b> Tall and slim fair muscular build. <BR>They have the fair complexion and long blonde locks of the Rohirrim, with a fair faces and a smiles that cuts easily. <BR>Eyes are what tells them apart for Frea's are a faded blue, almost bordering on grey, wheras Forca had bright blue/silver eyes.<BR><BR><b>Bio:</b> Born in Rohan in the foothills of Ered Nimrais near the south fork of the Isen, the River Adorn west of Helms Deep. He and his twin brother Forca grew up the youngest of 4 children of Folca, Forcwyn's elder brother. They had two older sisters. When they reached stature in their teen years, they rode the Westmarch for there were few and the watch on Dunland was constantly needed.<BR><BR>In the year 2989 TA, Frea was dispached north by his commander to search for a woman who was his aunt, Forcwyn. Frea did as ordered, and was unaware for the most part of the danger about, but did not for many years find the Lady Forcwyn.<BR><BR>The brothers were perceptive and could battle well with sword, spear, and bow, and served well on the west borders and in the war of the Ring. They were 50 years of age at that time and fought in the command of Theodred and Grimbold in the battles of Isen where Frea was wounded seriously. Forca rode east with the King and fought in the Pellenor Fields when the King fell.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Halasìan, of the line of Halvàris, Guardsman to King Arvedui. <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=280"><i>(Shadow Over Arnor)</i></a><BR><b>Age:</b> 72 (in the year Third Age 2989)<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male <BR><b>Race:</b> Man - Dúnedain/Lossoth/Gondorian/Rohanian <BR><b>Profession:</b>Ranger - Tracker/Swordsman/Healer<BR><BR><b>Bio:</b> Learned swordsmanship at an early age from his father Halàrvis, Dúnedain Ranger of the North, who rode with Chieftain Argonui, Chieftain Arador, and Chieftain Arathorn II of the Dúunedain Rangers and he was slain the same time of Arathorn II. This was Halasían's first battle at age 17. He to ride with and learned all the ways of the Rangers from them, and would visit Rivendell on occasion and studied herblore and the crafts there. He also on his wanderings sought knowledge from the Wizards Radagast the Brown and from Gandalf the Grey. He travelled far and wide in Middle Earth, and learned many routes and ways from many people, and fought with many armies. He was seen though as a lesser Ranger due ti his methods. Though he always fought for the good and free peoples, his tactics sometimes were brought into question, for there was a darkness that dwelt in his heart he kept ever buried.<BR><BR>Halasían was descended father to son from Halvàris, Guardsman of King Arvedui, and Sian, daughter of the Chief of the Lossoth. Though the bloodline is Dúnedain, it has been mingled through the generations with blood of Rohan, Dol Amroth, Ithilien, and South Gondor. At 30 years of age he married Lady Forwycn of Rohan who was 18 at the time, and she bore him two sons, the first soon after their marriage, anf the other many years later. She resided in Rohan at a home in the shadows if the Ered Nimrais that they built after their marriage.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Forwycn <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=280"><i>(Shadow Over Arnor)</i></a><BR><b>Gender:</b> Female <BR><b>Age:</b> 59 (In the year Third Age 2989)<BR><b>Race:</b> Rohanian<BR><BR><b>Physical:</b> She is average/tall for a woman of Rohan, and she had the signature golden yellow hair that was long, nearly to her knees when let down. Her smile was once captivating and her fair face a treasure to see even among the women of Rohan. <BR><BR><b>Bio:</b> Appearing one day while riding in the field to a strange man she was smitten and he by her at the sight of each other. He was 13 years her senior, and her father was reluctant to give her hand to him in marriage. But her father was old and reaching the end of his days, and he wanted to see her happy before he gave himself over to death. At the time of his death, She was happy with the coming of a son, Hayna, and her father died after gazing first upon his grandson. <BR>But things stayed not happy for her as Halasían, her husband, was sworn to the service of the Dúnedaun Rangers of the north, and he rode away when Hayna was but a couple years young. Grievous was that parting and Forcwyn's smile would show no more in or out of their house, and Rohan was darkened by a shadow that fell on her that day. <BR>She had a hard demeanor to discourage, but when she was hurt, she would not forgive easily, thus reconciliation between Halasían and Forwycn came not for many years.<BR><BR><b>Skills:</b> Forwycn had many, one was a singing voice that rivaled that of the elves, and she could perceive things in many. She knew no sorcery, but had a gift of the Valar in these matters and was thought to have Elven blood in her though her line could only be traced entirely to the Rohirrim and the Northmen before the riding of Eorl. She was good with a knife, but would carry no weapon, for she abhorred war and violence and blamed war and weaponry for her husband's departure to the north. She Loved Halasían much, held much bitterness of the many years apart.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Hayna <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=280"><i>(Shadow Over Arnor)</i></a><BR><b>Gender:</b> Male, Elder son of Halasían and Forcwyn.<BR><b>Age:</b> 40 (In the year Third Age 2989)<BR><b>Race:</b> Rohanion on Mother's side; Fathers side is mixed Gondorian, Northern Dunedain, Lossoth. (see Halasían)<BR><BR><b>Physical:</b> He is average height, not short, but not tall, appearing as one from Numenor with sea grey eyes, but for his long golden brown hair with wavey curls.<BR><BR><b>Skills:</b> Skilled in seamanship and shipbuilding, for his heart was to the sea. There are some who say he is the spirit of Numenor renewed, but this is defied by his mixed blood.He learned much of swordsmanship, and could navigate well on land and sea by using only his senses and the sky. <BR><BR><b>History:</b> Hayna was the first son of Halasian the Ranger and Forcwyn of Rohan. He grew up without his father's presence and saw the sadness of his mother grow with each passing year. When his father returned finally from the service with the Rangers of the North, Hayna was a teen and hated his father, and would not heed his words or way. Seeing that his mother still had feelings for Halasían, Hayna went off to Anfalas to learn the ways of the sea and served under various captains on many ships.He was aboard ship when Thorongil made his raid on Pelegir, and his father Halasian was there with Thorongil, though Halasían and Hayna never met or knew at the time.<BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><b>Name:</b> Hanasían <i>Conceived in Shadow Over Arnor, and was a founder as mentioned in the prologue to <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=45625">Dhû Tirith (Nightguards)</i></a>.<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male, younger son of Halasaían and Forcwyn<BR><b>Age:</b> Born in Third Age 2990<BR><b>Race:</b> Rohanion on Mother's side (Forcwyn), Fathers side is mixed Gondorian, Northern Dunedain, Lossoth. (see Halasían)<BR><b>Physical:</b><BR><b>Skills:</b><BR><b>History:</b><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><i>(OOC: I'll finish with Hanasían and list my other characters as I get the rest of their bios together. I will also post the background of Snowdog and Rían when time permits.)</i>
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Postby lalatiel » Tue Jul 02, 2002 1:26 pm

Wow, Leslie, what a great idea!<BR>Okay, here goes....<BR><BR>Name: Praycien Piralith, but almost never uses her surname<BR>Race: Um, well, she's a goddess of darkness <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>Gender:Female<BR>Age: Well, she's immortal, so she's been around for a while.<BR>Height: Tall, but not overly, maybe 5' 8"<BR>Build: Slender, of course <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>Hair: In the form she usually uses, coal-black<BR>Eyes: Silver-grey<BR>Appearance, other: Pale skin, usually wears gray or black, and in spirit form, all that can be seen of her is her storm-gray eyes, and then she is cloaked in twilight shadows<BR>Marital Status: Hmm, well, she's a goddess, but in her mortal years...<BR>wait, this should go in bio...<BR>Occupation: Doesn't have one, but goes around, helping out where needed, and is occasionally assigned duties from the mysterious Higher Up<BR>Weapons of choice- seeing as she's immortal and powerful, she doesn't carry weapons (wow, an RP character without weapons??? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0>)<BR>Personality- Has that almost imperceptable aura of power, but can often be seen wearing a mischevious smile<BR>Past Bio: Okay, here's where it gets interesting. Praycien was once a mortal, and when she remembers her mortal years, it is often with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face. You see, by becoming immortal, she has lost everything that was dear to her when she was just a woman, including her love. She is ever searching for her mortal love, for she had believed he was dead, but now knows better. So everywhere she goes, finding her lover is always in the back of her mind. I don't really know how she became a goddess, but she is one of darkness because of her sorrow. And she is <BR><u><b><i>not</i></b></u> evil!<BR> Okay, here's the story:<BR>Praycien was a beautiful young woman, who fell in love with a powerful mage. Praycien herself was the daughter of a prestigious noble, and mages were... ah... not thought highly of. Her father was quite beside himself when he heard of her decision to marry the mage, as was everyone else she knew. This decision even caused her to lose her best friend. But marry him she did, and the moved away from the city and the terrible talk that was spreading, and to distant mountains. A terrible storm blew up one day, and Praycien was nearly killed by lightning. Her husband found her charred body outside of their home, and was nearly going out of his mind, when he found she was not dead, but on the threshold. With his sorcerous powers, he tried to bring her back to life, but couldn't succeed. The effort he spent on trying to raise his nearly-dead wife killed him. But his efforts were not in vain- Praycien was rescued from certain death and sent to the mysterious Higher Up (Eru?). He told her that as her husband's life was sacrificed for her, he would not sentence her to a mortal death, but would make her a twilight spirit, a goddess of darkness. <BR> Little did Praycien know that her husband had also been sent to Higher Up. The mage was not in favour with HU, and he punished him by sending him back down to earth in a lowly, but still human form. Praycien found out though, and is ever searching for him. He has been stripped of his powers, and his strength, and most of what he knew, but he is still the one who sacrificed his life for her. And maybe she can plead with HU to restore him.
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Postby Lithtaur16 » Tue Jul 02, 2002 2:57 pm

<b>Name:</b> Lithtaur- Ledenna Fionnich<BR><BR><b>Race:</b>Human<BR><BR><b>Age:</b>Her looks would suggest her twenties or early thirties.<BR><BR><b>Gender:</b>Female<BR><BR><b>Occupation:</b>Shield Maiden of her father's house when she's at home, Wanderer/Ranger, a novice Black/Sword smith, Journeymen Bard<BR><BR><b>Description:</b> Tall (about 5 feet 8inches, give or take an inch) and strong.<BR>A light, though sun-tanned, complexion with deep brown eyes and brown hair usually tied in a pony-tail that hangs to below her waist. Prefers tan leather pants and tunic to dresses, usually wears a dark green cloak with hood. Her vision and hearing are sharp and she runs swiftly though she prefers riding. A single woman.<BR><BR><b>Skills:</b> An expert with a light sword or knife and a fair shot with a bow and arrow. She is very good with woodcraft but few healing skills. She is a novice blacksmith and bladesmith, since her traveling habits sometimes require such skill. She is not a very good dancer but plays a long wooden flute, which she always wears at her side, very well.<BR><BR><u>Her sword</u>: Long and light (a thruster maybe) with a black leather grip and pommel. A small "R" is enhraved into the right side of the blade near to the hilt.<BR><u>Her Bow</u>- A simple make of ash.<BR><BR><b>Personality:</b>Friendly and somewhat reserved though often nervous and flighty at large formal gatherings. Patient and does not anger easily but can be very tense and strikes quickly when angry, but not blindly. Has a very strong feeling of kinship with friends. <BR><BR><b>Family:</b> <BR><u>Father and House</u>- Roedan Fionnich- All family on his side are Rohir. Served as a King's Rider. Friend of Bedgrim, father to Leofric and brother to the King of Rohan. <BR><BR><u>Mother</u>- Leona- Her father was Rohir, her mother was Gondorian. (Lithtaur got her dark hair from her mother's mother) There is Westernesse very far back in Lithtaur's grandmother's line.<BR>*no blood siblings<BR><BR><b>Usual Companions:</b>Her usual companions are her buck-skin stallion, Spirit, her father's huge, old, gray-white (female) wolfhound Anaiu, and a wild silver falcon named Aden.<BR><BR><b>Special:</b>(Depends on RPG)<BR>She is the bearer of a magic ring that (in her hands) binds the powers of friends together and makes them one. Also glows when there is danger to her friends.(Quest for the Coisar). <BR><BR><b>Bio:</b><BR><BR><b><u>Under Reconstruction</u></b><BR>
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Postby Crystal_Arwen » Thu Jul 04, 2002 1:45 am

OK:<BR>Name: real name Pherlondewen, but people call her CArwen (see below)<BR>Race: Elf of unkown origin<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Age:313<BR>Height: 5'9''<BR>Weight: not sure<BR>Hair: Black/Blue<BR>Eyes: Green<BR>Marital Status: has been engaged, currently single<BR>Occupation: mercenary, fighter, wanderer (at the moment)<BR>Outfit: black tunic and tights, midnight blue cloak for travelling, always wears red or black for formals, and her jewel Khezed-mir round her neck (see below)has a small tattoo of a star on <BR>her ankle<BR>Means of travel: Horse named Silma-àre<BR>Skills: has some water and ice magic, but not very powerful<BR>unless combined with her crystal Khezed-mir. An amazing fighter, that was her gift (see below)<BR>Personality: A bit apathetic, but does sometimes understand <BR>people, quite outgoing and sometimes a bit abrupt. But if she <BR>likes a person, she normally softens up. Has a habit of hiding her feelings to give the right impression<BR><BR>Bio: Born Pherlondewen in Lothlorien, she has one sister called Rhudriél, who was always very different from her. A very tough child, but her parents never thought anything of it and just <BR>accepted it. When she was small, her parents visited Galadriel, where they were told Pherlondewen was to be a great warrior and was to fight for good and justice. Galadriel gave her a crystal, Khezed-mir, which <BR>can freeze things and turn things to ice and control the weather to help her in her future.<BR> However, her parents didn't want a female warrior in their family and decided to marry her to a friends' son on her 100th birthday. But Pherlondewen knew her true calling and didn't want to get married. So on her wedding day, after saying goodbye to her sister, she ran away and out of Lothlorien and has not returned since. Her sister ended up marrying her betrothed and they kept in touch for a while, but then lost contact. Pherlondewen, meanwhile, changed her name and identity to Crystal Arwen and became a mercenary, fighting for good and justice and venting her destined fighting power. Her horse, Silma-àre, used to belong to a man who she beheaded in battle, but now helps her in fights. She now wanders Middle-earth in search of adventure and gives help in battles where it is needed.<BR> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Aiglos » Thu Jul 04, 2002 2:52 am

Ok , Here goes , I have been around here for a while but didn't have the time to post my character's bio data .<BR><BR><BR><b>Name :</b> Aiglos<BR><BR><b>Race :</b> Half Elf ( Not of the true line of Luthien and Beren )<BR><BR><b>Age :</b> Not quite sure , he is immortal so has been around for <BR> some time .<BR><BR><b>Height :</b> 6 ' even <BR><BR><b>Colour Of Eyes :</b> Black<BR><BR><b>Colour Of Hair :</b> Black<BR><BR><b>Clothes :</b> Usually dressed in a rusty green and brown jerkin <BR> trousers and a grey Lorien cloak .<BR><BR><b>Weapons :</b> He carries only Aiglos , The Spear Of Gil Galad after<BR> which he was named which he has inherited from his <BR> father . He can summon and dismiss The Spear at will.<BR><BR><b>Marital Status :</b> Single , however he is truly , madly and <BR> deeply in love with Lanuviel , the daughter of<BR> Glorfindel , the Elf Lord and is not sure as<BR> to whether she reciprocates or not !!<BR><BR><b>Means Of Travel :</b> He has a faithful black horse by the name of<BR> Black Beauty who is a descandant of the very<BR> chief of the<i>mearas</i>which Orome brought<BR> out of the West long ago .<BR><BR><b>Bio Data :</b> Aiglos was the son of Gilraen , the son Of Gil Galad<BR> and Shardoel , the beautiful daughter of a Ranger <BR> of the North . He was a half elf but not of the <BR> line of Luthien so he was generally shunned by the <BR> elven community and more so because his mother was <BR> a human . However , he overcame all that and grew <BR> to be a vivacious and expressive man . Before his <BR> father died in an orc attack , he gave to<BR> Aiglos , The Spear OF GIl Galad . After fighting <BR> for The Free Peoples OF Middle Earth in The Great <BR> War and also for undertaking daring quests he was <BR> allowed to choose whether he would be of Elven or<BR> Human kind he chose the former . His mother died <BR> just after the War OF THe Ring and he took up his<BR> rightful place as the High King Of The Elves beyond<BR> The Blue Mountains in Ered Lindon and The Grey <BR> Havens . But his heart always bore a longing for <BR> wandering in The Wilderness so at times he would <BR> steal away from his kingdom in search of adventure.<BR> In one of his sojourns he met and fell in love with<BR> Lanuviel , the daughter of Glorfindel the Elf Lord .<BR> Now , he seeks for some way in which he can win <BR> Lanuviel's hand ...<BR><BR>
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Postby Naiore » Thu Jul 04, 2002 5:45 pm

<b>NAME</b>: Naiore Dannan, Shadow Stalker, Dream Hunter, Alqualisse<BR><BR><b>RACE</b>: Noldo – House Finarfin<BR><BR><b>GENDER</b>: Female<BR><BR><b>BORN</b>: 2nd Age, immediately after the end of the 1st Age<BR><BR><b>HAIR</b>: Light Golden Blonde, straight but curling towards the ends, falls to her waist.<BR><BR><b>EYES</b>: Emerald Green<BR><BR><b>HEIGHT</b>: 6 foot<BR><BR><b>BUILD</b>: Sleek, undeniably feminine, her strength hidden beneath the soft curves of a woman’s body.<BR><BR><b>MARITAL STATUS</b>: Single<BR><BR><b>OCCUPATION</b>: Ravener (Female Sect of Mordor), assassin, spy, recreational thief, confidence trickster<BR><BR><b>PLACE of BIRTH</b>: Belfalas<BR><BR><b>DRESS</b>: When in her chosen homeland of Mordor, she is covered from shoulder to ankle in a fine closefitting chain mail, wrought of a curious black metal. It is light, strong, able to turn arrow and sword. Underneath she wears black leather, close fitting pants, fitted chest plate. What she wears under that is known only to a very select few that survive. Over the mail she wears shoulder plates on each shoulder, forearm brace on right arm, all forged from the same black metal of her mail. Boots encase her legs to her knee, and they are finely worked with delicate embossing, at odds with the terrible places she treads and what she walks through, the blood and destruction of suffering. A heavy, black cloak, velvet, hangs from her shoulders, with a deep cowl in which she hides her easily identifiable face. Sword baldric, dagger belt, straps for armoured plating are black leather and studded in silver. <BR><BR>Her Ravener status is denoted by her hair. This is sectioned into 7 curious braids that fall from the nape of her neck to her waist. Each braid is banded at equal intervals with the same curious metal of her chain mail. That she bears 7 braids denotes her high rank. There is only one higher, and that is the Lidless Eye.<BR><BR>Naiore is not often permitted the luxury of remaining within Mordor’s bounds. The War of the Rings has forced her into hiding. She will adopt any guise in order to blend in, even that of her softer, kinder sundered elven kindred. In such circumstances she appears like any other maiden of House Finarfin, for despite her nature, an Eldar child is she of the Noldo peoples. When abroad, Naiore favours the fine dresses of her folk. Particularly fond of decadent velvet, silks and furs, she is normally in black or emerald green, though she will wear whatever colour takes her fancy and imagination, and whatever will help her achieve her ends.<BR><BR><b>WEAPONS</b>: A heavy broadsword sits at her shoulder, baldric holding it in place. The sword is courtesy of Sauron himself, in appreciation of her fine work in terrorising Harad into submission. They still speak of the demon elf there now. At her belt hangs a crossbow and a store of bolts. A garrotte also is coiled there, and various daggers are stowed about her person. Noone knows how many, for those that would count die before she has exhausted her supply.<BR><BR>One of Naiore's most formidible weapon is how she presents to others. Enigmatic, mysterious, dangerous and fell, she is also cultured, well spoken, very intelligent and impeccably mannered which hints at a birth into a highly placed family. She may seem cold or aloof at times, but she knows well how to smile and charm and will use both well.<BR><BR><b>ABILITIES</b>: Naiore is an empath who is skilled in the arts of suffering, torment and death. She has the ability to find suffering, wring torment from another with the most innocuous of things. Her greatest weapon is her empathy, for it provdes her with an intimate knowledge of another and opens to her many levers to use in their torment. It is through that she gains an insight into her victim’s mind and soul, and there does she begin and her work. This layering of mental and psychological anguish is her strongest ability. She is persuasive and has a fine understanding of despair and hopelessness. Her work has meant she has become adept with instruments of physical torture, but she much prefers subtle and more sophisticated methods. Apart from this, she is skilled in the use of sword, knives, crossbow and garrot. These she will use in battle or defence if she must. However, Naiore is not a fan of battle for there are too many random elements that she would rather control for her work.<BR><BR>Naiore’s chief weapon is the unlikelihood of her chosen path. An elf of Finarfin’s kin, she can easily be mistaken as one who can be trusted. With elven beauty unmarred and unstained, a cultured melodical voice, and mysterious gentleness, Naiore can pass easily as a fey Noldo that is no more than she seems. This makes for a savage shock, and is particularly useful in pulling apart her victim’s perspective on the world, the nature of elves and women. She has an elven sense and wisdom, devoted wholly to satisfying her thirst for knowledge. There is one question above all else that has driven Naiore in her quest for answers: “From where does fear spawn”.<BR><BR><b>CHARACTER</b>: Naiore is a complicated character. She is one of the few Eldar that embraced the darkness with open arms. It was not love, nor greed, nor lust that sent her seeking Sauron. Naiore sought him because of one thing alone. She sensed a side to her people’s natures that everyone else wanted to ignore, a darkness that she could not ignore for her empathic senses would not permit it. It was that which alienated her from her family and people, and as she questioned she found herself constrained. But it occurred to Naiore that there must be balance between good and evil for life to continue, and she began to resent the denial, aversion forced upon her regarding the darker impulses, emotions and instincts. It became a false sham to her, a lie that she would not embrace and instead Naiore was compelled to find something far more honest. It seemed unjust that darkness be so hated when it was Eru's will that permitted its presence. All this offended her sensabilities.<BR><BR>No sudden tragedy turned her away from her people. It was a steady process that some believe was inevitable for such wild ability whilst others believe that perhaps with care she could have been kept from the shadow. What intrigued Naiore most was the emotion of fear. It was so prevalent in so many ways, and often was the predicating motive for much behaviour, but from where did it spring? There were many ways to search that answer out, but Naiore found the most effective and unflawed way was to study fear intimately. She found that power through the domination and subversion of others to be a heady drug, and she developed a taste for it and the ability to obtain it grew quickly. She works in a number of ways, eliciting fear, terror, horror in her prey. Pain, blood, brute force she will employ, but is almost a hollow conquest for her. She seeks total submission, not just of body, but of mind and soul.<BR><BR>Naiore is relentlessly patient in her pursuits, ruthless, methodical and implacable once roused. She rarely flies into a rage, her own emotions tightly reined so that they can be used as she requires. Her passions are deeply shrouded, but when they do break through the layers of tight control Naiore becomes wildly chaotic and unpredictable. Analytical and isolated, she is inherently mistrustful of others, suspicious and ever hungry for another conquest. She has an unusual set of tastes for a Ravener, and it helped set her apart from her Order. Naiore appreciates beauty, music, art. She is drawn to it instinctively, for despite her life she remains an Eldar Child. This is echoed in some of her gear. It is fearsome, efficient, deadly, but all of it has a certain lethal quality and grace. Naiore is also a sensualist, she craves satisfaction of whatever hunger or need drives her. She assiduously avoids rank violence, deeming it a shameful waste of what could have been a good meal. Her fascination with the senses at times this leads her astray, but never for long. She feels no sense of remorse for her acts and wants and desires. She understands their evil nature and rejoices in it's honesty. Take evil from her and Naiore would wither and die. She is her most vibrant when she is enjoying her black arts.<BR><BR>It is rare to find in Naiore expression of emotion that is pure, genuine and uncalculated. She is capable of it, and is not invulnerable to the dictates of her heart. But experience has taught her well and Naiore learns very quickly. Emotions unguarded are weapons to be turned against you. Only when she knows she is either utterly alone, or with someone she utterly trusts will the fences be taken down. It has yet to be seen if there is someone she trusts utterly. Empaths sense too much. She would despise someone so blandly pure and guileless that she'd probably not even bother to break their neck and be done with them. The people that intrigue her appeal to her senses and her taste for danger. That means that she does not ever entirely trust those that captivate her attention.<BR><BR>Fastidious, Naiore disapproves of waste, cannot tolerate fools easily, despises poor discipline and enjoys the various arts of the hunt. Sometimes this is the winning of confidence of a more innocent soul so that she can pluck information or wealth at her will. At times, when she is in a milder frame of mind, Naiore will indulge in less lethal forms of pursuit, including courtship although it takes an unusual partner to retain her interest. Her taste runs to unpredictable, wild, dangerous things. Those that survive entanglements with Naiore can be counted on one hand. It is in the wild places of the world that Naiore can set aside the disenchantment with the façade of society, the alientation and revulsion of her kindred, the constant buffeting of her empathic senses to relax. <BR><BR>She is known to seek at the most inconvenient times for her "allies" places still uninhabited to there ponder and rebuild her reserves of strength, it is there she is most vulernable. To be an empath, a Ravener and to retain her sense of elven sense requires deep reserves of strength that Naiore nurtures as often as she can. There are very few that she feels any sort of affection for. They include her parents, for whom she grieves unbeknownst to those about her, and Celebrimbor, and that relationship was the subject of much speculation upon which Naiore will not be drawn, not even if it was Sauron doing the asking as he once did on a fateful day in Dol Guldor as Celebrimbor languished in the dungeons...<BR><BR><b>HISTORY</b>: Naiore’s father and mother and siblings are unknown. Their names were erased and her family history removed once they realised the nature of Naiore’s activities. Her people have cast her aside and Mordor does not care. She grew alone, separated from those around her by her inherently dark inclinations, and was one of the few that welcomed the return of Sauron to Middle-earth after Numenor’s sinking. For a very long time, she was unseen and unheard of, and at first her people grieved that she had fallen into shadow. She became the first Ravener, Sauron forming an Order to follow in her path as he recognised the powerful influence of terror and the potential of women in his plans. Naiore emerged again to general knowledge on the Gladden Fields. The people of Rohan had been whispering of a dread demon, beautiful to sight, foul by nature. Men and women, boys and girls had been found dead in the most dreadful of circumstances. Their deaths had been long, protracted and spoke of a horror and fear that remained etched into the very ground, trees, stones where their bodies remained.<BR><BR>It was Naiore’s second major project. She had preyed on Rohan and was drawn to the battle at the Gladden Fields. It was there that finally she was seen by her kindred and it became known that she did not fall into shadow, rather, she embraced it like it was her lover. She is not spoken of amongst her kin anymore. It was a terrible battle, and it reinforced for Naiore that she preferred to work in quieter, more peaceful circumstances. After her time spent in Harad on her first project, she had earnt her 5th braid. Stories of the cruelty of elves and those men allied with them that Mordor entices Harad to war. Naiore returned to Barad-Dur, and there worked as an interrogator and general agent of terror within and without Mordor’s boundaries. With the victory of the Alliance, Naiore was forced to flee, having just attained her 6th braid in the extraction of intelligence concerning Gil-Galad. The elves had proved defiant with the wraiths, and it was her intimate knowledge of their psyche’s that proved their undoing. The strategic value of the knowledge was meaningless to Naiore. She was only in it for the hunt and because she deemed that there must be a place for evil if there was one for good.<BR><BR>It was then that Naiore appreciated the finer differences between the suffering of elves and the suffering of mortals. She still enjoyed the Younger Children, but she developed a taste for her kindred that could not be assuaged after Mordor’s defeat. The legend of the Necromancer in the south grew, and upon Sauron’s return to Dol Guldor, Naiore was presented with her next opportunity to indulge her hunger. She enjoyed the folk of Thranduril mightily, and the War of Ring saw her unleashed on the wider populace as Sauron cast out a net of terror. She was 7 braids by then, but unlike her colleagues, she still worked primarily alone. Naiore was a regular at Minas Morgul, her chambers there equipped for her activites. As the only elf sworn willingly allied with Mordor, Naiore was somewhat of an oddity and enjoyed a certain priviliedge. None of this made any impact on the elf-woman, for she did what she did for the sheer enjoyment and satisfaction of it.<BR><BR>All this came crashing down in the War of the Rings. Minas Morgul fell, the ring was unmade. Power seemingly fled Mordor, and nowhere was safe now for the likes of her. Naiore was forced to hide, to flee, to leave her tower and avoid the vengeful hunts sent by Gondor. Occasionally, she entered Minas Tirith, but she is forced to be discreet for Arwen’s influence was there now and she could not even properly enjoy her mortal prey. The elves that came to Ithilien were poor sport as well. She managed to take the occasional sindar, but again it was a hunt made on the run and she could not enjoy it, not fully. She came to miss the support of her Order, and for the first time, Naiore started to feel alone. She could not even wear her mail, for her hiding had forced her into meeker clothes and a softer manner that she loathed. But despite all this, Naiore waited as she ever had, for if evil stirred again, she could again ride on its back. She would again find her life and she was desperately hungry, craving the terror that once she had fed on.<BR><BR>Naiore can be found in many places. Halls of kings and lords as she seeks information, dark and dank places forgotten by the world, lonely isolated places undiscovered, battlefields, villages, forests, deserts. Inns and taverns are her delight. She is a wanted criminal, throughout the realm of Gondor and Arnor. Her Order took special delight in preying on the decendants of Numenor, and so King Elessar harboured a sharp disgust for Ravener's. All the women have been hunted down, interrogated and summarily executed. Upon capture, they failed to renounce their service to Mordor, proclaimed with pride their deeds and died ignoble deaths. Naiore turned aside from such pride and hid so that she could continue her search for the answers that drive her.<BR><BR>Amongst her own people, Naiore is also a wanted criminal and an enemy of the state. She is known to be culpable in the deaths of Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor and a number of other elven victims of Sauron. Some even suspect that she played some role in seducing and luring mortal men to their wraith service to Mordor. The exact nature of her acts and accountability for the attrocities of Sauron against the Free Peoples is uncertain. However, enough is known to merit her outlaw status. It is widely known that through Thranduril's, Elrond's and Galadriel's people that capture of Naiore Dannan is to be attempted at any opportunity. She is to be snared, brought for questioning before the White Council and then executed. No mercy is to be shown. In that also is Naiore an oddity. Should that come to pass, she will be the first elven woman executed for her crimes against her people.<BR><BR><BR><i>Naiore is very much a work in progress, I hope this will suffice for a beginning. Quite the beautiful, charming viper, whom I hope will be able to appear in any RP that requires a subtle evil to challenge the "good guys".</i>
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Postby Eruanne » Sat Jul 06, 2002 2:09 am

Name: Eruanne<BR><BR>Race: About a quarter human and three quarters Sindarin Elf. That's hardly exact, as she has numerous human ancestors, but it's close enough.<BR><BR>Gender: Female<BR><BR>Age: Depends. She was about three hundred and fifty years old at the time of the second rise of the Witch King of Angmar, if that helps.<BR><BR>Height: A little over five feet eleven inches<BR><BR>Build: Curvy and long legged. Muscled just as much as one would expect from someone who isn't really a warrior but leads a fairly active lifestyle.<BR><BR>Hair: Dark red with copper, blonde, and brown highlights. Worn past her waist, and is usually either braided back or pulled into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. When she's feeling indulgent she either lets it hang free (though that happens infrequently), or makes a skinny braid just over each ear and pulls them back, using them to hold her hair off her face.<BR><BR>Eyes: Light blue, like the September sky, and large enough to hold the world, though there is always a hint of sadness to them.<BR><BR>Marital Satus: Single, and vowed to remain that way the rest of her life. This does not mean that she could not take a lover if she so chose, but she would never be able to marry them or have children by them. For this reason she tries to avoid serious romantic entanglements. She usually won't even flirt, for fear someone might misunderstand.<BR><BR>Occupation: Mystic, Dreamgazer, Seer, priestess, prophet, healer, scholar, storyteller, occasional singer, and wanderer. <BR><BR>Dress: For travel she wears an ankle length shift with a pleated skirt. The garment is made of linen, and dyed a dark blue with sprays of pale green fernlike shapes. Over that is wrapped a strip of linen cloth the same green as the designs on her skirt, that forms a sort of halter top. Bound around her waist is the light blue, sliver shot sash that marks her as a Seer to her people. Underneath the skirt she wears a pair of close fitting cotton leggings, due to her tendency to climb trees and tuck her skirt into her sash while doing so. Rarely wears footgear, though she does own a pair of well made boots that she uses form time to time.<BR><BR>When not on the road she veers toward clothing that is simple and modest. This is not to say that she doesn't like ornamentation. Indeed she does, but she prefers it to come from her jewelry of which she has quite a lot. She's nearly always wearing earrings, and frequently has some other form of jewelry on as well. Many of the pretty things she owns were given to her as gifts by Kai, her friend and would be lover.<BR><BR>Weapons: In all honesty Eruanne can't stand getting involved in fights she can't settle with her words, but she knows that it's suicide for a pretty woman to travel alone with no means of protecting herself, so she does carry a long bladed knife. <BR><BR>Means of travel: Feet. "What? You mean you want to *ride* that beast? I'll fall off!" Riding animals are unknown where she comes from.<BR><BR>Birthplace: Haven, a lovely valley in the eastern mountains beyond Mordor.<BR><BR>Skills: Her abilities center mainly around divination and linguistics. She is a good storyteller, has the gift for dousing, and has a tendency to infrequent prophetic dreams and visions. She has a strong will and can occasionally influence others by *wishing* (as she puts it) very hard. She doesn't do so often though, and it always exhausts her when she does. She will notice when someone else has a strength like hers and be drawn to them, regardless of all else. She seems to attract animals, especially those associated with water, though this is limited to them feeling a certain friendliness and lack of wariness towards her. <BR><BR>Personality: Eruanne rarely complains, barely allows herself to feel pain, pushes herself to her limits and beyond constantly, comforts all who need her and pays no mind to her own sadness. She's the one who tells stories on the march to take everyone's minds off their aching feet. She's the one who goes to the fetch the water while her companions indulge in flopping to the ground. She puts all others before herself, and is frequently surprised when people thank her for it. And irritated when they make her stop.<BR><BR>History: Eruanne's people have lived for a long time in their valley, hidden away from the shadow. It is a mixed community of humans and Elves, who prefer to keep their existence a secret. This is understandable, living as they do with the constant knowledge that it would be very easy for Sauron to destroy them should he become aware of their existence. <BR><BR>Eruanne was content in her sheltered world until about the time she turned ten. That was when the dreams began. They haunted her, speaking to her of what was to come, nearly driving the child mad from knowing. But she was lucky, for the Seer recognized her pain and fear as the awakening of a great gift of prophecy and took her away up onto the heights to train her.<BR><BR>That took a *long* while.<BR><BR>When Eruanne finally returned to the valley she found that everything was different. The elven children she had played with had grown and barely remembered her at all, and the human children were dead. It is said that elves remember everything, and most do, but the children forget, like all children.<BR><BR>Eruanne was doomed to remember. And she remembered things that she should not have known, things that had not happened yet, things that happened long before she was born. She knew her strangeness, her apartness, and tasted it always. <BR><BR>And then she met Kai.<BR><BR>Kai was wonderful. He was handsome and kind and talented and he made her feel whole and welcomed. She quickly fell hopelessly in love with him. But she had already vowed herself to her people as a Seer, and a Seer may not take a spouse or have children.<BR><BR>So she never told him that she loved him. But he loved her anyway, and so he tried his best to woo her, to bring her to his side. She gave in once, and tumbled into his arms for a night that neither would ever forget.<BR><BR>But morning came and she panicked, sure that she was being selfish. Sure that he had only touched her out of pity. She could not bear it, and left.<BR><BR>That was the day she set out on her journey to the west, trying to find some place to give her heart rest. Some place that is, that was not in the arms of Kai the Jewel Smith. She had always wanted to go west and see the places that her grandfather told tales of. He had taught her the language, and told her stories of how he met and won her human grandmother, who she resembles.<BR><BR>So she turned her footsteps toward the setting sun.<BR><BR>OOC: So, that's Eruanne. I'm still working on her, but I do know that there is no way I'm going to keep her and Kai apart forever. I'll work something out. This isn't all I know about her, but it's a long post already, so I won't write the information on the culture down here.<BR>
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Postby lalatiel » Sun Jul 07, 2002 2:01 pm

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Postby laurelelf » Sun Jul 07, 2002 3:16 pm

<b>Laurel Ertamien</b><BR><BR><b>Race:</b> elvish<BR><BR><b>Height:</b> 5’7”<BR><BR><b>Age:</b> 32<BR><BR><b>Appearance:</b> Unconventional! This is due to her upbringing among the dwarves. Skinny and untidy, Laurel always is covered in mud, horse-hair and whatever else is going. She wears full hunting gear, as gowns have a nasty habit of snagging on anything snaggable, or tripping her up. If she were not an elf, she might even be described as inelegant. Her hair is knotted and tangly. Her only redeeming feature is her eyes, which are an unremarkable but strangely charming shade of rust-brown.<BR><BR><b>Mount:</b> Finbar, the deep bay cob, friend and companion since youth<BR><BR><b>Weapons:</b> Estewrath the shortsword, which she and Nickos wrought together in the mines of Erebor; she is more comfortable with this than with Faranar, her elvish bow, as her archery is perhaps not quite as accurate as it should be.<BR><BR><b>Status:</b> Young, but ready for love<BR><BR><b>Biography:</b> This young elf was born at a dark time not long ago when Easterlings, escaping Sauron’s downfall, launched ruthless raids on Mirkwood. The first daughter of a captain of the elvish archers, with four brothers already grown and battle-hardened, she was hidden in a barrel of coal when Easterlings attacked her village and burnt it to the ground. The inhabitants fled, and the barrel missed by the lake men who were also assaulted in the siege. Floating downstream, the barrel was found by chance by passing opportunistic dwarves who took her to Erebor.<BR><BR>At the halls of Durin VII, a heated debate arose. The courtiers insisted that the elf be returned to Mirkwood despite knowledge that it was under Easterling assault and the child would surely die. However, Grimar Stoneface, King Durin’s General and trusted companion, objected that the ancient grudge against the elves was void in the deciding of a helpless babe’s fate. Seizing the elf, he barricaded himself and his supporters (axe-bearers of the army) in his own hall. When Durin requested that the infant be given into his arms until a decision was reached, he was handed a lump of poor quality granite and challenged by Grimar to choose between his kingdom and the baby. Wisely, Durin yielded nobly to his friend.<BR><BR>Laurel was raised and educated in the mines, learning the skills of forging and wielding of metals and weapons. She was raised alongside Grimar’s only heir, Nickos. The two formed in their short time together a close and exclusive bond that would last them a lifetime, fighting side by side as little more than adolescents in the famous dwarvish attack that ultimately broke the Easterlings’ sway and drove them east to the Great Sands. However her natural height made mining more and more arduous, and despite her natural elvish strength her hands were not powerful enough to forge the heavy dwarvish axes.<BR><BR>Durin’s council decided that, now the Easterlings threatened Mirkwood no longer, the time had come to send the now fully-grown elf back to her people to learn their own skills. Grimar, now aged, could not oppose this, and Laurel was reunited to her surviving family members. <BR><BR>Although Grimar accepted her departure, Nickos could not do the same and forced his way to the gates of the wood elves, where he was halted. Despite considerable elvish resistance he refused to leave the city until Laurel was brought forth. Laurel, now skilled in archery and other such elvish arts but unhappy in a culture she could not adapt to, ran to the gates and demanded that Nickos be admitted. Unsurprisingly she was refused. In a fury she threw herself into the gates, Nickos heaving from the outside, and in their combined strength they succeeded in breaching the famous gates.<BR><BR>Outside the city, they pledged eternal kinship and swore always to defend one another, be it in war or dispute. Then they embraced and, being young, parted in search of adventure and worldly experience, Laurel to the realm of the wild horses in Rohan and Nickos towards the Blue Mountains in search of his kin.
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Postby Muccamukk » Sun Jul 07, 2002 5:09 pm

<b>Name:</b> Camuk<BR><b>Race:</b> Human<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male<BR><b>Age:</b> late fifties<BR><b>Height:</b> 5'9" (but he stoops so it's really more like 5'5"<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><b>Build:</b> thin, almost emaciated, but he has a wiry strength<BR><b>Hair Colour:</b> long, white and tangled, kept out of his eyes by a twisted leather headband<BR><b>Eye Colour:</b> large and white, he is blind<BR><b>Appearance:</b> his skin is dark tan and leathery with so many wrinkles that you can't really see his features<BR><b>Place of Birth:</b> a nomad camp in North-east Harad<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> single<BR><b>Occupation:</b> wondering seer<BR><b>Outfit:</b> a number of grey and brown robes, stacked on top of each other so the holes don't over lap<BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> an extremely small and thin grey gelding of Haradrim origins.<BR><b>Weapons of Choice:</b> He never carries any<BR><b>Skills Include:</b> seeing the future, seeing the present (keeping him from bumping into things), seeing the past, far seeing. All these different sights tend to mix together, which is very confusing.<BR><b>Personality:</b> He likes to keep to himself and to be left alone. He is bitter about having his “gift” forced upon him, and about the pain it has brought him. He sometimes holds back information because it gives him power over people. Not telling everything also to keeps him from getting in trouble for telling unfortunate prophecies.<BR><b>Biography:</b> He was born to a Haradrim nomad. He was an only child as his mother dies giving birth to him. When he hit puberty, his second sight began to manifest itself. The other children in his camp were afraid of his powers and made him an outcast. One day a wondering seer passed though his camp and recognised Camuk for what he was. He took him as an apprentice, teaching him the to hone his skills and to follow the code of the seers. To make Camuk’s Sight more clear, his master burnt the sight from his eyes. They travelled together for many years, going to many different regions of Harad, Khand and even Mordor. When Camuk had learned all that he could, his master got him a position as court soothsayer in a city near his birthplace. He lived there until shortly before the War of the Ring, when he had the poor sense to Tell his lord that Sauron was about to fall. The Lord wanted to kill him, but it was illegal to harm a seer so he just exiled him from his land and that of all his allies. He had rather a lot of allies, so Camuk escaped to the West. He is currently living in Gondor, where he is an outcast because of his origins.
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Postby Novice » Sun Jul 07, 2002 8:27 pm

NAME: Nienjah Laurëlach --"flame of leaping gold"<BR>RACE: Maia/Valaraukar/Eldar; daughter of Úmarth (who was son of Valaraukar Gothmog, and lesser Úmaia, the great cat) and Celebrian (daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn)<BR>GENDER: Female<BR>BORN: Third Age, 2510<BR>COLOURING AND PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS: Tawny gold hair, pale caramel skin and topaz/gold eyes. There is a lushness and fullness about her mouth and eyes, though the lines of her face are chiselled, with high cheekbones, fine aristocratic nose and chin. <BR>Tall; lean, long curves of catlike strength; she moves with a deceptive, feline languor which belies lightning reflexes and ferocity; she has an ambivalent androgeny allowing her to pass as a boy when it pleases her.<BR>Habitually she clothes herself in tawny colours and rich tones, choosing always sensuous texture in fabric: smooth clinging silks, sueded skins, soft furs.<BR>OCCUPATION: supreme sensualist, courtesan, maverick, sadist, political intriguer.<BR>PLACE of BIRTH: the orc dens of the Misty Mountains, between the northern eaves of Fangorn and the southern most outlay of Mirkwood, north-east of the great river<BR><BR><b>CHARACTER TRAITS AND ABILITIES:</b><BR>From her maternal grandmother (Galadriel) she has only in part the seer’s gift--she senses, feels, tastes the emotional output of others, particularly the darker emotions; and it is from her maternal side that her intrinsic appreciation of beauty comes. Disorder, ugliness, squalor, offends her aesthetic sensibilities. She does not willingly destroy anything beautiful--excepting life or love in others if it affords her entertainment or furthers her desires. In all things else she has so successfully repressed the attributes of her Noldor heritage that she doesn't knows that she possesses them.<BR><BR>From her paternal grandfather (the balrog Gothmog) comes her affinity with fire, her carnal heat and sadistic tendencies. Near flame she flickers with internal fire and her sensuality is greatly heightened. More significantly, at extreme need she will step into the flames and smoke to create a temporal shift in her physical being and she can travel long distances by this route. But fire and smoke are for her a perilous pathway; it draws her inevitably to the fire of Morder, to the flames of Ûdun, so it is a route she uses with great reluctance....she has done so only once.<BR><BR>From her paternal grandmother (the Úmaia predatory cat) Nienjah has both the predator’s instinct and the agility of a cat, with the strength, ferocity, reflexes and cunning of a panther. Nienjah has little use for other weaponry, for messy, unattractive death is distasteful to her; the subtlety of poison is more to her taste.<BR><BR>She is not a fighter. A sensualist, she relishes all sensual pleasure--of taste, hearing, tactile and visual sensation, as well as the pleasures of the flesh, lingering particularly on the exquisite border between pleasure and pain. She has measured the depths of physical desire and it is her delight to awaken it in others—for its own sake but also for her own amusement which is always her ultimate goal. <BR><BR>These inherited attributes--aesthetic sensibility, carnal heat and a predator’s instinct--have blended in Nienjah to create the supreme courtesan, playing with desire and intrigue for amusement. <BR><BR>Her paramours are usually male, but not always. She seeks the exotic, relishes new sensations. Her capacity for empathy, inherited from her elven grandmother, gives her the ability to read the darker desires of another, and she will then endeavour to fulfil those desires--but only so long as she finds the pursuit pleasurable and entertaining. Very mercurial, she gets bored easily and will drop any amusement when it becomes tedious, or if her unerring instinct for self-preservation is pricked.<BR><BR>Nienjah has no conscience, no compassion, no mercy, no better or higher nature; she is sociopathic in her dealings. She will commit casual murder when it suits her. She has no politic, no strategic interests, no loyalty except to her own calling to conjure desire for sensual pleasure and amusement, to surround herself with beauty. Therefore, she serves no master.<BR><BR><b>BACK STORY </b><BR>Nienjah was born in III 2510, fathered forcefully by Úmarth upon Celebrian during her period of torment when she was abducted by Orcs on the road from Lorien. <BR><BR>Rescued by her sons Elladan and Elrohir two months after the birth of her unwanted daughter, the horror of the conception and birth lay such a dark and heavy shadow upon Celebrian that as soon as the poisoned wound delivered by the Orcs was healed by Elrond, she left home and family for the West. She could not bring herself to tell anyone of her ordeal.<BR><BR>Nienjah's father Úmarth was the spawn of Gothmog, flame of Údun, in incarnate form the chief of the Balrogs of Morgoth, who met his doom at the hand of Ecthelion at the fall of Gondolin.<BR><BR>Úmarth’s mother was another of the lesser Úmaia spirits corrupted by Morgoth at the beginning, of those that had taken the shape of monstrous beasts--a giant, tawny predatory cat of horrifying terror was her incarnate form, whose yellow eyes had glowed in the primordial darkness.<BR><BR>Úmarth lived long with the denizens of Sauron but also moved across many of the lands of Middle Earth in his Master’s work, in form a dark and powerful man who could summon his father’s power of fire and fear against those who obstructed him. But he had also the cunning of his dam, a preying charm which allowed him entry to civilised society. <BR><BR>In this way he captivated a woman of Gondor. He dwelt with her in the deep mountain vale of the Morthond and sired three daughters. While these daughters all had the long years of his maia blood, aging slowly, in their nature they took after their mother and they abhorred him and after her death they rejected their paternity and sought to forget their origins. <BR><BR>Only one, Morilassë, ‘Black Leaf’, (though she preferred the name Lassë, rejecting her birth name as one of ill-omen ) showed a mark of her father’s heritage in her affinity for smoke and fire, and like her half-sister Nienjah, she could use smoke to travel in mind or body, though she had no control and feared her gift.<BR><BR>At the time of Celebrian’s capture, Úmarth led one of the larger orc bands of the Misty Mountains. Learning who the new captive was, he took her from the orcs and hid her in a place apart and forced a child upon her, thinking not only to torment her but intending also to create a key for his dark master with which to unlock at some future time the hidden elven refuge of Imladris. <BR><BR>After the female child was born he had no longer any need of Celebrian but did not kill her, enjoying the knowledge that his mark would be on her forever. Nienjah he took back to the Morthond Vale to her half-sisters who, unwilling to take the babe, accepted the task out of fear of their father. Only Morilassë, with her own inherited darkness, had some small understanding of Nienjah. It was Morilassë who told Nienjah the truth of her birth.<BR><BR>Nienjah grew to wild beauty: a tawny leonine gold from her thick hair to her long toes, her skin gleaming with sleek vitality. Topaz eyes which burned liquid gold when her blood was up, a long, sinuous feline form, a quick and cunning mind, a predatory lust for life. And yet within her there ran also the Noldor blood of Galadriel and about the features of her face one who knew could trace the lines of Celebrian and her voice echoed her mother’s. <BR><BR>Úmarth returned often to the Morthond Vale to instruct her, instilling in her a disdain against the Eldar, teaching her to delve deep into the power given her, to manipulate others for her own amusement. Úmarth worked to mould a fine weapon against the enemies of his master--so he thought. <BR><BR>Nienjah knew herself to be as an outcast, a horror forced upon her mother, to her father only a tool for future use, feared by her sisters and the villagers of the Vale. Unloved, her heart lay cold and withered within her and in its place her darker nature twisted the urges of the heart, planting the desire for purely sensual pleasure.<BR><BR>When she reached early womanhood Nienjah left the Morthond Vale. Her father sought her when he found that she was gone and would have taken her back to aid him, willing or no, in the dark work of Sauron. But unwittingly in his years of instruction he had woken in her a greedy appreciation for her own needs and desires which she would not now subvert to the strategies of another. Like a ferocious cat she fought him and would not yield and finally left him lying wounded, snarling curses at her. She laughed then, enjoying his despair. Nienjah had found that she was strong and the pleasure of triumph infinite. <BR><BR>She headed far from her father’s haunts and the dark fires of his master, southwards where the heat of Harad called to the heat within her, and further still. There she gave herself to sensual pleasures, becoming an adept in the game that is played between men and women, revelling in her feminine power which gave her a key to manipulating the hearts of others. Intrigue on a high scale was her entertainment of choice. Deep in the south, her influence was renowned, sought for her beauty and her predatory heat, her capacity to plunge to the depths of desire, her accomplished social charms and supreme political subtlety at need.<BR><BR>The War of the Ring affected her not at all, for in her perfumed and pampered life, concerned with the intrigues and passions of courtly life, the rumours of war were far away and unimportant, though many of the men who feted her departed for the North with great train of weaponry. In time she learned, as all did, that the Dark Lord had been defeated and she knew that her father, Úmarth, was no more. She thought herself free of him and his master at last.<BR><BR>When the embassies arrived from the new King of Gondor for parley and talks of trade, the ambassadors found their way inevitably to Nienjah’s exotic salons. And so, she met for the first time three of the Eldar who came with the mortal men. <BR><BR>Her father's long teaching would not be denied and she despised them. Yet still she hungered for their company, and she found their aesthetic appreciation for things of beauty mirrored her own; the very sound of their voices seemed lyrical as water. They woke in her the strange but oddly familiar prickling, the stamp of the eldar which echoed in herself. Still, she pushed aside the disturbance within her and her heart remained cold.<BR><BR>But she could not long deny the inner restlessness. And her second sense called her back finally to the land of her birth. She departed with a wealth of riches, the endowments of lovers over many lifetimes. <BR><BR>She took the time to establish herself in Dol Amroth in the court of Imrahil, which she retained as a base for long years of men. Her refuge was in the Morthond Vale, hidden in the deep shadow of the White Mountains, thinly inhabited and secret enough and for a brief time the mountain village was in uproar as she set up luxurious pavillions, guarded by swarthy, silent men. They kept to themselves, interacting not at all with the local people and as years passed the Golden Woman became a rumour among them, no more.<BR><BR>Nienjah’s sisters remained resolutely mute. Grudgingly they gave her what she demanded -- which was silence -- but she was more fey now, subtle with her learned courtly manner and their fear of her was deep.<BR><BR>As soon as her surroundings had been prepared to her satisfaction, Nienjah set about her new interest; learning of the Eldar, their strengths, their weaknesses. While the Eldar were now fading and leaving Middle Earth, Nienjah nevertheless followed her primal urge to pry deep into that heritage which was her own. <BR><BR>Despite her better judgement and in the face of her own disdain, she desired to learn of her mother's kin before they all departed over the sea, to somehow learn of the half brothers who remained, the sister who was now a queen among Men, and her grandfather Celeborn, and perhaps see what vengeance there was to extract for their unwitting rejection of her.
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Postby EdaintheRanger » Mon Jul 08, 2002 9:04 am

Well I don't really go in for this kind of thing, I like to think of my Characters as on going works, developing over time. Take Edain for example, at first he was just, me really, but now that character seems to have become a indivdual in his own right.<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Edain<BR><b>Age:</b> 22 (though he's probably about 23 now!)<BR><b>Race:</b> Human of Dúnadan stock.<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Ranger of Arnor, subject of King Elessar.<BR><b>Dwells in:</b> Bree, Farnost(previously), under the stars.<BR><b>marital status:</b> pretty much single, but obviously subject to change!<BR><b>Training:</b> He is skilled with most weapons, but favours the longsword, and the hunting spear. He is an accomplished Herbalist, tracker, and well versed in wood lore. Edain has a good general fitness and athletic ability. He doesn't generally wear armour, preferring his skill and nimbleness to avoid blows. Armour is for war-time only! This is a time of relative peace.<BR><BR><b>Horse:</b>Durfre A large shaggy dappled grey Dúnadan horse. Probably like a shire horse in our world! She is solid and dependable and don't talk much.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> She carries a saddle and saddlebags.<BR><BR><b>Appearance:</b> Edain is about 5' 10" tall, has Blue-grey eyes (depending on the light), and has shoulder-long, red hair. He is about 170lbs in weight. He appears as a fairly slim man, skin, muscle and bone. He doesn't stay long enough in one place to get fat! He wears well travelled clothes brown, green and black in colour, with a thick woollen green cloak which is pinned with a silver star-rayed brooch. He wears mid brown bucket-top boots. All the leatherwork he owns is of the same shade of leather as his boots. His sword is new and is strapped at his side, while his spear when not doubling as a staff is fastened to his back.<BR><BR><b>Personality</b> Doh!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0> I forgot to describe this! Edain has no personality at the moment. O.k. here goes.<BR>Edain is an idealist, he has fixed view about "honour" and "duty" and trys to live up to them and the achievements of his kin. All-round he is a good natured guy who is trying to do the best he can, and overcome his self-doubt, and failings. He often has the tendency to take life too seriously and then compensates for this by being too jokey. In time he will mature, and when he does he should be content.<BR><BR><b>History:</b><BR>Edain's family consists of Uncle Anthidir and his elder brother Englethorn. His mother is still alive and has moved down south, his father died just before Edain was born. Edain never knew his Father and so looks to his Uncle and Brother for guidence. Father actually was Halbarad, kin of Aragorn and proudly bore his standard at the Pelennor Fields. Mother (father's second wife, his secret love unlike his first marriage which was an arranged marriage forced on him by his family to ensure his lineage) is actually a Breelander from Staddle, named Daisyflower, but her name has been Westronised to Dadeuin. This also goes some way as to why Edain is not so tall, has blue eyes rather than grey, and that his hair is not as dark as his brother's. His mother was eas taken into service with the family as the first wife's handmaiden. As Halbarad became estranged from his wife, he grew to love Dadeuin and when his first wife died of a fever, he took her as his wife after a suitable period of mourning. Soon after their honeymoon Halbarad was called to Aragorn's side, falling on the field on the 15th of March 3019(Third Age) 1419(Shire Reckoning) Daedin was with child.<BR><BR>Edain remembers little of his early life, except the constant feeling of being on the move and travelling. He grew up mostly in Farnost, and met Snowdog there when he worked for him in one of his businesses. (Snowdog's Inn: Minas Tirith website) Training as a ranger he was taught mostly by his Uncle and later his brother. In his labours he travelled the North and the Ettenmoors. Occasionally Edain would visit Bree and take advantage of the hospitality of the inn. Edain's first task was to go with his uncle, brother and other rangers in a delegation to renew the ties that the Kingdom of Arnor has with the Elves of Mirkwood, (From Imladris to Mirkwood <i>still ongoing</i>) After that he travelled far including to Rohan and visited old friends (Genuvere's farewell(?) midsummer(?)party) After which he returned to Bree. Here he met Hunter and along with Snowdog, Genuvere, and a few others he helped Hunter in her quest to avenge her Husband and start a new life. (In search for Hunter's rest) After that in the Spring Edain planned to return to Bree... (Future thread tenatiously entitled <b>Rain</b>) But that tread doesn't start till Imladris to Mirkwood is finished!
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Postby gladrieltook » Tue Jul 09, 2002 1:07 pm

Ok everybody! Here's the unabridged biography of the diminuative bard known as GT.<BR><BR>Name- GT, amoung others that she won't tell.<BR><BR>Age- Oldest of all the eldar, born first of the firstborn, so pretty <BR>old.<BR><BR>Occupation- Bard, once ran the 'Swaggering Dragon Inn' in Minas Tirth.<BR><BR>Modes of transport- A spunky pony named Bumky.<BR><BR>Marital Status- after three failed marriages to a Hobbit, and two different elves, she is single, though her heart waits for Hamlet, a servent of Mordor.<BR><BR>Appearence- long sandy hair, always pulled into a small bun at the base of her neck. bright eyes of gray-green and rosey cheeks. Her back is slightly bent, but she is still limber and lithe. Her hands, browned from toil, are small with clever little fingers. Her faces is etched with many years of wisdom and toil, but youth still shines brightest in the winking eyes. She clads herself in a worn leather tunic, baggy trousers, and a pair of boots that are replaced once every millenia. She always carries a hip-flask and a sack of odds and ends. She is very short, often mistaken for a hobbit for her diminuative size. She makes up for it in ego, though. She is niether beautiful nor ugly, but rather in-between. She doesn't mind that she's not as beautiful, or skilled with weapons, as her fellow female bards, because she knows she could knock any of them senseless with one blow from her oak staff, which she leans on under the pretense of arthritis. She can curse like a sailor, and drink like one too.<BR><BR>Bio: She awoke first of the Elves, and is wise beyond even the great lady Galadriel. Her past is shrouded in mystery, for every 2000 years, she changes her name and creates a new life from scratch. Only one name and life was found: Nacilme. This was, according to ancient scrolls and records, her origanal name. Under this name she married and had two sons, Tanau and Tafigus. They were both killed by a Balrog, which reportedly, triggered GT's first life change. She left her position of the Lady of Estel-Arda for another life to escape her grief. <BR>We know that she married a Hobbit of the Took clan, after gaining the name Galadriel from an elderly man who mistook her for the true lady of the Golden Woods. To save confusion, she insisted that all call her GT. She has kept the name since, although she is due for another life-switch in another 500 years.<BR>Currently, she lives in a wood near Minas Tirith, in a tree with a Dragon named Tari, her pony Bumky, and her cat, Twix. She is rarely home, though, prefering to wander the roads of Middle Earth, spooking unwary or cocky travelers by lounging in trees above the path and playing her pipes sparaticly, or swinging down upon them. She is also content masquarding as a jester for a few coins, sumersaulting about Inns and festivals decked out in a horribly obnoxious purple and green suit with bells jangling on her head, neck, wrists, waist, and ankles.
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Postby ~Kyria~ » Sun Jul 14, 2002 10:28 pm

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Postby heliona » Fri Jul 19, 2002 4:26 am

<i>(I'm going to do what Snowdog did and link to my RP threads, as shameless advertising, although they've long since finished. That may take a few edits though, since I'm not as good as Snowdog at this sort of thing!)</i><BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Heliona Ranedhel (means 'wandering elf') ]<a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=114">(Adventuring)</a><BR><b>Race:</b> Elf<BR><b>Gender:</b> Female<BR><b>Age:</b> She's been around quite a long time.<BR><b>Height:</b> Bout 5'<BR><b>Weight:</b> Bout 100 pounds<BR><b>Hair Colour:</b> Brown<BR><b>Eye Colour:</b> Brown<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Long brown hair which is tied back in intricate braids in normal Elven style.<BR><b>Build:</b> Small and sylph-like, although she has curves in the appropriate places<BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Single, but she's sort of attached to Radagast. That's an ongoing thing.<BR><b>Occupation:</b> Technically she should be a Queen, but she abdicated (and so is a Princess) and is now wandering Middle Earth.<BR><b>Outfit:</b> She wears green and brown, but has a long cloak which shifts colours to adjust to it's surroundings, although it is often blue. <BR><b>Means of Travel:</b> A horse, White Shadow, who has her own past. She's a grey, and can talk. She's a Rohan horse. Bells tinkle when she walks, although she can silence them if need be. A star sometimes seems to shine from her brow. (Like Glorfindol's horse.)<BR><b>Weapons of Choice:</b> She has a sword that was inherited from her father, and a bow that sings when it's shot. She also has a dagger for use in emergancies.<BR><b>Skills Include:</b> Keen eyesight, brilliant horse rider, is skilled in magic, swordplay is good, her shot with a bow is one of the best. She is skilled in Healing. She's knowledgable when it comes to languages and music. (She's a typical Elf with more magic!)<BR><b>Personality:</b> Heliona is quite quiet and observant, but has a sense of humour. She is quite tolerant of races, but doesn't always get along with Dwarves, although she is better than some of the other Elves. She's very fond of animals, and that's partly why she gets on so well with Radagast. She has a good knowledge of history, and can understand wizards better than a lot of other people.<BR><b>'Main' Past Bio:</b> Heliona Ranedhel is related to Alatar, the Blue Istari. When he went East, he encountered Heliona's great-grandmother and they went off together, but left behind a son. Heliona is descended from that boy. This means that she is part Maia. She is an only child, and this meant that she was the one who inherited the sword which was commisioned to be made by Alatar, and is infused with his magic. (It was normally passed to the male child.) <BR><BR>Heliona's father was King of the Elves in the Forest of Galad, but he was killed and Heliona became Queen. However, she didn't want to rule, and so passed the crown to her uncle. Near to the Forest of Galad live a clan of Dwarves. In past times, the Elves and the Dwarves lived in harmony, and Heliona's sword was made by them. However, recently, there has been battles between the two races. During this, Heliona's uncle was killed, and her cousin, Glorifas, became King. Heliona met up with him, and advised him, because he is inexperienced in ruling. <BR><BR>Heliona left Galad just after her uncle took the throne, and went wandering, wanting to discover the world. During her wanderings she found White Shadow, and was surprised to find that she could talk. White Shadow has her own history which only Heliona and herself know (and know perhaps Radagast). The horse consented to carry Heliona around, and they became friends and loyal companions.<BR><BR>Heliona has been discovering her magic powers more and more, and has recently discovered that she can shapeshift. However, she can not control it, and Radagast is helping her with her Maia magic.<BR><BR><i>(There is more, but she developed during Adventuring, and I'll have to reread that before I can add it, otherwise it'll make no sense.)</i>
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Postby Shadowfax » Mon Jul 22, 2002 8:47 pm

<b>Name:</b> Mealin Gummage<BR><BR><b>Home:</b>The Iron Hills<BR><BR><b>Gender:</b> Male<BR><BR><b>Race:</b> Dwarf<BR><BR><b>Current RP's:</b> Heritage<BR><BR><b>Age:</b> Old!<BR><BR><b>Bio:</b>Mealin comes from the Iron Hills. His reason for leaving remains unknown at this time though it’s doubtfull he’ll ever return there. He's fairly tall for a dwarf and has strong arms. Mealin's age is hard to pin point; know only that he is old as far as Dwarves go. A long silver beard hangs from his stern face and he often tucks its end under his belt to keep it out of the way. He wears light armor consisting of a steel cap and a chainmail shirt over his regular clothes. Brown leather breaches cover his legs which tuck into his black sturdy boots. <BR><BR>Mealin's prize possesion his his axe. The double headed axe has been in his family for generations, it is said that it fought in the battle of the Last Alliance long ago. Mealin by trade is a weapon smith and loves a fine quality weapon, be it a sword, axe or whatever. <i>"The spirit of the smithy resides in it!"</i><BR><BR>Mealin's is a grumpy old dwarf, he speaks his mind and thinks about the consequences later. He has little love for other races, though he bares no hatred towards them. Their ways of thinking are strange to him at times. The old dwarf hates to miss a meal and never passes up a free drink, the side profile of Mealin explains more than can ever be writen about his eating habits.<BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Mealin did not want me to put him in the character archive, but I insisted!</i><BR><BR><i>"Nonsense and rot!"</i>
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Postby Morphobia » Tue Jul 23, 2002 7:38 pm

I have a nice charactor I haven't used yet... If anyone wants her just tell me!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>Full name: Keala Larthion Reatiau<BR>Nicknames: K, Larith, Ion, Kea<BR>Age: 23<BR>D.O.B.: 29th November 1979<BR>Hometown: Gondor<BR>Height: 5’ 6”<BR>Weight: 32 kg<BR>Race: Human<BR>Sex: female<BR>Eye colour: pure blue<BR>Hair colour: blonde<BR>Skin colour: fair<BR>Outfit: Normal-<BR> Blue flowing shirt, blue long skirt, blue necklace, heels, hair pulled into a ponytail.<BR> Party-<BR> White evening gown with a hint of blue, blue choker/pearl necklace, heels, hair plaited and held back with blue ribbons, blue ring.<BR> Hunting-<BR> Sky blue shirt, khaki pants, hair loose, blue sneakers.<BR><BR>Keala Larthion Reatiau grew up in a rich family with everything she wanted. She has a brother, Kyth Lacron Reatiau, aged 20, and a sister, Kara Larmith Reatiau, aged 15. While her parents, Lara and Kenon, hold parties every other day, Keala enoys spending time gardening, with her horse, and even with her siblings. However, her parents were killed recently in an accident involving the neighbour's pet dragon. After splitting what the inherited, the three siblings went their own seperate ways.<BR><BR>((gotta go... more after this... keep watch...))
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Postby *Silvertears* » Tue Jul 23, 2002 8:24 pm

<b>Names</b>: Asphodel Silvertears, Palanawathien, Silver<BR><BR><b>Official Titles</b>: Princess of the Dark Elves, Princess of Lorien, Assassin of the Dark Elves, Burning Frost of Rivendell, Assassin Bard of Fangorn, one of the Twins of the Wrath of the Moriquendi, Songfist<BR><BR><b>Race</b>: Half Dark Elf, Half Light Elf of Lorien<BR><BR><b>Gender</b>: Female<BR><BR><b>Status</b>: Single, but prone to occasional paramours<BR><BR><b>Family</b>: <BR>Father (Dark Elf King) Ravenbreath Copperwing, deceased<BR>Mother (Princess of Lothlorien) Saurquelle, Crossed to the West.<BR>Twin Brother: (Prince of the Dark Elves) Goraduail, Corin Goldenarrow, Golda., deceased.<BR><BR><b>Appearance</b>: Silver, as she is commonly called, is tall and willowy with gray skin that varies in shade depending on her mood and attitude. She has a stunning fall of silver hair that looks like Christmas tinsel, but is as soft as down feathers. Her eyes are deep, black pits, seeming to stare into a person’s mind and soul. She has a white tear-shaped scar underneath her right eye that only adds to the effect. Her eyes are subject to change colors, commonly to red and blue, when pensive or agitated. She commonly wears dark, aggressive colors in rich fabrics when near civilization, but on her own she seldom wears anything but old, worn clothing in one shade: black. Also, she dislikes skirts and dresses, and tends to avoid them unless they are necessary. <BR>Her body is lithe, like a cat, and such words describing her are usually “seductive, powerful, dangerous, exotic”, for indeed she is exotic looking, thanks to her mixed heritage of both dark and light blood. <BR>She can change forms from a sort of “day shape” to a “night shape”, from the true form of the High Elves of the Light of Lorien, to the shape of the Dark Elves of the Secret City, but she does this rarely. Few have seen the dark part of her soul, as she calls it, and those who have seen it usually have fought with her in great battles, of which she has seen many.<BR><BR><b>Weapons and the Like</b>: Silver carries many weapons, as an assassin of her training thrives on variety. Commonly with or near her person is a dangerous set of daggers, Fire and Ice in the Westron tongue. They are cursed, soul-stealing things that have bonded with her soul, giving her power and stealing bits of her sanity. With the help of her dearest friend Heather of the Healing Hands, she sent the souls captured in the beautiful daggers on to Nienna’s halls of sorrow, and discovered that many of the souls were of her own family, whom her father had murdered to get the crown of the Secret City of Darkness. <BR>She carries a cat o’ nine tails, the ends of the wicked whip tipped with bits of iron to break skin and tear bone. She is also seen with a long blade of dwarvish make that causes true death for any who feels the steely kiss of it. It is old, very old, and very dangerous. She uses it only in great need, for such weapons have minds of their own and can steal the wielder’s life as quickly as the victim’s. <BR>She uses a Lorien longbow and mithril-tipped arrows, when needed, and is a deadly shot with the said bow. She seldom uses the bow and arrow because she prefers to get up close and personal. She also avoids archery when she can because it was the preferred weapon of her father, whom she had a small part in murdering. She only uses weapons that she can see the direct effect of her motions up close (i.e., seeing the body dry up of an enemy who had his soul stolen by Fire and Ice, or an arm ripped off by her deadly whip.)<BR><BR><b>History</b>: Silver and her brother, Golda, were born in the beginnings of the Second Age, an untimely result to a one-night stand and negotiations between two peoples. The twins were left with their mother, Saurquelle Knifeforger, the Smithy master and sometimes princess of Lorien and Rivendell. Saurquelle was gifted in the ways of the smithy, and spurned her duties as a princess to learn the ways of both dwarves’ and elves’ weapon-forging. She, in turn, taught her children what she had learned, and then passed on to the west, leaving Silver and her brother to fend for themselves in Rivendell. <BR><BR>They remained in Rivendell for many years, Silver as a smithy-master and Golda as a stable-master, for both loved their trade. Silver was proficient in many things, but ignored everything except for the smithing-flame, the stables and the great libraries of Rivendell. She was a part of the party who was sent out to search for Celebrian during her torment in the goblin caves, and had a hand in getting her back to Rivendell. After Celebrian had passed into the West, the twins lived in peace for years until disaster struck.<BR><BR>Silver’s dearest friend, Vorfirithien, was poisoned, and died a painful death. The last words Silver and her friend spoke together were said in anger, so Silver came under immediate suspicion. From parties unknown, jealous, perhaps, of her skills at the forge, help came in getting her banished from Rivendell. Grudgingly, she packed up her things and left Rivendell with a song, playing a violin that Vorfirithien had left with Silver before she had died. Silver led a bardic-style life for a while, living on the road, until she found a permanent place at a prosperous inn, Fireside Inn and Tavern. She stayed there until her brother came to her, and together, they ventured to the Secret City of the Dark Elves, whose name cannot be spoken of in the language of Men. <BR><BR>Their father saw great potential in the children he once avoided, and set before them a task: Train to be assassins, and if you meet my expectations, I’ll let you live.<BR>They trained with the best, and soon they <i>were</i> the best, nicknamed The Twins of the Wrath of the Moriquendi, as their father used them as threat and weapon against those who were his enemies. Silver lived like this, and loved it as much as one could love cold-blooded killing for a dark man’s whims. She finally grew to hate her father, who showed no affection for the pair. <BR><BR>One night, in a drunken rage, she and her brother cornered the Dark King. A few words were said that shouldn’t have, and before Silver realized what was happening, her father, Copperwing the Cruel, lay dead on the floor in front of them, her hands wrapped about his neck, her brother plunging the knife into his heart. <BR>Though no one mourned the cruel king’s death nor the accession of the throne, law said that the twins had to be banished, and they were. Silver went back to the Fireside’s comforts, and Golda went orchunting. Silver remained at the Fireside Inn and Tavern for many years, feeling her brother’s death in an old dark cave full of horrible, nameless things. <BR><BR>Knowing her brother was dead, she began to live differently, and then one day, a change occurred. Three travelers came to the tavern, while she was on duty, with great peril surrounding them. They were Hassan of Rivendell, Heather of the Healing Hands, and Arourah the orphan. Hassan was an elven warrior bringing Arourah to Rivendell, as they thought she could be the fulfiller of an ancient prophecy. Apparently, although the Rivendell council felt the child was the one of the prophecy, Hassan knew otherwise, and brought Heather along for the ride. Silver saved both Heather and Arourah from a strange dark attacker, and found a missing piece of her past; a strange icy dagger. It was the mate of the dagger that killed her father, which was in her possession, and immediately, the set of cursed weapons latched on to her soul. She then realized she was a part of the prophecy in question, along with Heather, who was destined to save Middle Earth. Her ban was lifted from Rivendell, so Hassan, Silver, Heather set for the Elvish city. Eventually, they met up with a man and good friend named Troan, an Elvish fighter by the name of Erien, a dwarven lord Thunderblade, The Crown Prince of Gondor, and two mages, Cerridwen and Richard, and pulled together for Gondor to destroy the evil that threatened Middle Earth.The races pulled together in one last alliance of Men, Elves and Dwarves and defeated the nameless evil in a spectacular battle that killed everyone but Heather, Hassan and Richard. Heather found the body of Silver almost immediately, and began a song of mourning in a language she never spoke, crying tears of blood and silver for her many dead friends and champions. The ancient magic of the long-dead prophet took over, and the many fallen friends rose again. To Silver, it was as if she had spent an eternity of time in Nienna’s great halls, listening to her wisdom, only to be pulled away to the embrace of a mourning friend. That battle brought Silver the closest thing to a family she ever had, with Troan, Thunderblade, Erien, Richard, Heather and Hassan. <BR><BR>Yet, like all families, they broke apart, and to this day, Silver wanders, in search of the occasional bloodthirsty deed, a new tune to learn and play, and time to visit with dear, dear friends.
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