Edit: This information is a hodge-podge of nearly ten different RP's Dirk was in. Therefore, much of what is here may or may not pertain to any current stories in which he may be found. Rather than try to re-write the profile (I have come to dislike this type of D 'n' D profile and prefer now to write character descriptions in story form.) I ask that if something here seems at odds with something in another thread, please comment here. I am very particular about consistency, but am also prone to making mistakes; and as this character has grown, so have the number of details about him that I have to remember and keep straight. Thanks for reading!
Name:Dirk, the Daring. He once travelled under the pseudonym of SB, but no longer uses it.
Race:Númenoréan. His mother's side is directly descended from the line of Elros Tar-Minyatur. Though he is not of the line of Kings. He is more closely related to Valandil and his line from Andunië, the westerners of the Land of Gift, who were ever the friends of the Eldar. His mother's lineage can be traced to a cousin of Elendil the Tall, the sire of the kings of Gondor and Arnor. This cousin traveled with Elendil to Middle Earth at the time of the Downfall. His Father was the Witch-King of Angmar. Dirk carries the genes of the man that the Witch-King had been before he succumbed to Sauron. Prior to the seduction of the rings, the Witch-King had been a great king of men, also of the line of Elros, however, not directly descended in the line of Kings of Númenóre. He was of a secondary line related to Ar-Pharazon.
Age:Twenty
Height:Above average man-height (6'6")
Weight:225 lbs
Apperance: Tall, SB was once a stout boy. But now, after his trials with the evil side of his heritage, he has grown somewhat thinner, though he is still muscular, and strong than ever, both physically and mentally. He has a tattoo across his back of a black winged dragon - Ancalagon - it spans from shoulderblade to shoulderblade and extends up the back of his neck. There is a large burn/laceration scar on the left side of his neck, sustained in a fight with Murannon the Balrog (see the Lucky Fortune Inn, 22March2002) There is also a knife scar from ear to ear across SB's throat, courtesy of Anya_Skywalker. (See AMMM Fed, 4 Apr 02) Due to this SB can only speak in a whisper. Missing left index finger.
Hair Color:Black as Jet. Often pulled into a single, long, tight braid.
Eye Color:grey, the windows of his soul, they always burn with a fire, the flame's colour and intensity depend on mood
Marital Status:Single, stung by the loss of his beloved Leoba of Ithilien, it will be some time before he is interested in another lady
Occupation:"between jobs" former Handyman, Waiter, everything at his father's Inn. Failed dark lord of Angmar. Currently an adventurer, seeking redemption for some past indiscretions.
Outfit:Black. Black leather breeches from Gondor, high black leather riding boots from Rohan (very nices ones, at that). Black Cloak. He wears a well-tailored black linen shirt under his galvorn hauberk and vambraces. The armor pieces are on loan currently from the Mithril Knights' armory. Once he feels the he has earned them, he shall ask Guildmaster Elbren for them permanently. His mithril mail coat, a gift of Glorfindel, has been given to a young warrior woman in Dorwinion. Dirk relied too heavily upon the hidden armor, which gave him a feeling of invincibility; and was nearly killed because of it. To teach himself a lesson in humility, and as a remembrance of his own mortality, he decided to gift the mail to a talented, burgeoning warrior-girl for her heroism in defending her town against the onslaught of a column of Easterlings. (See the Merry Bowmen of Dale.) On his right ring finger is a plain-looking silver ring, without a stone or any mar or scratch. This is Mithcharach, the Dark Ring of the Voice. It gives SB the ability to project his voice into the minds of any sentient being in Middle Earth. It also empowers SB's voice with the ability to persuade. The weaker the mind, the more effective the ring is. The meanest creatures of Middle Earth can be wholly controlled by its power and the wisest completely immune.
Weapons: His sword, named Carch Urulóki in Quenya, Neleg Amlug in Sindarin, and Dragon's Tooth in the Common Speech of men, a razor-sharp, well-crafted blade in a sheath of black leather, bound with fine silver. The sheath was a gift from Thranduil, king of Greenwood. The blade is very powerful, old and enchanted. (See post in this thread from Sept. 8th for its full story.) The Dragon's Tooth can be attached to SB's black leather Baldric either at his hip or across his back. Also attached to the Baldric is a brace of 4 blackened steel throwing knives, they hang inverted at the small of his back, held in place by an ingenious mechanism. His bow, made in the style of Mirkwood and of wood from that forest was built for him by ereine, of the Craftmaster�s Guild. It too, is magical,it does seem to have a mind of its own. He carries a quiver of matching Mirkwood arrows, which he always seems able to recover. In his boot is a small knife. Quite an ordinary knife really � with a wooden handle and plain steel hilts in such a sheath as would be fit to conceal in a tall boot. It had no markings of any kind; neither did it sparkle with the polished finish of the elven or Númenórean master smiths. But it was a well-made, stout little knife.
Means of Travel: Endlómë (Midnight in Quenya), whose sire was a gift to King Bard II of Dale from Éomer of Rohan. Midnight is an elegant, proud and yet sturdy stallion. He was a dear-bought gift from SB's foster father, Drake of Esgaroth. (for further information on Midnight, see post from July 28, 2002 in this thread.)
Skills Include:Stealth, of a magnitude not thought possible for such a large human. Approaching Elven or Hobbit stealth. Becoming more and more reliant on his increasing skills as a swordsman, he relies on his stealth less and less in battle. A decent bowman, as any man of Laketown would be. However, because of the nature of his bow, (which seems to have a mind of its own, as well as the arrows, which seem to work in concert, sometimes against SB), he is not always deadly accurate. However, he always seems to hit the mark when it is really necessary.
Image of Dirk by Lynx the Ranger:
