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Postby Silwen » Thu Feb 20, 2003 5:59 am

I made the "mistake" of making my character half-Elven: many people seem to do that. However, Hitharien feels like a human instead and always will because she has no idea about her Elvish father as yet. She is anything but perfect, but that to me makes a character perfect. I really love her by now. She has some autobiographical features, but not many. I guess our general dispositions is the same - how could I write about a person who's utterly different from me? I know exactly what she will do in a given situation.<BR><BR>(Since I am still developing the character in my RP, I may need to add some details later, but the basics are here already.)<BR><BR>Introducing my character: <BR><BR>Hitharien:<BR><BR>Her name is Hitharien, and she is also called Hitharien of Water and Wind by Galadriel because of her (very limited) power over these elements. She is half-elven (unknown to herself; she believes she is a daughter of Men). According to Galadriel's prophecy she is the Foundling of Gondor and her history is unknown except that she was found and raised in Gondor (Minas Tirith mostly); she is of approximately Faramir's age. Her deep love of the sea draws her to it time and again.<BR><BR>She understands the speech of owls and wears an owl pendant with her clothing. She is dressed in dark red or dark green and owns a black cloak and hood. When resting from her travels in Lothlórien she wears Elven robes. <BR><BR>She is a solitary ranger unused to company. Her trusted weapon is her dagger, but she now owns a longsword called Vórima with the Elvish inscription "For Faith" (an bronwe); she can use a bow and arrow, but prefers a blade and tries to avoid battle. Her grey horse is named Chhaya, meaning shadow, and was given to her by the Woodelves of Mirkwood.<BR><BR>History:<BR>She was found in South Gondor near Mordor and was raised in Minas Tirith. She left Minas Tirith and her foster parents because of her longing for the sea; restlessness marks her life. She begins to journey alone through Middle-earth and never returned to Gondor again.<BR><BR>Features: <BR>Hitharien is fair of skin, with dark hair and dark eyes. Her features are unremarkable, really, but there is something about her as if she were there and at the same time not (her Elvish heritage?). She is care-worn and seldom smiles or laughs.<BR><BR>References: Quest for the Forfotten Lands; The Prophecy - RP
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Feb 22, 2003 6:05 am

Wytch<BR><BR>Thanks for the suggestion.... You're right.. I could use that as a weakness... emothional weakness is very easy to work with... I could have a lot of fun with that!!<BR><BR><BR>Btw, Over at the Lucky Fortune... I'm sure if you read my character's histroy here... you'll know how Elena might react to certain situations.... And I know how Shade might react... love your history for her!!!!<BR><BR><BR><BR>Keep the great work everyone!!!<BR><BR><BR><BR>LadyG<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Carnimiriel » Sat Feb 22, 2003 9:04 am

Sorry I haven't been around much lately to comment - things have been busy elsewhere!<BR><BR><b>ballad_deer</b> - Sorry, I don't know anything about anyone leaving the Lucky Fortune Inn (which at least used to be a good newbie RP in the Welcome forum).<BR><BR><b>Wicked_Wytch</b> - I like some of the additional work you're doing with Shade! One question occurs to me, though - as she has been wandering around Middle Earth, how and with whom did she learn to be a skilled swordswoman? What battles did she fight in? This area seems a bit vague to me.<BR><BR><b>Feanors_Silmarils</b> - good name by the way! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> For starters, you can try reading some of the threads referenced in the first post of this one to get acquainted with how RP works here. Then, if you want help with a character, feel free to post general or specific questions here, or post a beginning character biography for comments.<BR><BR><b>Silwen</b> - nice to see you in here and some good work on your character! I am curious about how and why she went to Lothlorien and developed a relationship with Galadriel. Perhaps as a child she heard stories about the mysterious 'Golden Wood' and her Elvish nature (though unknown to her) perked up and wanted to see this place? It seems that Lothlorien is not as friendly or known to non-Elven (or those who have been raised away from that environment) travelers as Rivendell so I think it would help to have a good explanation for how she found her way there.<BR><BR>Just a general note about characters who are solitary travelers since there seem to be a lot of them - what motivation do these characters have for traveling? Sometimes a motive like simply 'seeking adventure' seems a little vague. Naturally there are a lot of these characters because it is easier to fit them into a RP - it is hard to involve a character in adventures if he or she just stays home and tends the garden. But many parts of Middle Earth are quite dangerous for someone traveling alone. I think it is also possible to either invent companions or allude to travels that the character took with others. Of course once you get into RPs and meet other characters sometimes they become part of your character's history too.<BR><BR><b>Riancuran</b> - I hope you don't mind I copied your bio from the Character Archives thread and posted it here just to make it easier to find for those of us discussing characters here.<BR><BR>Name: Riencuran Alagos <BR>Other Names: Tuilinn, Elenath <BR><BR>Race: Sindarin Elf<BR><BR>Gender: female<BR><BR>Age: 1,713<BR><BR>Eyes: grayish-black<BR><BR>Hair: short, jet-black<BR><BR>Appearence: tan skin, oval face, fierce, cold<BR><BR>Clothing: forest green cloak, black tunic, dark green shirt, leggings, padded boots, <BR><BR>Height: 6'11''<BR><BR>Occupation: thief, assasin, spy, guide,<BR><BR>Personality: quiet, protective, arguementive,<BR><BR>Skills: archery, knife throwing, killing, stealing, swords, singing<BR><BR>Mount: black gelding named Rána (meaning: moon)<BR><BR>Weapons: a bow, long sword, wrist knives, boot knives, three small daggers, very small Elven blade(uses for assasinations)<BR><BR>Signature Weapon: handleless dagger in the shape of a crescent moon, given to her before the War of the Ring by her brother Luinithil.<BR><BR>Family: Rien's father Celebthoron and her brother Luinithil died in the War of the Ring and her mother, Naurrîs, her two sisters, Mithrenalph and Thêlmagol, had left for the Havens, leaving Rien alone in Rivendell.<BR><BR>History: The death of Rien's brother left her in a state of shock. Luinithil had been very close to Rien and when her family crossed Rien left Imladris in an unfit state of mind. She lost her memory. Her wanderings somehow brought her to Minas Morgul and became a mercenary. When she recalled what happened to her she tried to return to the Elves but they refused. Her heart torn she returned to Minas Morgul. <BR><BR>Other Items: necklace with a pearl crescent moon on the chain and a silver crescent moon bracelet, both given to her by her brother Luin.<BR><BR>Nice work, Rien! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Just a few questions and comments - how and where did her father and brother die? There were three attacks on Lothlorien from Dol Guldur during the War of the Ring (this is barely mentioned except in the appendices), but no participation from those in Rivendell except Elladan and Elrohir and some rangers who came with them. Did her father and brother go with Elladan and Elrohir and tread the paths of the dead, etc.? If not it might be safer to set the family in Lothlorien. Just my opinion of course!<BR><BR>Losing one's memory is also a popular device - there are other ways to have a character leave one life behind for another one as well, like simply being overcome with grief, etc. We don't know much about what became of Mordor after the War of the Ring, but since Minas Morgul was originally built by the Gondorians as Minas Ithil, I think that at some point they would probably reclaim it (I'm not going by the book here, I can't remember off the top of my head what if anything Tolkien says about this). But until this happens, I would guess that chaos pretty much reigns among the servants of Sauron who still dwell there. Would they trust an elf? Is she working with the former servants of Sauron or with Gondorians from Ithilien who are trying to reclaim Minas Morgul? I'm curious about how she ended up there and what sort of work she was doing, and with whom.<BR><BR>There are some nice characters developing here! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Riencuran » Sat Feb 22, 2003 10:24 am

That's ok. I'm currently trying to develop it more so, here's the perfect place to post it. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Well Rien lost her memory only for a short while. What Elf in her right mind would go to Minas Morgul? So she lost her memory so she could end up there and be tricked into becoming a mercenary. She had to have a reason for not leaving for the Havens so I had her brother and her father die, though she never liked her father. But she was so attached to her brother that she couldn't leave the land where they both grew up and where he died. I need to work on that. I updated her history in the Archives.
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Postby Silwen » Sun Feb 23, 2003 4:09 am

Thanks for the advice, <b>Carnimiriel</b>, I have to think it over. Why would she come to Lothlorien of all places? You ahve given a good explanation, but there's anotehr reason never mentioned in the bio: In my RP Galadriel is the one who prophecied her coming. Hitharien is the "Foundling of Gondor" and is known only to Galadriel and some few Elves there. That would be reason enough for them not to mind her presence. Do you think that is good enough?<BR><BR>Here's Galadriel's prophecy:<BR><BR>Found in the south near Anduin's shores<BR>between the Fair West and the dark,<BR>there was a child brought to the doors<BR>of Gondor when evil yet remained unmarked.<BR><BR>Strange the child with human features,<BR>and Elvish air enveloped it;<BR>it spoke with owls and other creatures,<BR>and spoke with cunning and with wit.<BR><BR>And wise it was, and gifted,<BR>yet sadness marked its ways,<BR>and seldom was it lifted<BR>save by a yearning for the seas and bays.<BR><BR>The waves called with their wond'rous art,<BR>and the child's soul was drawn out west<BR>till as a wanderer it dwelt apart,<BR>but still it found no rest.<BR><BR>Of heritage unknown and drear<BR>this child shall wander still,<BR>until through hardship and with fear<BR>it finds the truth with strength of will.<BR><BR>And these are the words from days of old<BR>when much was known that would befall:<BR>that a child of twilight and heart unsold<BR>shall wander lonely, shedding light on all.<BR>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 01, 2003 5:13 am

These are the changes made to Elena’s character:<BR><BR><b> Age: </b> Very old. Born during the Second Age - about 800 years after Eregion was founded. <b>[Just made her a little younger]</b><BR><BR><b> Personality: </b> Elena is proud, strong, and self-willed, yet she has a noble and generous spirit. She can seem cold and aloof from others, as she is rather shy and tends to be quiet and get on with things by herself. But in fact, she loves company and is good to be with, making an excellent friend. From her earliest years, she had a marvellous gift of insight into the minds of others, but judged them with mercy and understanding, for she was always willing to believe in the inherent goodness of people. She is open, honest and sincere, and expects others to be the same, which means that others can sometimes take advantage of her sweet and trusting nature; in some ways she can be very naïve. Elena can be very outspoken, especially about things she believes in, but her bluntness is without malice and rarely causes offence. She is full of cheerfulness, life, energy and enthusiasm (She has lots in common with the Hobbits! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>), but can show inconsistency and impulsive anger; she often acts before she thinks. She is a restless person, never staying in one place for long, and loves to travel and learn new things. Intelligent, lively and independent, she can beguile anyone with her charm. Vivacious and friendly to everyone, there is nothing she likes more than to sit and have a long conversation and find out all about the other person. Her sympathetic temperament allows others to open up to her and confide in her, and she exudes a gentle, caring nature. Creative and artistic, she is deep thinking and wise, and a healer by nature. She avoids aggressive behaviour, and prefers sensible compromises and solutions to destructive confrontations, due to her inability to keep cool in a confrontation. Elena has a contemplative, impressionable, temperamental and moody nature, endowed with a fertile imagination, and a mind that is dreamy, creative, inspired and impulsive. <b>[Does she still seem too good to be true?]</b><BR><BR><b> Weapons and Other Items: </b> <i>Elenáre</i>, The Star of Dawn, an elven sword akin to Gandalf’s sword Glamdring, given to her by her brother, Galad<BR>A silver bow of Lórien, and a quiver of silver arrows <b>[Decided to let her have just normal bow and arrows after all]</b><BR>Daggers hidden at the sides of her boots <BR>A pale blue crystal, <i>Nólemír</i>, shaped in the form of a teardrop and welded to a fine <i>mithril</i> chain of Elvish make, always around her neck - given to her by the Lady Galadriel <BR>Keeper of <i>Silmariën</i>, the Moon Ring of Destinies<BR>A violin, <i>Lindórië</i>, given to her by her mother Telperiën as a parting gift. <b>I forgot to add this before]</b><BR>A beautiful flute, <i>Celebros</i>, (Arcánon called it the “Dream Weaver”), her most cherished possession. Worked gold chased with silver, the instrument had earned Elena her supper and bed many times while she was on the road. Made perhaps by Fëanor himself, it was given to Elena by Arcánon as an engagement present.<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 01, 2003 5:27 am

This is my new character I’m working on. It’s not completely finished; I having trouble with his history. I am open to any advice and suggestions! I hope you guys like this character... He is a bit of a rogue. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Was called Ánieron in his youth, but later came to be known as Morion, Son of the Dark<BR><b>Race:</b> Not entirely sure, but thinks he might be Noldo<BR><b>Gender:</b> Male<BR><b>Age:</b> about 1600, again not entirely sure, because... oh, wait... this goes under bio. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><b>Weight:</b> 170lbs<BR><BR><b>Physical Appearance:</b> Morion is about 6ft 4in tall, but he appears to be so much bigger in his stature because of the largeness of his frame, his broad sweeping back and his powerful shoulders. He is brawny and well built, but there is no excess flesh on him. He is all muscle and sinew. He exudes virility, a ruddy health, and indomitable strength. He has long legs and a surprisingly narrow and well-defined waist below an expansive chest. His thick heavy hair, which flows back from a clear brow, is as black as ebony and just as shiny, and his eyes of deep grey resembled the tempestuous sea on a stormy night. Set widely apart, under thick curving brows, these eyes are large and soft and very often wise, although they can gleam and flash with anger when Morion’s temper is aroused. Likewise they can just as easily turn mournful and tragic when his soul is troubled by melancholy thoughts. But, for the most part, they are filled with merriment and mischievousness. His skin is dark, yet not swarthy; rather, it is a nut brown and tinged with ruddiness across his high cheekbones, a sort of light mahogany colour that undoubtedly came from long exposure to the elements. His nose is straight and fairly narrow, although it broadened slightly at the tip, and his nostrils are flaring. He has a cleft in his strongly moulded chin and when he laughs, his cheeks dimple and his face take on an amazing vitality.<BR><BR><b>Marital Status:</b> Resolutely single. Oh, he has his fun when he wants to – women, be they Elf or human, married or single, tend to literally fall at his feet – but he refuses to be tied down<BR><BR><b>Occupation:</b> Craftsman, Warrior, Spy<BR><BR><b>Outfit:</b> Black peasant shirt, black riding breeches, black boots and a black cloak and hood (He <i>really</i> likes black <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Suits his personality, too <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> – but most people (especially the women) would tell you differently).<BR><BR><b>Personality:</b> Morion is naturally sociable, enjoying conversation, relationships, parties, celebrations and social events. He has an intuitive and rational mind, which makes him inquisitive and individualistic. Morin is often cheeky, provocative, critical, calculating, choosy and on the defensive. He has a great gift for getting others to confide in him, to talk to him and reveal their weaknesses, which he exploits in order to give himself more protection, or to get some personal gain from them. For he has a nose for business, especially his own. He is always charming and a charmer; but is also suspicious and cunning. Morion knows how to hide his intentions, how to use his magnetic power of seduction and how to persuade and manipulate his opponents without appearing to, in order to achieve his ends. He is a shrewd strategist, capable of being very cold-blooded and ruthless. On the other hand, he does not tolerate being used, exploited, betrayed or rejected. Morion has the knack of finding simple, practical solutions to the most complex situations or problems. Problems stimulate his imagination and his need for an outlet for his energy and brainpower. He absolutely hates routine, preferring adventure and excitement. He is meticulous and keeps a very close eye on his assets or property he has acquired. He hoards money. He economises. He abhors wastage. He does not express his feelings easily but is very sensual, passionate, possessive, jealous and loyal to his commitments (most of which are to himself!).<BR><BR><b>Skills Include:</b> Horseback riding; archery; sword-fighting; throwing daggers; hand to hand combat; making of objects of metal, wood or stone; reading, writing and speaking various languages.<BR><BR><b>Weapons:</b> Twin daggers with ruby hilts, of his own making.<BR>Bow and arrows, fashioned after the ones the Galadhrim use, also of his own making.<BR>An elvish sword, found with him. He believes it to be his father’s.<BR><BR><b>Means of travel:</b> In the Third Age, he used various horses from Rohan, Dol Amroth and Gondor, gifts from his many admirers. In the Fourth Age, he has a russet brown stallion, stolen from the Easterlings (that’s a long story), whom he named Fell Fire, or Fire for short. Fire is absolutely wild, untameable and unpredictable, and has nearly killed him a few times. However, they are good friends... well, they have a grudging respect for each other, and Fire is one of the only things Morion genuinely cares about, even though he would rather die a slow, painful death than admit anything of that sort.<BR><BR><b>History:</b> He was found in East Bight, near the eaves of Mirkwood, in the year 1621 of the Third Age, by a group of Northmen of Rhovanion who were, at the time, living there. He was then perhaps a year or two old, thin and starving, wrapped in tattered blankets, a blue-white sword, elvish runes etched on the blade, lying beside him. The men were at a loss about what to do, for they had little dealings with the Elves, and did not dare venture into the Forest since the shadow fell on it. In the end, one of the Men, Léofa was his name, stepped forward and said that he would take the baby to Gondor, where the Númenóreans still had dealings with Elves, and perhaps there he could find a family willing to take care of him, or least return him to the Elves. Léofa did not know many people in Gondor, only a few horse traders, and his friend, Enerdhil the Blacksmith. Enerdhil was a man of Númenórean descent, although not of a noble house. He had met Léofa long ago, at a trade fair, and had bought numerous horses from him over the years. They had established a firm friendship, and Léofa felt had he could be trusted to find a proper home for the little Elf. The others agreed, and Léofa set out for Gondor the next day.<BR><BR>Léofa arrived at Enerdhil’s home on a cold, winter’s day. Enerdhil was surprised at the unexpected arrival of his old friend, and even more amazed when Léofa told him why he had come, and showed him the Elf child he carried with him. Enerdhil spent some time pacing around, wondering what to do, before finally telling Léofa that the next day, they would go to the King’s court and see if something could be done. But when Enerdhil’s wife, Vanesse, saw the little child, her heart turned to him. She had lost her only child, a boy, a few months before to a mystifying illness, and the grief was still heavy with her (she could not have another baby – because of the illness; it affected her too, but she did not die). The sight of the baby caused all her maternal love to overflow, and she begged Enerdhil to keep the child. She felt that Eru had brought her another child in place of the one she had lost. He did not think that it was a good idea; this after all, was an Elf child, and he felt that the child should be among his own kindred. But he loved his wife dearly, and knew her pain in losing their child, so in the end, he agreed.<BR><BR>They named the child Ánieron, and for the most part he grew up to be a happy, content young boy.<BR><BR>(OOC: <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> How embarassing.... I wasn't supposed to add the history yet!!!! So sorry guys... but what do you think so far?)
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Postby Carnimiriel » Sat Mar 01, 2003 11:37 am

<b>Silwen</b> - I love the part about Galadriel's prophecy, that's great! Certainly explains why Galadriel knows she's coming and accepts her. <BR><BR>What I meant was, how does Hitharien eventually end up in Lothlorien? Is she aware of the prophecy at all? What is her motivation for going on this journey?<BR><BR>Some nice work, <b>Lady_G</b>! An elf raised by humans, hmmm, that sounds awfully complicated but I suppose it could work! It does seem somewhat improbable that a group of Northern Men would go all the way to Gondor with this baby rather than trying to find some Elves in Mirkwood or taking him to their own dwellings. It could work, though, I suppose if you come up with a good motivation - or maybe they were going that way anyway?<BR><BR>I have had to put poor Lolly Took away for a while as I develop another character for a new RP.<BR><BR>My new character is Mara, an Easterling who I used as a walk-on part in Elbren's Challenge once as a little girl, but now she is an old woman living in Umbar. She is still in the process of being fleshed out. While it is a good thing to come up with a detailed history, I think there is such thing as 'too much information' and it is possible to overload posts introducing your character with more of their life history than the other posters or readers need to know at that point. I caught myself doing that in my first post in Sea Wolves - writing an old character it is tempting to spill all her history in one go, but sometimes less really is more. Remember that RP is not a novel about your character - you want to have a great character, but you want to make that character interactive with other people's characters.<BR><BR>I am purposely leaving a few things open ended to allow Mara to develop relationships with other characters, but this is what I know about Mara so far. Most of the history falls into the 'too much information' category as far as using it much in a RP, but is helpful for me as I develop an old character who has to have a past.<BR><BR><b>Mara the Easterling</b><BR><BR>Mara is an Easterling, a descendent of the Balchoth who invaded Calenardhon in the Third Age (this area later became Rohan). At the time of Sea Wolves (year 900 Fourth Age), she is an old woman who has never married, and lives in Umbar with the household of her cousin, Taran.<BR><BR>As a child, her mother, the only person who really seemed to care about her, died of a fever and shortly thereafter Mara, and her cousin were sold to some miners who had heard rumors of unclaimed Mithril in caverns south of Mordor. The greedy men wanted to bring children since their small size would allow them to wriggle into small passages to hunt for the precious metal. Without getting into the complicated history of this, I'll just say that the rumors of Mithril turned out to be false, concocted only to stir up trouble and lure the King's Men to settle the dispute.<BR><BR>But the King did send a group of his ambassadors to help settle the claims to these mines, and among this group were a few of the last Elves in Middle Earth who had been associated with the Royal House of Gondor ever since the days of King Elessar. They rescued the surviving children, among them Mara and Taran. Mara was very young at the time and quite scared, but the elven Lady whose name, as she understood it, was Mirul, cared for her. When the group of ambassadors returned to the King, Mirul spoke a lot of words that Mara could not understand, and hugged her and wept, but when she left Taran and Mara at the orphanage in Minas Tirith, they never saw her again.<BR><BR>When Mirul left her, Mara felt that she had been abandoned by her last friend, and she was crushed. It was not until years later that she realized that this beautiful Lady with the strange, pale eyes and hair was an Elf, among the last of her kind, probably on her way to sail West. She could not have taken a human child with her.<BR><BR>Though Mara understood that all the Elves were now gone as far as anyone knew, she never completely lost her irrational desire to see an Elf again. She never spoke of this to anyone else but Taran, who had also seen the Elves, or people would have thought she was simply crazy.<BR><BR>When Mara and Taran (he was a few years older) were in their teens, though they had been well cared for in Minas Tirith, they decided to set out for the land of their birth. They never really fit in in Gondor, their dark skin and darker eyes marking them as different, as children of a people who had sided with Sauron.<BR><BR>They booked passage on a ship to Umbar by hiring themselves out to do Cabin Boy (and girl) work, and the plan was that from there they would find a trade caravan going east. Their time on the ship was longer than they expected, because the Captain was dishonest and said they had not completed enough labor to pay for their passage. Finally when they suspected he was never going to release them, they managed to escape and disappear into the streets of Umbar during another stop.<BR><BR>In Umbar, Mara and Taran had the good fortune to be taken in by a kindly middle-aged couple who had no children of their own. The adopted father was a merchant, though not a very successful one. But Taran learned quickly and was soon using his Easterling heritage to lead trips to the land of his birth, an area known for its weaving, bringing back treasures such as carpets and rich cloth. The business began to thrive, and when the old man died, Taran eventually became a well-known and wealthy merchant. To those in Umbar, if someone said 'The Easterling', Taran was whom they meant.<BR><BR>Mara never went on these journeys. Now that she had the chance to visit the land of her birth again, she found she didn't really want to. While it did not seem to bother Taran, Mara felt guilty that the goods they sold were made by children who were virtually enslaved and exploited for their labor. While Taran handled the end of the business that dealt with import, Mara mostly handled export, negotiating with the Captains to have their goods delivered to the port of Dol Amroth, where many carpets and treasures made their way eventually to Minas Tirith.<BR><BR>Mara mistrusted most men from an early age because of the abuse she suffered as a child, and this is probably the main reason she never married. Childbirth would have been difficult at best for one of her small stature. Even as an adult Mara was hardly bigger than a child, possibly due to being half-starved as a child, but she kept her perfect white teeth even when she was elderly.<BR><BR>Though Taran exulted in his status and married well, having many sons and daughters, Mara continued to dress plainly, and preferred to walk the streets rather than ride in a carriage. She had learned to defend herself, first with her teeth and then a dagger, when a street child, and she still felt more in common with those on the street than the others of the merchant class. She tried to take in street children as well, like her adoptive parents, but this came to an end when one of her charges stole several of Taran's precious jewels.<BR><BR>Mara's hair and eyebrows are pure white, and her skin is deeply wrinkled, though her eyes are keen and her back is straight. No one is sure how old she is, perhaps even she herself does not know exactly. She is tough and wiry and used to taking care of herself. Mara isn't really happy because she feels torn knowing that she is helping build up wealth for Taran at the expense of those in her home country. There are too many street children for her to help, but she can't seem to ignore them like others can. She has a vague plan to go to Minas Tirith again someday so that she can see the King before she dies, just to see if he really shows any sign of the Elvish blood of his ancestors.<BR>
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Postby Silwen » Sun Mar 02, 2003 5:35 am

To be quite honest, I don't know how she ended up in Lothlorien. That's what happens before the actual RPs began that I was part of. In her bio it says she always travelled a lot, so I assumed she came to Lorien at some point. When she was discovered there by the Elves they must have brought her to Galadriel because no strangers are allowed there. <BR><BR>Hitharien did not know the prophecy until she was led before Galadriel who told her. So, in the present RP situation, she knows about it - and it's giving her a hard time becasue she is afraid of what she might find out about herself.
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Postby Wicked_Wytch » Sun Mar 02, 2003 6:19 am

Hi everyone!<BR><BR>Silwen- I like your character. Hitharien has an interesting story. I've love to hear more. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Lady_G- good work on your new character. And it's good that you're touching up Elena. I like the changes. <BR><BR>Carni- I plan to come back later and read about your character (I can't stay online for much longer). Can't wait to learn about her.<BR>About your question-<BR>Shade has never fought in a real war-type battle. She came to learn how to fight through practice and networking. Whenever she found an innocent person being attacked, she stepped in and helped that person. Whenever she was attacked by stray theives or rogues who thought she would be an easy target (this occured occasionally) she would have to defend herself. And when she came across orcs she also would fight. This helped her technique. <BR>She also learned from people who lived in villages. Sometimes she stopped and stayed in cities/towns for some time. She usually lived with a family or in an Inn during that period. I think that in those type of places, she found people (experienced swordsmen and such) from whom she asked for tips. Eventually, she had enough good knowledge and experience, that she was a good swordswoman. <BR>(Does this sound right?)<BR><BR>Got to run. <BR>Later everyone!<BR><BR>~Wicked
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Postby Silwen » Mon Mar 03, 2003 2:28 am

Wicked_Wytch, Hitharien has the same problem concerning sword fighting experience. I try to keep her out of battles because of that - which doesn't always work, and last time she came across a number of Orcs - alone! - she almost died. I'll write more as soon as I can, but most of it is in the RP anyway (The Prophecy - RP). Right now there seem to be only two players, though. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0> Don't know what happened to the others. <BR><BR>I have had little time to read most posts here, but I will try to catch up because there are very good characters here.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 08, 2003 1:00 am

Hello all!<BR><BR>Thanks for all the comments on my new character Morion. <BR><BR>It’s really embarrassing; I hadn’t meant to post his history yet, because I am still working on it. The bit of his history that I have posted is just one of the MANY ideas that were going through my head when I was writing.<BR><BR><b>Carni:</b> First of all, I really like your character, Mara. She is well thought out, and believable. I wish I could write like that!!<BR><BR>Secondly, about my character Morion’s history: I know how complicated it is to have an Elf being raised by humans! I mean, usually it is the other way around, isn’t it? I was trying to justify the fact that the Northmen did not try to seek out the Elves of Mirkwood to return the child by saying that they never had much dealing with the Elves (because they did not trust the Elves – like Eómer in LotR), and also perhaps because they were afraid to go into the Forest since the shadow fell on it.<BR><BR>My initial idea was to say that the group of Northmen (who were out hunting/scouting?) brought the baby back to their village to decide what to do. The villagers were at a loss what to do, and they held a council to decide. They did not want to keep the child with them (for obvious reasons) but neither were they so cruel hearted as to just abandon the child. Léofa, a horse trader, stepped forward and said that he would take the baby to Gondor, seeing that he was headed that way (to trade his horses). <b>[Is that probable?]</b> And so Léofa finds his way to Gondor and the house of Enerdhil the Blacksmith.<BR><BR>Another idea was to say that in the council Léofa’s wife <b>[I have to think of a name for her – this is why I wanted to move the child to Gondor; it’s really hard to find some proper Rohirric names!!!] <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0> </b> said that she would take care of the child; she said this because <b>[as I said in Morion’s history – this is just changed a bit]</b> she had lost her only child, a boy, a few months before to a mystifying illness, and the grief was still heavy with her (she could not have another baby – because of the illness; it affected her too, but she did not die). The sight of the baby caused all her maternal love to overflow, and she begged the council to keep the child. She felt that chance/fate/Eru had brought her another child in place of the one she had lost. The council did not think that it was a good idea; this after all, was an Elf child, and they felt that the child should be among his own kindred. But Léofa, who loved his wife dearly, and knew her pain in losing their child, also joined in and asked to raise the child, and so in the end, the council agreed.<BR><BR>(There’s more in between – I’m still working on it)<BR><BR>But when the Great Plague began, many of the villagers died (among them Léofa and his wife), and the rest fled and were scattered. Ánieron left alone (somehow, he managed to survive) in the ensuing panic and did not know where to go or who to turn to... everyone and everything he had loved was now lost. He knew only a friend of Léofa’s, Enerdhil the Blacksmith/Jewelsmith, who lived in Gondor and whom Ánieron had visited a few times when he accompanied Léofa on his trading trips. So he decided to head for Gondor. It took him a long time <b>[Errrr... HELP!! I’m not sure how long it should be...]</b> to reach Gondor, but when he did, he found that the Plague had affected the great city as well, although not as much as his people (he thought of them as such). He sought out Enerdhil, the young, strong man his remembered, but found instead an old man, bent and stooped. He told Ánieron that his wife and two of his three children had died only a few weeks ago, and although he and his youngest son had been very ill, they did not die. But the Plague had taken its toll on Enerdhil; he was a shadow of his former self.<BR><BR>-----------------------<BR>Errrr, well, that’s it for now... I told you I am having trouble with his history... GRRRR!! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-mad.gif"border=0> The rest of it came to me so naturally... it’s only Morion’s early history that’s killing me... I mean, I already have a cool explanation as to why he came to be know as Morion, and why his personality is the way it is, etc. etc. etc.<BR><BR>I wonder... should I perhaps just skip the early history and go straight to his history from the point of his becoming the ‘rogue’ that he is?<BR><BR><BR><b>Silwen:</b> I like your character... especially the Prophecy of Galadriel about her. It’s really brilliant.<BR><BR><b>Wytch:</b> Your character development is coming along nicely! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> And for what it’s worth, I think your explanation about Shade’s skills with the sword sounds very probable..<BR><BR><BR>---------------------<BR>Keep up the good work everyone! All your posts are really interesting and informative... and HELPFUL!!!<BR><BR>Take care you guys!<BR><BR><BR>LadyG<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby maranwe_15 » Sat Mar 15, 2003 7:40 am

I have used this character in two other message boards and I really liked her so I am going to stick with it: <BR><BR>Narwen<BR><BR>An elven maid of Mirkwood forest, Her mother is Aranel and her father was Maethor of Mirkwood friends of the royal family in Mirkwood. However when Narwen was a young child her father was murdered by a Nazgul defending a village of men. She does not have much other close family than that. <BR><BR>Narwen is now 1,500 years old, not to old for an elf. She has spent her life traveling to distant lands, making friends in Rohan, Gondor, Rivendell and has visited Fangorn forest many times, listening to the tales of the trees. <BR><BR>She has spent her life traveling and trying to avenge her father's death. Tracking orcs, and other henchmen of Saruman and Sauron, all evil beings on middle-earth. It is a sad and lonely task but she has to do it alone. Which has caused her to push herself away from her one love: Gladha meaning laughter and that is what he does... he eyes lit up each time they were together and now she has gone on her journey alone despite his protests to come with her....but perhaps they shall meet again on her journeys...<BR><BR>Appearance and personality:<BR><BR>Narwen has jet black hair and eyes as black as coal. Her dark features are unusual for an elf which are usually fair. She wears dark red and black and carries her bow and arrow which had been her father's with her everywhere. She also keeps a dagger hidden near her thigh.<BR><BR>Her personality is a mixture of emotions...she is often solemn and seems to be quietly thinking to herself. However she can make others laugh and laugh herself at many things. It doesn't take much to amuse her. A sadness is behind her eyes but she does not let it show in her actions. <BR><BR>Okay this is all I have for her at the moment but will happily take suggestions on improving my character and further developing her.
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Postby prettygaladriel » Sat Mar 15, 2003 7:56 pm

Hey guys!! I thought i'd drop in and tell you all what a great job you're doing<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I have two charcters (both female) that i use when RPing. I thought i might post their profiles here, and see what you all think. Idea's, suggestions, questions and critisms are all welcome!!<BR><BR><b>Elverith Menelvagor</b><BR><BR>Elverith is a young half-elf of about 17 who's parents died when she was very young. Her father was a numenorean, so she has longer life than normal half-elvens. When she was only a few years old, a wise-man who lived near her village came to take her away. He was her teacher in weaponry and survival in the wild for over ten years.<BR><BR>After her teacher died, Elverith returned to her old village with Errantry, an eagle, and Celebestel, her horse, for her only companions. She later joined the <b>ME battle training centre</b><BR><BR>Appearnce: long jet-black hair and black eyes. She has a slight figure and is about 5'9"<BR><BR><i>Note: Elverith is a charcter that i'm still working on. The RP i used her in (ME battle training centre) has been experiencing some...problems...so she's kinda come to a stadnstill</i><BR><BR><b>Legyviel Khelekwen</b><BR><BR>Legyviel is a powerful elven mage, who is also known as the lady of ice. She lived for many years in the frozen wastelands of the north with the Forochel. She has the power to transform into any bird of prey, though she can only keep the shape for a week or so.<BR><BR>Appearance: long silver-blure hair that reaches beyond her waist. Leyviel's eyes change colour according to what she feels. However, the colour is usually ice-blue, meaning she is calm. Legyviel is rarely moved by anything. She is tall and strong, and rarely feels pity for her enemies.<BR><BR>outfit: Lght blue shirt and breches made of a soft, rare material found only in the north. She wears a long black cloack with a hood that covers her entire body.<BR><BR>skills: Horseback riding, shapeshifting, tracking. Legyviel can use all types of weapons. These include: sword, bow (long and cross), schimiters and daggers. She can also use her magic against eniemies. <BR><BR><i>Note: Legyviel is my charcter in "The nightgaurds" RP. To find out more about her you can go to that thread</i>
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Postby Kaimelar » Sun Mar 16, 2003 3:52 am

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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Wed Mar 19, 2003 11:33 am

Kailmelar, PG, Narwen... lovely characters!!!<BR><BR><BR><BR>---------------------------<BR><BR>A new/Another version of Morion’s history...<BR><BR><b>History:</b> Not much is know about Morion’s early history; only fragments of information gathered over the long years. <BR><BR>He was found by Anduin, the Great River, near the eaves of Mirkwood in the year 1621 of the Third Age, by a group of Northmen of Rhovanion who were, at the time, living there. He was then perhaps a year or two old, thin and starving, wrapped in tattered blankets, a blue-white sword, elvish runes etched on the blade, lying beside him. He was taken to Gondor, and left in the care of Enerdhil the Blacksmith, a good man of Númenórean descent, although not of a noble house. Why the Northmen did not try to return him to the Elves, why they made the long and harsh journey to Gondor to deliver the Elf-child to a Man, and why Enerdhil decided to keep the child, remains a great mystery.<BR><BR>Vanesse, the wife of Enerdhil, named him Ánieron. She loved him with a fierce protective love, heightened all the more because only a few months before Ánieron came into their lives, their only child had died of a mystifying illness that no one could cure. Vanesse herself had suffered from the same illness, but she had not died, although it had left her with a weak heart and unable to ever have a child again.<BR><BR>Ánieron grew up well-loved and well-cared for, and for the most part, he was a happy child. He was kind, and gentle, thoughtful and caring, willing to lend a hand to whomever might need it. He was a talented craftsman, creating and making things from a very early age, and he soon surpassed Enerdhil, his foster-father. Most people loved him, but in his heart, Ánieron was never truly happy. He knew he was not like all the other children he played with; they did not, after all, have pointy ears or seem to age more slowly, and thousand other little things that made him feel like an outsider. His foster-parents had never kept the truth from him. He knew that he was an Elf, and that he had been found near the Anduin and brought to Gondor when he was very young. But that was all he knew. He treasured the sword that was given him on his 10th birthday, as Enerdhil told him that it had been found near him, and could possibly have belonged to his true father. Ánieron sometimes spent hours practicing with it, or just staring at it, wondering about his past. As the years passed, and he wondered more and more about his true parents, and about why he was abandoned, the sword gave him hope, however slight, that perhaps one day he might be re-united with his kindred. He had seen Elves pass through Gondor sometimes, and each time, he would look hungrily at their faces, their manners, and listen their songs and tales, and fix them in his memory forever. And each time, he would wonder if one of them could be his kin.<BR><BR>When the Great Plague swept through Gondor, leaving devastation in its wake, Ánieron and his family were not untouched by it. Ánieron was at the time about 16 years old, full of enthusiasm and exuberance, and the future lay before him like a bright star. He was, for the most part, at peace, and knew not the cold and sanctifying touch of sorrow. But that was soon to change. Vanesse, already weakened by the illness that had touched her along ago, died on March 19th, 1636 of the Third Age, one of the earliest victims of the Plague in Gondor. Enerdhil followed soon after, broken and wasted away through grief and illness. Ánieron mourned the loss of Enerdhil and Vanesse, for he had truly loved them with all his heart, and felt deeply indebted to them for having brought him up. For the first time since he had been found by the Northmen, Ánieron was once again alone in the world, and did not know where to go or who to turn to... everyone and everything he had loved was now lost.<BR><BR>He packed up whatever little belongings he had left, and his sword, and in the winter of the same year (1636), he left Gondor forever.<BR><BR>For almost 400 years, he wandered Middle-Earth, appearing now and again in Gondor, or Rohan, or other cities and towns around Middle-Earth. No one ever found out much about the strange young man, who seemed to grow more fell and grim as the years passed, nor did they know where he came from or where he was headed. But his craftsmanship was well known and much sought after. <BR><BR><BR>-----------------------------------------------------------------<BR>That’s about all I have for Morion atm. I hardly have the time nowadays to work on him, unfortunately, since studies and other commitments are taking up almost every waking moment of my life. But what do you guys think? Is this version of <b>Morion’s History</b> better than the pervious one?<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby prettygaladriel » Thu Mar 20, 2003 12:33 am

Thanks <b>Lady_G</b>. I should have written the history of my character in more detail, but i thought if anyone was interested they would just check out the nightgaurds thread<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Lovely character you have there, by the way<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby LadyElessar » Thu Mar 20, 2003 12:45 am

Hello everyone! I'm very new to TORC and even more new to the concept of role playing. I really enjoy creative writing though and obviously love the world of Tolkien so I thought I'd give it a go. Please, please, please I would love any and all constructive criticisms!!<BR><BR><b>NAME:</b> Terelas<BR><BR><b>RACE:</b> Man of Gondor<BR><BR><b>AGE:</b> 26 years<BR><BR><b>LINEAGE:</b>: Distant descendant of Tarostar, the seventh king of Gondor, family line resulted from illicit union with woman of Rohan. Terelas often dreams of one day ruling Gondor as Rómendacil III. Father was Bartamil, Ranger of Ithilien killed in skirmish with Easterlings, and mother is, Carcil, unwed woman of Gondor. <BR><BR><b>HEIGHT:</b> 6’0<BR><BR><b>BUILD:</b>: Not particularly tall, lean and muscular<BR><BR><b>HAIR COLOR:</b>: Dark dirty blonde cut much shorter than most men, rarely seen as his head is often covered<BR><BR><b>EYE COLOR:</b>: Deep hazel with flecks of amber<BR><BR><b>WEAPONS:</b>: Still carries staff of Lebethron that belonged to his father, and the bow and arrow he has had since youth along with the seemingly always half-full quiver of arrows. Also carries a short sword, a hunting knife he keeps in his boot and a broad sword of unknown origin he calls Amarth (Sindarin word for ‘Doom’) <BR><BR><b>DRESS:</b>: Dark breeches tucked into deer-skin pair of boots, dark green or tan tunic over which he wears a heavy black hooded cloak. Atop his head he often wears a highly peculiar thinly knit woolen hat, commonly worn by children on the outskirts of Firien Wood.<BR> <BR><b>SKILLS:</b>: Skilled bowman and hunter, stronger with a short sword than with Amarth, but still a very skilled swordsman. Ability to befriend most animals – especially thrush, horse, dog, squirrel and fox. Reasonable comprehension and speaking level in Elvish assumed to be acquired from the learned people of his village. Acquired some medicinal healing skills from the woman who looked after him as a child, very self-reliant since a young age. Skilled builder and craftsmen as his wandering life demands it. <BR><BR><b>MARITAL STATUS:</b> Single, no known female contacts<BR><BR><b>COMPANIONS:</b>: Halax, a dark bay stallion with white snip and one white sock adopted by Terelas since a yearling. Not one of the Mearas, but prior to acquisition by Terelas, part of a band of horses rumored to have faint lineage in Felarof, the great horse of Eorl. Oril, a hunting hound believed to have also been acquired outside Firien Wood of unknown age. <BR><BR><b>HISTORY:</b>: Born out of wedlock, Terelas, illegitimate child of Bartamil, Ranger of Ithilien, to avoid the humiliation of his mother, Carcil, was raised by the people of his mother’s village on the banks of the River Anduin. Named for the fourth beacon of Gondor, Terelas learned from the men of the village and became both a skilled bowman and swordsman. Having no permanent home, Terelas was known even in his childhood as a wanderer and a loner, for often spending days and nights outside the village on his own. He taught himself the ways of the wild, having always possessed a strong tie with nature and befriended most of the beasts of Anorien. In his eighteenth year, Terelas returned after an overnight on the plains with a leggy dark bay colt trailing behind him. Horsemanship was not a skill of the village and rumors quickly flew about his mysterious acquisition of the young horse, culminating in the accusation that Terelas had somehow stolen the colt from within the Rammas Echor. Taking great offense to the accusation, Terelas left the village several days after and was never seen again on the banks of the Anduin. Knowing only the name of his biological father, Terelas set off from the small village where he was raised armed with only a staff of Lebethron, a bow and half-full quiver of arrows, a short sword, a hunting knife and a yearling he named Halax. Terelas waited several years before traveling to Minas Tirith in search of information about his father, Bartamil, fallen Ranger of Ithilien. First sent away from the city’s gates, Terelas brought forth the staff of Lebethron that he knew had been his fathers and was admitted into the annals to research his family history. Tracing the complicated history of houses and families, when Terelas learned of his family’s true history he promptly left the White City and can now be found in and around the many foothills north and south of the White Mountains. He desires to one day encounter the race of elves, but has never left the borders of Gondor. <BR><BR><b>CHARACTERISTICS:</b>: Boyish features complemented by his unusually short hair-length, Terelas can first give off an appearance of innocence and harmlessness. However, he is neither and can be very quick to anger if one isn’t careful. Other than Halax and Oril he has no other companion and has no known close friends. Upon first meeting one would assume Terelas’ people skills were lacking. However, he has been known to frequent several small villages in the foothills along the West Road and those who encounter him whether at an inn, tavern or blacksmith find him a pleasant, if not very quiet and soft spoken young man. Most find his entourage somewhat peculiar as he is sometimes seen walking rather than riding Halax, who trails behind him with Oril. To catch a glimpse of Terelas is a rare occurrence as he often keeps to the highlands and forests though. A rider of Rohan would be unable to distinguish him as anything more than a dark blur of horse and rider if not for the white sock on Halax’s right rear leg. Terelas is extremely perceptive, resourceful, and intelligent despite his volatility at times, which is most likely inherited from his father. Like many, he is especially quick to anger after a few pints and consequently tends to avoid crowded taverns. Similarly poor treatment of Halax and denying Oril entrance into any buildings is seen as a personal insult. Although a sensitive young man, he is a fierce and valiant foe of both man and beast, rumored to have slain a wild boar with his bare hands. Often mistaken for a Ranger, Terelas’ ambiguity gives him a mysterious and slightly dangerous air and most people of the village know very little about him as he mostly keeps to himself and reveals little about his background. Despite his quiet behavior and ability to appear rather standoffish, those who are patient and able to generate conversation find him to be still very much a young man, learning about the ways of the world and most importantly of people.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 22, 2003 1:53 am

Thank you PG! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> I must admit, it can get rather hard at times, but that's the wonderful thing about this thread... even if I get stuck, I know there are some Master RP'ers here to help me out! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Keep well!<BR><BR>LadyG<BR><BR><BR><b>Edit:</b> Welcome LadyElessar... I am sure you will find this thread very helpful!<BR><BR><b>Edit Again</b> for horrid spelling mistakes
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Postby Carnimiriel » Sat Mar 22, 2003 6:01 am

I just wanted to drop back in to apologize for not being here recently to comment on characters - there has been a lot going on with work and world events that haven't given me as much opportunity to post here as I would like.<BR><BR>I do intend to read the wonderful character bios at some point, but I am also hoping that everyone here can help each other by commenting on each others' characters. I will also see if I can scare up a few more experienced posters to drop by.<BR><BR>Stay well everyone!
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 22, 2003 6:36 am

Carni! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Welcome back! ((hugs))<BR><BR>How wonderful to see you back here! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>LadyG
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Mar 29, 2003 11:48 am

Completed History of Morion:<BR><BR><b>History:</b> Not much is know about Morion’s early history; only fragments of information gathered over the long years. <BR><BR>He was found by Anduin, the Great River, near the eaves of Mirkwood in the year 1621 of the Third Age, by a group of Northmen of Rhovanion who were, at the time, living there. He was then perhaps a year or two old, thin and starving, wrapped in tattered blankets, a blue-white sword, elvish runes etched on the blade, lying beside him. He was taken to Gondor, and left in the care of Enerdhil the Blacksmith, a good man of Númenórean descent, although not of a noble house. Why the Northmen did not try to return him to the Elves, why they made the long and harsh journey to Gondor to deliver the Elf-child to a Man, and why Enerdhil decided to keep the child, remains a great mystery.<BR><BR>Vanesse, the wife of Enerdhil, named him Ánieron. She loved him with a fierce protective love, heightened all the more because only a few months before Ánieron came into their lives, their only child had died of a mystifying illness that no one could cure. Vanesse herself had suffered from the same illness, but she had not died, although it had left her with a weak heart and unable to ever have a child again.<BR><BR>Ánieron grew up well-loved and well-cared for, and for the most part, he was a happy child. He was kind, and gentle, thoughtful and caring, willing to lend a hand to whomever might need it. He was a talented craftsman, creating and making things from a very early age, and he soon surpassed Enerdhil, his foster-father. Most people loved him, but in his heart, Ánieron was never truly happy. He knew he was not like all the other children he played with; they did not, after all, have pointy ears or seem to age more slowly, and thousand other little things that made him feel like an outsider. His foster-parents had never kept the truth from him. He knew that he was an Elf, and that he had been found near the Anduin and brought to Gondor when he was very young. But that was all he knew. He treasured the sword that was given him on his 10th birthday, as Enerdhil told him that it had been found near him, and could possibly have belonged to his true father. Ánieron sometimes spent hours practicing with it, or just staring at it, wondering about his past. As the years passed, and he wondered more and more about his true parents, and about why he was abandoned, the sword gave him hope, however slight, that perhaps one day he might be re-united with his kindred. He had seen Elves pass through Gondor sometimes, and each time, he would look hungrily at their faces, their manners, and listen their songs and tales, and fix them in his memory forever. And each time, he would wonder if one of them could be his kin.<BR><BR>When the Great Plague swept through Gondor, leaving devastation in its wake, Ánieron and his family were not untouched by it. Ánieron was at the time about 16 years old, full of enthusiasm and exuberance, and the future lay before him like a bright star. He was, for the most part, at peace, and knew not the cold and sanctifying touch of sorrow. But that was soon to change. Vanesse, already weakened by the illness that had touched her along ago, died on March 19th, 1636 of the Third Age, one of the earliest victims of the Plague in Gondor. Enerdhil followed soon after, broken and wasted away through grief and illness. Ánieron mourned the loss of Enerdhil and Vanesse, for he had truly loved them with all his heart, and felt deeply indebted to them for having brought him up. For the first time since he had been found by the Northmen, Ánieron was once again alone in the world, and did not know where to go or who to turn to... everyone and everything he had loved was now lost.<BR><BR>He packed up whatever little belongings he had left, and his sword, and in the winter of the same year (1636), he left Gondor forever.<BR><BR>For almost 400 years, he wandered Middle-Earth, appearing now and again in Gondor, or Rohan, or other cities and towns around Middle-Earth. No one ever found out much about the strange young man, who seemed to grow more fell and grim as the years passed, nor did they know where he came from or where he was headed. But his craftsmanship was well known and much sought after, although his prices for his handiwork were at times outrageous. <BR><BR>When the Nazgûl captured Minas Ithil, Ánieron had been nearby, on his way to Gondor to sell his wares. The war between Men and Elves and the forces of darkness did not touch his life – he cared for no one but himself. Unfortunately for him, he was captured by Orcs, who thought him to be a spy, and brought to Minas Morgul, as it was now known. But Ánieron was shrewd and a master strategist, and he knew how to get himself out of the most dangerous situations. He offered his services to the Lord of the Nazgûl, in return for his life. He promised to serve the Dark Lord, and be his spy and bring him news of the plans of Elves and Men. Amazingly, the Lord of the Nazgûl agreed to his offer, but on one condition: Ánieron must serve the Dark Lord alone, and serve him faithfully, and severe all ties he may have in Middle-Earth. He had laughed grimly at that condition, and replied that he had no ties left to severe, so the condition made served no purpose, but nonetheless he would serve Sauron, for he had nothing to lose. But even then, the true darkness in Ánieron’s heart was not visible, not even to him. Ánieron was set free and allowed to return to Gondor.<BR><BR><BR>For the rest of the Third Age, Ánieron worked as a spy and assassin for the Dark Lord, bringing him valuable information about the movements and actions of Elves and Men, and killing the people who stood in his Master’s way. As a renowned craftsman, Ánieron still had access to many places and had many connections of influence. <BR><BR>He was also put in charge of expeditions to Harad and Dunland and other places, to procure the ‘help’ (by means of threats and influence and stirring up of emotions) of the people against the Elves and Dúnedain and the Rohirrim. He particularly enjoyed these little ‘trips’, because he was always richly rewarded i.e. he took whatever caught his attention. One of the things he took from the Easterlings was russet-brown stallion. The horse was the prize possession of one of the most influential men among the Easterlings, but Ánieron did not care. He threatened the man, asking him, quite reasonably, to choose between giving him the horse, or facing one of the Nazgûl, or perhaps even the Eye of Sauron. In the end, he got what he wanted; a magnificent stallion that surpassed all the others. The horse did not take too kindly to his new master, however, and it was a long while before Ánieron could even get close enough to try to mount him. And when he did manage to mount the horse, Ánieron nearly paid for it with his life. But Ánieron was just as stubborn as the horse, which he named Fell Fire. In the end, they had what could be called a grudging respect for one another.<BR><BR>Ánieron used everything and everyone that he came across to serve his needs and that of his Master’s. Especially women. To Ánieron, women were a pleasant pastime, creatures with whom he could have some fun while gathering important news and information for his Master. The women were always willing give him gifts, to do things for him, to bring him news, to talk, to tell him whatever he asked, because Ánieron... ah, Ánieron had that rare gift, you see. He was a man that <i>listened</i>, and sympathised, and comforted, and understood. It was all an act of course, but he played his part well.<BR><BR>People were, however, not as blind as Ánieron had first disdainfully thought. They, especially the Elves, sensed the darkness in him; a darkness of the soul, that grew as the years passed. Soon people began to call him Morion, the Son of the Dark; they used the name in fear and bitterness, and cursed him for the havoc and destruction he brought into their lives. For wherever Morion went, sooner or later, darkness and death and evil were to follow. But none of this made any impression on him. In fact, he took this new name with pride, severing the last tenacious thread of his past. In time, the fact that he had had any other name besides Morion faded from his mind, suppressed in the far crevices of his memory. He led his life the way he pleased, and his life as it was at that time pleased him greatly. He had always been ambitious, but also hungry for power, and riches and influence, although these things had laid dormant in his heart for a long, long time. <BR><BR>But sometimes, his conscience would sting him, and he would remember the love and compassion that Enerdhil and Vanesse had shown him, or he would think of the family he had never known, especially when confronted with the young, defenceless children. Sometimes, he could not carry out his Master’s orders, and in defiance to his instructions, Morion would set his prisoners free, so he would not have their blood in his hands. He did send the Orcs after the prisoners later to kill them, of course, but at least, he reasoned, it was not he who had killed them. If any should escape the Orcs, he could at least say that the Elf in command had shown mercy. None of these reasons were very plausible or truthful, but it made Morion feel better. As the War of the Ring approached and rumour grew that the One Ring had been found, Morion’s heart was no longer in what he did. He could no longer stand by and watch the destruction of his home. Yet he feared to defy Sauron openly, for now he knew too much about the Dark Lord and his plans for Middle-Earth. So he began, in secret, to sabotage the Dark Lord’s preparations and plans. They were small things; a change of instruction here, forgetting to mention some important bit of news there. These acts did not stop the preparations for war; Morion knew it was beyond him to stop it, but he hoped that, by performing these acts of sabotage, he would delay the start of the war just long enough to give the people of Middle-Earth a chance to defend themselves.<BR><BR><BR>Shortly after the Lord of the Nazgûl left Minas Morgul with his army to seize Gondor, Morion managed to slip away from the remainder of the troops there, and under the cover of night, after many days, he made his way to Mirkwood. He did not participate in any of the battles; rather he remained hidden, fearing he would be recognised and that his betrayal would be known to both sides, though the reasons were different. The Elves would not believe that he had renounced his life of evil, and the Orcs and the rest of Sauron’s armies would not show him any mercy either. Morion never found out whether or not his tactics helped those who defended Middle-Earth. But when the Dark Lord was finally defeated on March 25th 3019 T.A., Morion thought that he was finally free, though he could never return to the carefree life he had had before his deal with the darkness.<BR><BR>Afterwards, Morion became a wanderer once more, making things out of wood, metal and stone, and selling them here and there to earn his supper. And to this days he still wanders, having no place to truly call his home, and never staying anywhere too long for fear of being recognised. But now and then, the need for companionship proves too strong, and he seeks out the warmth of friendship and the sense of belonging to a family. It was during one of these times that he wandered into the Bard’s Guild, and is currently an apprentice there.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Silwen » Tue Apr 01, 2003 4:31 am

A new RP I joined just for the heck of it required my to create a new character I never had in mind to create. The development is still in an early stage, so tell me if there is something missing that would be helpful to understand the character. I don't know which age the RP is set in yet, so I haven't mentioned it, but it must be either the second or third age because it begins in the Grey Havens.<BR><BR><b>Lady_G</b>, that's such a good description of your character. When reading all the posts I noticed how well you can all describe your characters. That is how you can tell who is a good writer and who is not. Well done!<BR><BR>So here's my new character......<BR><BR>Silwen: <BR><BR>Race: Elf<BR>Gender: female<BR>Age: young; equivalent of human mid-twenties<BR>Appearance: average height, fair-skinned, blonde, unusually green eyes (some say her love for plants is reflected in their colour); wears a light green robe<BR>Weapons: knife and short-sword<BR>Alliance: Lothlórien, her home<BR>Self-reliant; likes company to distract her, but also likes being by herself once in a while; open to new things; she has been taught the sciences and wants to sail to see what lies beyond the Hither Lands. She has never been away from Lórien before.<BR>Skills: very good hearing; excellent sword-fighter who can wield any blade; trained archer with strong dislike for archery; stronger than she appears.<BR><BR>History: <BR>Already as a child Silwen is very curious and loves the flora and fauna of her land. She fills her books with lists cataloguing all plants and animals that exist in the Golden Woods. The thought of leaving to see other places never crosses her mind, and she knows only of few who leave Lórien on some errand, but all of them return after a short time. She never feels the need to go anywhere else.<BR><BR>The sage Celebhen takes her in with her parents’ permission to teach her the sciences. He has a son, Valmir, whom he educates with her. Valmir is a master archer and swordsman who begins instructing Silwen in his art. She soon falls in love with him, but never says a word to him. One day, during practice, she accidentally kills Valmir with a stray arrow. From now on there is nothing to keep her in Lórien and she feels she must leave, for she has spilled Elven blood. After the incident she becomes a more fervent seeker of knowledge. She believes her studies will keep her mind off her terrible deed, and she never touches a bow again.<BR><BR>Travelling Elves bring news of an expedition leaving from the Grey Havens and Silwen packs her most important belongings consisting of scientific equipment and books. Celebhen her master, grieved both at his only son’s death as well as at her departure, accompanies her to the Grey Havens. <BR> <BR>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Wed Apr 02, 2003 11:42 am

<BR>Thank you Silwen, for your compliments! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> I am very grateful... you have noooooo idea how long I have sit there and think about my characters...so it does me good to hear they have turned out all right. Luckily for me, Morion almost wrote himself... amazing, to say the least!<BR><BR>I enjoyed reading your new character; she's lovely!<BR><BR>LadyG
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Postby Silwen » Thu Apr 03, 2003 4:22 am

Thank you, too, Lady_G. You wouldn't happen to know what the Elvish equivalent of mid-twenties would be, do you? I am having trouble with that.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Apr 05, 2003 11:51 am

Errr... I'm not sure either... but when I wrote my character Morion I pictured him to be in the mid-twenties... like 24/25... so I'm guessing... around 1600-2000 years?
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Postby Carnimiriel » Sat Apr 05, 2003 12:02 pm

I wish I had time to comment on some of the wonderful character descriptions, but since I'm just popping in I can at least answer the question about elven ages, with a quote from Morgoth's Ring (HoME X). This is from the essay Laws and Customs Among the Eldar on p. 210.<BR><BR>"Not until the fiftieth year did the Eldar attain the stature and shape in which their lives would afterwards endure, and for some a hundred years would pass before they were full-grown. The Eldar wedded for the most part in their youth and soon after their fiftieth year."<BR><BR>This part of HoME X has all sorts of other wonderful tidbits about Elvish customs and I would highly recommend it even if you don't really want to slog through all 12 volumes of HoME.<BR><BR>The way I figure based on this, mid-twenties for Elves would probably be somewhere between 50 and 100.
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Postby Silwen » Sun Apr 06, 2003 8:09 am

Thanks carni! My guess was pretty close to Lady_G's guess, actually. So I'll make Silwen about 60 or so, need to think about it for a while. <BR><BR>I am curently reading volume 6 of the History of ME, so it'll be a while before I get to Morgoth's Ring.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Tue Apr 08, 2003 12:29 pm

Thanks Carni for the info.... I think I will just leave Morion's Age as it is, and say that in his heart and mind he really is only in his mid-twenties.... I haven't had a chance to read the HoME series, so I don't know about all the customs and stuff of the Elves<BR><BR><BR>LadyG<BR><BR><BR><BR>Keeper of <i>Silmariën</i>, the <i>mithril</i> Moon Ring of Dreams and Melody <BR><BR>True-Blue Bookworm! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>Daughter of the Stars, Twilight Sister of the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=40&catid=37&threadid=52394">Twilight Guild</a><BR><BR>Bard Exemplar and Proud Member of the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=50&catid=37&threadid=61713">Bard’s Guild</a> <BR><BR>Silk Ribbon Embroiderer of the <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=50&catid=37&threadid=36615">Weaver’s Guild</a><BR><BR>Gryffindor Student at <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=50&catid=37&threadid=62422">Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry</a><BR><BR>Adopted by <a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=54&threadid=55327">Evenstar_of_Imladris</a>
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