Born Beneath the Shadow OOC

[Celebria]

Name: Celebria

Race: Halfelven

Gender: Female

Age: 20 years

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Facial features: Green eyes, long dark blonde hair (honey colored), fine bone structure, Elvish ears, Numenorian nose (from her father)

Body features: tall for a maid, lean and lithe, strong, pale skin

Clothing: grey leggings, a knee length tunic of pale green and grey, cut for a female, dark grey hooded cloak, riding boots

Weapons: Elven sword, matched daggers of Dwarven make

History: Celebria is the daughter of a Ranger and an Elf. She has grown up in Ithilien and Rohan. Her father is ambassador to Rohan for the Steward of Gondor and a southern Ranger who has defended Ithilien. Her father's family has also maintained a friendship with the royal family in Edoras. When her father, Andrais, travels north with an important message for the Dunedain remnant, Celebria is left behind. She becomes worried when they do not return and has a premonition that something has happened to them. She leaves her home to seek her parents, Andrais and Ninui.

Name: Luke Pequen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 32

Appearance: Rugged is a term that describes him in general fairly well. He travels almost continually these days so it is not often he can come his black shoulder length hair and wash his face. His clothing shows little the strain of travel and he does keep them in very good shape while his cloak and leather vest take the brunt of the elements. His face is lean and sharp, with strong cheekbones and kind blue eyes, though there are deep stress lines about his mouth and eyes. He posses what some might call a bit of a raptors gaze, though he denies it except when it suits him. Roughly 6'2'' once again travel and the elements have chiseled away most of the fat on him, leaving him lanky and toned.

Personality: Kindly and seemingly friendly. He laughs a lot and knows many, many songs. He loves a good drink with friends and hunting. He is very patient, to a fault even. He never shows much sadness or visible rage. He is normally a picture calm.

Clothing: Dark brown pants, and equally dark green tunic. Black leather riding boots with lumps of iron in the toes adorn his feet. Leather gauntlets, belt, and vest cover the rest of him for the most part. A thick wool cloak, deep gray in hue, acts as instant tent, provides warmth, and does a good bit of camouflage in a pinch. His hair is tide back with a leather thong.

Weapons. Two curved swords hung at his waist (He's gotten pretty adept at not tripping over them). A bow and quiver usually hung on his saddle. Also a blade heavy hunting knife at the back of his belt.

Skills: He is ambidextrous which has helped him master his dual swords to an elevated degree. He is very good with a bow, and can handle a staff.

Mount: Black roan horse named Ged.

History (The massively shortened version ): Born to an Eored Cheiften in Rohan. He learned the swords, and then moved on to dual swords when it was discovered he was ambidextrous. He left at age sixteen to prove himself worthy to be the next chief, but was nearly killed on the slopes of Morodor. He was found by an elf and nursed back to health. He traveled with her for three years, to (as he thought was necessary) pay her back for saving his life. She finally left him at Rivendel. He married not long after and moved to the outskirts of Mirkwood where he took to teaching the sword and bow. He had two beautiful daughters and a small son. One day his home was attacked and his family and students slaughtered by Orcs. He hunted them down and slew all the Orc who remained in a blind rage. After this fairly animalistic display of raw anger he became somewhat afraid of his own anger and sought to master it. He did not find his son among the dead and could only assume that somehow he escaped, though it seemed unlikely, as he was only two years of age at the time. This all occurred when he was twenty-five. Since then he has wandered aimlessly. He subdued his grief and moved on with his life, though he know wanders without allegiance or many friends outside Rivendel, seemingly aimless though always on the lookout for any clue to his lost sons whereabouts.

Name: Iyllellowayth (Ell)
Nickname(s): Nyx (night), Achlys (mist, darkness)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown

Appearance

Hair: Long, flowing, silvery-white; black streaks; almost always in a high ponytail; short bangs normally fall from ponytail

Eyes: Black with red rim; almond shaped somewhat large but alluring

Build: strong from living on her own. i.e. strong arms, flat stomach, strong running legs, etc.

Skin: tanned; somewhat dirty; soft

Clothing: see pictures (varies); skin-tight pants under skirt; knee-high skin tight boots; skinny chain hold top to a black choker and top to bottoms (pants/skirt)

Unusual Markings: Tribal tattoos (see pics): tattoos appear on left shoulder and left hand, and right cheek and right forearm, around belly button, and small of back

Personality: Optimistic but cunning and sly. She acts seductive and flirtatious around the men she finds attractive. Will fight for what she believes in. Humorous at times, very serious at others. Loves to fight (with swords, spears, etc.)Likes to sing, but not in front of others.

Weapon of Choice: Spear with unique daggers tied securely (but detachable) at each end
Secondary Weapon: Long sword
Last Choice: Bow/Arrow

History: As a child, Nyx was raised on a small farm near Andrast (Ras Mortil). There, two loving parents raised her: mother Druinel and father Nesais. She was taught courage and respect, loyalty and trust, but also mere womanly skills in the home. By age 10, she was as a good a cleaner as any of the steward’s house cleaners. However, this was not her life. Several times, she attempted to run away, but was caught, and severely punished, by her uncle, the village leader. If one left the village, you were no longer welcome and were considered an outcast. She waited for that time to come.

Finally, she was able to escape successfully, taking only a mount, her favorite weapons, some money of her own, and some food. She fled southeast, first to Belfalas, then to Tolfalas. Neither was rough enough for her liking. She then ventured on to Harad, the land of the savages.

There she was welcomed. For many long years, she stayed with them, learning to fight with many weapons, and training to be in their army. However, one day, she requested she be chosen for some other jobs, one more aggressive and thrilling. They granted her this wish, and she became known as Nyx to them, one of their best assassins. She fought her way to the top, becoming the most feared fighter.

As more feared her, the more they hated her. They were through with her, and at age 20, they cast her out. She was no longer welcome there, either. With rage and hatred boiling inside her, she lived off the land, and lived among the animals. Her senses honed themselves as she trained everyday. Her horse, Melanctha (black flower), a jet-black horse with a fiery attitude, and a hawk, Telaria, are her only companions.

She now resides wherever she needs to, sometimes killing in order to do so.

Main Weakness: Love. Even though she is a tease, nothing is ever long term for her.

Name:Alessia (Lessa for short)
Age: 25
Race: Human (half Dunedain)
Occupation: Traveller
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, Wavy, Red
Height: 5’6
Weapons: 2 Sabres (Brought from pirates in a pub in dol amroth) bow and throwing knives.
Appearance: Slim with tanned skin from years of wandering. A mix of clothing from different places. Usually a dark green tunic, brown embroidered wrap pants, an ochre coloured sash (around waist), soft leather boots and a green cloak and woollen cap when it’s cold.
Personality: Imaginative, creative, a dreamer, she relies on no one but herself and has a fear of commitment.
History: Her mother died giving birth to her and her father died when she was 18. Has wandered for the past 7 years not staying in one place for long.

Name: Gwain

Human, Age 25

he's tall (six') skinny... light sandy brown hair which he keeps in a ponytail which reaches to just below his neck. Green eyes

Travels with a companion raven which talks to him and only him.

Is a new mage apprentice, so he's usually messing something up, but he tries hard.

Name: Ricochet
Instead of a cloak, Ricochet wears a knee-length rugged coat that has a slight nautical look to it. His dark brown hair falls in a ragged cut almost to his shoulders, shorter around his face. His hair is cut jaggedly, like someone who doesn’t have the time to sit down and cut his hair but rather hacks off pieces of it as they get in his way. However, he is usually clean-shaven. His eyes are a sea-mist grey and his figure is fairly tall and lean. A black scarf is tied loosely around his neck, though it has a use that wouldn’t be guessed at a casual glance: it is actually a mask.

Ricochet is a very subdued man with a very cool manner; he’s never been hot-headed. He has his sarcasm and a wicked sense of humor, but in most of his ways he very subtle. He doesn’t take any crap and calls other people on theirs. He knows how to end scuffles quickly and with little movement and he never does anything unnecessary. He’s the kind of man that usually has the respect of other renegades or ill-tempered people. He’ll stay out of their business so long as they don’t interfere with his.
He is fairly apt at fighting but doesn’t really do much of it, mostly finding it unnecessary. He outsmarts rather than outfights mostly, but at his core he is essentially working solely for himself.

Ricochet has been a pirate, but a very strange one. He often would leave port with crews and plunder as any pirate crew would, but many times he would simply leave the ship without warning, abandoning his boat and crew. While he was a pirate he always wore the black mask over his eyes. He never attached himself to anything or anyone, but not because of some event in his past, but it is simply his disposition. He works for himself by himself. But, like pirating or anything else he has done, he becomes bored. He’s not interested greatly in money because he gets whatever he needs and has a fair bit from his days as a pirate, but he does more minor thieving on occasion. What he is more interested in is purpose and challenge, which is his motivation to join your motley company.

His subtle nature is best with knives, but for ending less quiet skirmishes quickly he also carries a sword. He had accumulated various weapons over the years and never really cares to lose them. At the present he is also carrying a very stout bow and a few arrows he either makes himself or finds. His arrows are all different, but he cuts a rough “R” into the shafts of them. One companion that has followed him throughout the year is a hawk, though he refuses to name it. It flies away and back to his shoulder of its own free will, and he has done nothing to influence that decision. He doesn’t really attach to the horses he rides either, rarely calling them by their given names. Still, besides these aspects of his personality, he’s not really aloof. He is prone to sarcasm however.

Ricochet’s past is fairly uninteresting. He was apprenticed to pirates through some deal his father had, and like any boy left his home when the time came.

Name: Gildor
Race: Sindarin Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 2800 years
Height: 6' 3"

Appearance: Grey eyes, blond hair, tall, lean, muscular, skin lightly tanned from days of riding in the sun.

Clothing: sand colored leggings, a knee length tunic of pale green and grey, a doe skin hooded cloak, tall riding boots, wears a dragon pendant on a silver chair around his neck.

Weapons: Long bow, Elven sword, a curved elven knife in each boot, and tojo blades from the East hung on his belt.

Skills: He has traveled most of the known world and is proficient at fighting with many types of weapons.

Horse: Narwa, a fiery red horse, tall and refined, bred for racing by desert nomads in the Far East. He is very spirited, will only suffer the touch of an elf, and has been ridden by none except Gildor.

History: He was born in Mirkwood, the son of a Sindarin noble, and trained as a warrior in the military. He grew bored with life in the court and decided to explore the world beyond the Celduin River after a visit from Gandalf during the year 1492. He took leave from the military and journeyed throughout Middle Earth over the next 200 years visiting with wise men, elves and wizards. He also spent time studying in the libraries in the Elven realms and Gondor. Eventually he crossed the desert beyond Rhun which was thought to claim the life of all who ventured there. He joined a band of nomadic horsemen who were peaceful men who valued their horses above all else. He fell in love with the daughter of the chieftain, but their romance was cut short when she was slain during an Easterling attack. Overcome with grief, he returned to Mirkwood bringing with him weapons and some horses from the East. Due to his loss he feels the need to protect the innocent and slay the servants of Sauron. He returned to military service and was promoted to Assistant Captain of the Kings Guard. He guarded the High Pass for many years and helped lead the defense of Mirkwood during the Orc attack in June of 3019. After Gollum’s escape, he rode toward the Misty Mountains in search of the pathetic creature lest Sauron’s servants find him.

Name: Devrin
Race: Gondorian Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27 years
Height: 5”11"

Wears Black pants, Black tunic, and a black hat. He has bronze skin, black shifty eyes, shoulder length dark brown hair, lean but very muscular. Carries a knife, sword, and a crossbow.

Devrin’s father died of disease when he was five and his mother supported them by working in a pub. When he was twelve his mother remarried but he never got along well with his stepfather. Since his mother was a barmaid, he spent much of his childhood at the pub learning to gamble, drink, and party. He learned many card tricks and travels from town to town staying until jealous townsmen run him out. He has a fine horse which he won in Edoras, fine clothing, and plenty of gold in his pockets.

Name: Melody

Race: Man

Gender: Female

Age: Twenty

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 150

Facial Features: High cheek bones, blue eyes, medium length light blonde hair, delicate nose and mouth, fair skin, a few freckles - but not a lot, delicate jawline

Body Features: Porportionate, slender, muscular, long legs and torso, delicate curves

Clothing: She's not wearing the same thing all the time, but normally brown leggings with a dark brown tunic that fits her figure, and leather belt and long leather boots, always wears a silver pendant with a saphire in it normally tucked under her tunic. and leather vambraces and a worn brown cloak
Weapons: bow and arrows, long sword, a few daggers (In boots and concealed under cloak)

Occupation: Ranger of the North

History: When she was very young her mother died in an orc seige so was raised by her father and older brother, when her father was off doing his Rangerly duties (not quite sure what to call them ) her brother taught her sword play and how to shoot and such things. When her father was killed in battle she was devistated. Her brother took her father's place when she was 16. When she turned 18 she left home to find him and came across a band of Rangers and became a Ranger herself. She is still trying to find her brother as they wander.

Name. Kon

Age. 32 when he had been alive over four thousand years ago.

Height. 6.2

Weight 220 lbs

Appearance. Dark skinned. Shoulder length black hair. Mithril amour covering his chest, fore arms and lower legs. Blue eyes speckled with a hint of grey. He wares a long red cloak over his shoulders that has a black inner liner that can reversed when traveling in concealment and at night. Sturdy but finely crafted belt at his waist holds various items
That he might need to survive in the wild. a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs.

Weapons. Elvin long sword with a jewel and gold gilded hilt. Kings shield is carved into the black scabbard that can be placed at his hip or middle back. Ash quarter staff used as a weapon or walking device. Has a long dirk sheathed on his belt.

Abilities . Although Kon is muscular, some have compares his agility and way of moving to that of a panther. Despite his brutish appearance, Kon uses his brain as well as his brawn. Kon is a talented fighter, but due to his travels abroad, he also has vast experience in other trades, especially the thiefly one; he is also a talented commander, tactician and strategist, as well as a born leader. In addition, Kon speaks many languages, including advanced reading and writing

Back ground history.

He was born to a poor family in the untamed wilds of middle earth were he believed he would be a farmer like his father before him.

After his family was attacked and murdered. He was sold into slavery were he learned fine weapons training and survival tactics.

After a revolt that he had lead, he finely achieved freedom at the age of 21. He organized the slaves into a fine gorilla force were he lead them into the first kingdom of men by sword and courage. Were he was inducted into the wizards council for education and guidance.

After a time of small conflicts and miner skirmishes Kon carved out the very first kingdom of men were he introduced laws with the help of the wizards of old. He began trade with the Elvin nations and the dwarf kingdoms were he had gained alliances for the good of the goodly races.

At the age of 30 he had married and Elvin princess named Enya sun star. They fell in love as soon as they meet and was quickly married after. Two months later Kon was crowned king of men by the wizard’s council with over whelming support.

But with every good turn that had befallen Kon he had fallen in battle only one year later when he was called to help by the dwarf nation to fend off an uprising of Orc hords . He was struck down by a wizards spell placing him in a coma like state.

For the courage he had shown the dwarf people at the end of the battle he was placed to rest in the lower chambers of Moria along side old dwarf kings with the hope of one day that the spell would be broken. But after time past he was forgotten and lost during the rise and fall of men were he awoke to find his world had change and every one who was alive that he knew was now gone and that he didn’t know if there was still a place for him among the new world of men.

[blackthorn]

Ok so is this an open Rp or is there a hidden story line?
Both ways are good just wanted to know.

[Celebria]

It's pretty open in the sense that my storyline is not really planned out. The history of my character states the current storyline. Celebria is on a quest to find her missing parents who have traveled to the north. She thinks something may have happened to them. I guess I'd like the story to include Rohan because Celebria spent time living there. Naturally, she would meet new people and travel through many lands, have adventures if you will. So that's it for specific plans. Open to ideas. Thanks for asking!

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Hey Celebria, good to see you started up something here!

I wouldn't mind joining. I was curious though, about how I could enter. Just an idea, but if you could somehow make it to Osgiliath, where one of my characters (who you mentioned in the beginning of your first post) has gone, you could be just in time to save him from a pretty grizzly fate.

Just an idea, let me know what you think.

~Quill

[Celebria]

Hey, Quill! Thanks for the idea! I'm going to come up with something and do it. See you in Osgiliath!

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Thanks Celebria, you char will probably see my char and another of my chars fighting somewhere in an obscure place, just so they don't attract attention.

I'll go ahead and start writing something for before your char shoes up.

~Quill

[Sith~Happens1292]

This sounds like an interesting RP. Mind if I join?

[Celebria]

Hi, Sith! May I call you Sith? Absolutely. This story is new and we're really open to ideas. I've tried to set the general stage and introduce my character. Welcome!

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Hey I got my post up, hope it works. I gave Luke a different initial destination so the times of their arrival in Osgiliath would make sense. Anybody can hopefully help Luke out. Just don't kill the assassin. He is another of my chars, and I'd like to use him on the board again at some point

~Quill

P.S. I'll post my bio soon, I just have to dig it up

[Celebria]

Hi! Great post! Don't worry, I'll try to come up with something that spares your villain so he can come back to finish you off later!

[blackthorn]

can i play please

[Quimrill_Renctar]

So I posted something Sorry its not all that great, I'm really tired, a bunch of my family is in town so I'm doing that for the most part these days

Hope this works out and I didn't do anything bad with your char

Hey Sith, good to see you. looking forward to your entrance.

Oh, and I'll get the bio(s) up really soon, sorry its taking me so long.

~Quill

[Celebria]

Wow, Quill! I have no idea what you're talking about. I thought your post was very good. You write fight scenes way better than I do! I really liked the way you weaved Luke's point of view on the fight through what I'd already written from Celebria's. (Now THAT was not great! ) Anyway, I liked it. Thanks!

Hi, Blackthorn! Of course you can join if you want. What did you have in mind?

[Sith~Happens1292]

Hey Sith, good to see you. looking forward to your entrance.
~Quill

Well thank ya. I hope to post my bio soon. I'm not sure if it will be tommorrow or Friday, or maybe even Saturday, but I know I will have it up soon. As for the entrance, I will try to make it long and complicated-like...

§God Bless§
~sith~

[blackthorn]

Thanks. Well I am going to keep my character away from every one else for the moment.
Just to give a little back ground and some traveling experiences to him. Before he interacts with every one to begin with.

It’s good that you haven’t planned this to far ahead. It gives a lot of room for the story to grow and change suddenly with out to many complications.

But still thanks for the welcome and hope to have my first post up soon. The bio unfortunately will have to wait until if find more time to finish it.

I look forward to posting with every one.

[Celebria]

I really enjoyed your post, Blackthorn. So mysterious! I have no idea what's going to happen next.

[blackthorn]

Well it’s good you don’t know it makes it more fun that way.
Hope to get another one up soon but I will be gone for the weekend.

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Blakthorn, Heh, well I guess we may be heading North towards the Misty mountains before too long, so we might just meet up with you somewhere around there. Its going to probably take you a while to get up out of Moria anyway, unless you had other ideas. Great posts!

Celebria, if there's anything you don't like in my post just let me know and I'll edit. ^_^ Did you have anything in mind for the next day? I assume you are going to want to track down the man who knew your father. I'm sure I'll see before too long your posts are pretty stinking awsome as well


~Quill

[Celebria]

"Stinking awesome?" Qwill! I don't believe I've ever received such a nice compliment! Yes, Celebria will talk to her father's friend, so we'll see how that goes... I'm practicing being moderately vague so we have lots of options.

Have a good weekend, Blackthorn!

[Shadow_of_the_Past]

Ive been reading this RP and its really good! mind if I join?

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Hey Shadow, good to see you

Celebria, good post. Now I have to find a reason for Luke to tag along I'll come up with something, or maybe I'll just have him unknowingly dog your tracks for a while who knows. If you have any preferences, let me know.

~Quill

[Celebria]

Hi, Shadow! I think we have room for another adventurer. Tell us how you want to come in.

Quill, I realized later that I took a gamble. (Gosh, I'm so green at this!) I was trying to figure out how Celebria would handle the fact that she thinks Luke doesn't want the added responsibility of taking her on while also dealing with the discouragement of realizing there's nowhere else to go for information. Luke is way above "tagging along" so there's got to be a better solution. Watching her for a while is interesting. Or intercepting her at the gate or on the Pelennor is possible as well. Or Celebria can change her mind and try to find him. Since they're both going north... Are you terribly cross with me? I promise to work on my communication!

[Shadow_of_the_Past]

Thanks! heres my bio

Name:Alessia (Lessa for short)
Age: 25
Race: Human (half Dunedain)
Occupation: Traveller
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, Wavy, Red
Height: 5’6
Weapons: 2 Sabres (Brought from pirates in a pub in dol amroth) bow and throwing knives.
Appearance: Slim with tanned skin from years of wandering. A mix of clothing from different places. Usually a dark green tunic, brown embroidered wrap pants, an ochre coloured sash (around waist), soft leather boots and a green cloak and woollen cap when it’s cold.
Personality: Imaginative, creative, a dreamer, she relies on no one but herself and has a fear of commitment.
History: Her mother died giving birth to her and her father died when she was 18. Has wandered for the past 7 years not staying in one place for long.

Ill jump in when theres a chance. Thanks again

oh and Celebria just because im curious... where do you live (what country?)

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Tired... must sleep...

Well I posted a way too long post. But I did have a ton of ground to cover.

Cel, (Mind if I call you Cel?) I went ahead and disposed of Luke's other respinsibility, just because I thought it would really make things way too complicated in general, and very tough to work out realistically. Serine is a very good assassin, but even and mediocre one could polish off one or two travelers with a bow under the cover of darkness in a dense woods somewhere. So that really wouldn't have worked well anyway.

You right, Luke is above tagging along, to a certain extent. He sees potentially going with Celebria as something more as a purpose for an otherwise fairly directionless life at the moment, and since he realizes what she's up again he can't in good conscience, now that he has nothing else that must occupy his time, just let her walk off and potentialy (in his mind) get slaughtered. Besides, for reasons I shall hopefully reveal later, as more of Luke's history comes to light, he really is headed in the same vague direction anyway.

I'm going to leave the final descision up to you however Sorry again for the length... *hands hurt*

Hey Shadow, I like the char, can't wait to see your entrance. ^_^

~Quill

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Here it is, my long belated bio, sorry it took so long.

Name: Luke Pequen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 32

Appearance: Rugged is a term that describes him in general fairly well. He travels almost continually these days so it is not often he can come his black shoulder length hair and wash his face. His clothing shows little the strain of travel and he does keep them in very good shape while his cloak and leather vest take the brunt of the elements. His face is lean and sharp, with strong cheekbones and kind blue eyes, though there are deep stress lines about his mouth and eyes. He posses what some might call a bit of a raptors gaze, though he denies it except when it suits him. Roughly 6’2” once again travel and the elements have chiseled away most of the fat on him, leaving him lanky and toned.

Personality: Kindly and seemingly friendly. He laughs a lot and knows many, many songs. He loves a good drink with friends and hunting. He is very patient, to a fault even. He never shows much sadness or visible rage. He is normally a picture calm.

Clothing: Dark brown pants, and equally dark green tunic. Black leather riding boots with lumps of iron in the toes adorn his feet. Leather gauntlets, belt, and vest cover the rest of him for the most part. A thick wool cloak, deep gray in hue, acts as instant tent, provides warmth, and does a good bit of camouflage in a pinch. His hair is tide back with a leather thong.

Weapons. Two curved swords hung at his waist (He’s gotten pretty adept at not tripping over them). A bow and quiver usually hung on his saddle. Also a blade heavy hunting knife at the back of his belt.

Skills: He is ambidextrous which has helped him master his dual swords to an elevated degree. He is very good with a bow, and can handle a staff.

Mount: Black roan horse named Ged.

History (The massively shortened version ): Born to an Eored Cheiften in Rohan. He learned the swords, and then moved on to dual swords when it was discovered he was ambidextrous. He left at age sixteen to prove himself worthy to be the next chief, but was nearly killed on the slopes of Morodor. He was found by an elf and nursed back to health. He traveled with her for three years, to (as he thought was necessary) pay her back for saving his life. She finally left him at Rivendel. He married not long after and moved to the outskirts of Mirkwood where he took to teaching the sword and bow. He had two beautiful daughters and a small son. One day his home was attacked and his family and students slaughtered by Orcs. He hunted them down and slew all the Orc who remained in a blind rage. After this fairly animalistic display of raw anger he became somewhat afraid of his own anger and sought to master it. He did not find his son among the dead and could only assume that somehow he escaped, though it seemed unlikely, as he was only two years of age at the time. This all occurred when he was twenty-five. Since then he has wandered aimlessly. He subdued his grief and moved on with his life, though he know wanders without allegiance or many friends outside Rivendel, seemingly aimless though always on the lookout for any clue to his lost sons whereabouts.



Ok there is my bio. I decided to axe Serine, so I wont post a bio for him There is a lot more to the history of Luke (he’s one of my older chars) but I’ll let those details come out as they will in the rp. Sorry, as far as bio go (especially) I’m long winded. I working on letting people get to know my chars more in my writing than in the bios.

~Quill

P.S. Now I'm really off to bed!

[Celebria]

Great character, Shadow! "Born...in the USA-A!" I'm in the United States - but not Alaska (Quill)

Quill, I really liked your post! I'm sorry I didn't discuss my last one with you first. It didn't seem at the time like a big change. I guess I have a lot of learn! Anyway, I'm running with it, although I feel bad if my screw up made you drop a storyline and character that you wanted to do. Serine can always show up later for whatever reason if you really want, maybe when our group is bigger and they'd have more of a shot against him. Again, super post!

P.S. Good! I'm glad I'm not the only long-winded one!

P.S.S. Yes, call me whatever you want...

[Quimrill_Renctar]

Cel, just to clarify. Its just fine. It is just fine to do whatever you want and I am actually quite glad to get rid of Serine in this rp. I really don't feel like playing two chars and Serine is always a little difficult to play anyway. So really no worries. Twists like that are just fine, the force people to respond as naturaly as possible, allowing char development and challenging writing skills. so really it was no problem what-so-ever. You are doing great

*goes off to read Cel's post*

~Quill

[Celebria]

OK, so that last one was really short. Just trying to balance out the longer ones. Y'know, kinda like literary feng shui. Actually, I had major writer's block. Anyway, Shadow, do you know how you want to come in? If you do, great, go ahead anytime. If not, maybe we could meet your character in, say, the Grey Wood or Druadan, someplace mysterious like that... Also, do we want an uneventful trip in the beginning or take our time about heading north? Don't be shy, y'all!

[Sith~Happens1292]

Double-post... move along me harties... *ooh, wrong RP* lol... keep movin...

§God Bless§
~sith~

[Sith~Happens1292]

Finally, here is my bio. Sorry it's late.

Name: Iyllellowayth
Nickname(s): Nyx (“night”), Achlys (“mist”, “darkness”)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown

Appearance

Hair: Long, flowing, silvery-white; black streaks; almost always in a high ponytail; short bangs normally fall from ponytail

Eyes: Black with red rim; almond shaped somewhat large but alluring

Build: strong from living on her own. i.e. – strong arms, flat stomach, strong running legs, etc.

Skin: tanned; somewhat dirty; soft

Clothing: see pictures (varies); skin-tight pants under skirt; knee-high skin tight boots; skinny chain hold top to a black choker and top to bottoms (pants/skirt)

Unusual Markings: Tribal tattoos (see pics): tattoos appear on left shoulder and left hand, and right cheek and right forearm, around belly button, and small of back

Personality: Optimistic but cunning and sly. She acts seductive and flirtatious around the men she finds attractive. Will fight for what she believes in. Humorous at times, very serious at others. Loves to fight (with swords, spears, etc.)Likes to sing, but not in front of others.

Weapon of Choice: Spear with unique daggers tied securely (but detachable) at each end
Secondary Weapon: Long sword
Last Choice: Bow/Arrow

History: As a child, Nyx was raised on a small farm near Andrast (Ras Mortil). There, two loving parents raised her: mother Druinel and father Nesais. She was taught courage and respect, loyalty and trust, but also mere womanly skills in the home. By age 10, she was as a good a cleaner as any of the steward’s house cleaners. However, this was not her life. Several times, she attempted to run away, but was caught, and severely punished, by her uncle, the village leader. If one left the village, you were no longer welcome and were considered an outcast. She waited for that time to come.

Finally, she was able to escape successfully, taking only a mount, her favorite weapons, some money of her own, and some food. She fled southeast, first to Belfalas, then to Tolfalas. Neither was rough enough for her liking. She then ventured on to Harad, the land of the savages.

There she was welcomed. For many long years, she stayed with them, learning to fight with many weapons, and training to be in their army. However, one day, she requested she be chosen for some other jobs, one more aggressive and thrilling. They granted her this wish, and she became known as Nyx to them, one of their best assassins. She fought her way to the top, becoming the most feared fighter.

As more feared her, the more they hated her. They were through with her, and at age 20, they cast her out. She was no longer welcome there, either. With rage and hatred boiling inside her, she lived off the land, and lived among the animals. Her senses honed themselves as she trained everyday. Her horse, Melanctha (“black flower”), a jet-black horse with a fiery attitude, and a hawk, Telaria, are her only companions.

She now resides wherever she needs to, sometimes killing in order to do so.

Main Weakness: Love. Even though she is a tease, nothing is ever long term for her.

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I found really great representitives of Iyllellowayth, so here they are. Tell me what ya think, if ya wouldn't mind.

1. Iyllellowayth1

2. Iyllellowayth2

3. Iyllellowayth3

4. Iyllellowayth4

5. tattoos1

6. tattoos2
NOTE: 5/6 are tattoo pics ONLY. Not my character - only the tattoos.

They are all from Guild Wars, the game, but those are the closest I could find to a pic of my character.

Cel, if ya wouldn't mind, could you give me your email address? I need to ask ya a question, but I don't want ta ruin the surprise for everyone else.

§God Bless§
~sith~