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.