The True Quest of the Ithryn Luin (OOC)

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Postby Istariquendi » Sat May 10, 2003 3:32 pm

This is the tale of the true purpose of the Blue Wizards, those two Istari who passed away into the east and were never heard of again in Middle-earth. Many people say they had failed in the purpose the Valar had set upon the five Maiar who were sent there, yet they would be wrong. The Blue Wizards had a different mission than their peers. One much more difficult to achieve...<BR><BR>Want to know more? Join in and find out the Truth long lost...<BR><BR>I already have the first post ready and waiting. I'll post it when we've got some people along.
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Postby orliesmyhusband » Sun May 11, 2003 6:01 pm

I'm with you all the way my lovely flame headed friend! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> Especially since I'm the one that practically blackmailed you into doing this! <BR><BR>Oricon
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Postby Muccamukk » Mon May 12, 2003 9:11 am

What kinds of character are you looking for? Do you need any Haradrim?
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Mon May 12, 2003 11:45 am

Yeah! sounds interesting could I join? You need a good guy or bad? I can do both. I post my bio later when you give me an answer.<BR>thanx<BR>*Hryveriel*
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Mon May 12, 2003 12:00 pm

Ok I'm confused! -I know this is the OOC but- is the real story an RP or not? fill me in.
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Postby Istariquendi » Mon May 12, 2003 12:11 pm

I posted this first, ill post the story soon enough. It'll be an RP, dont worry!<BR><BR>Hey Oricon. Nice ot see ya here <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I have room for all kinds of characters. We can have good and bad, makes things interesting...
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Postby Muccamukk » Mon May 12, 2003 12:16 pm

I make up a new character for every story, so I sort of like to know what the plot's going to be before I start.
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Mon May 12, 2003 12:30 pm

ok thanx that cleared things up. sorry, but you gotta tell me, good or bad....i am sooooo bad at making choices.
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Postby Ithilien » Mon May 12, 2003 2:12 pm

<BR>Well, that's twice TORC eats my posts here, but I shall insist. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>I'd like to join, but I'll make a character after reading a bit more on the story, if you'll have me. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby orliesmyhusband » Mon May 12, 2003 7:16 pm

If its needed Istari I have 2 other characters we could possibly bring in. Both colorful characters in their own rights. Raavi a mercenary of Minas Morgul and sister to Raca, whos disappeared <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0> and Naira or "Child of Flame" basically she's the embodiment of the element fire and can harness and create flame. Neato huh? I should be Pyro from X Men <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Oricon
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Postby FireChild » Mon May 12, 2003 8:57 pm

oooo Child of Fire opps anyways I'd like to join if at all possible, I'll be evil, just cause I can, or semi-evil. I don't care.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Tue May 13, 2003 8:08 am

Sounds interesting (where have I heard that before) I think I would like to join if you would have me. I tend to favor the non magic mercenary look, though I do have and amature magician character about me some place.<BR><BR>Maybe I'll post a bio later and see what you think.
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Tue May 13, 2003 9:44 am

I have another question(sorry if im gettin' annoying). Is the RP gonna be in the pony, or is it gonna stay in Imladris(sp?)?
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Tue May 13, 2003 9:45 am

I have another question(sorry if im gettin' annoying). Is the RP gonna be in the pony, or is it gonna stay in Imladris(sp?)?
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Postby Istariquendi » Tue May 13, 2003 2:19 pm

Um, I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean with your question...<BR><BR>
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Postby Riencuran » Tue May 13, 2003 2:24 pm

Hey, could I join? I'll post my character bio later.<BR><BR>-Riencuran
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Postby Istariquendi » Tue May 13, 2003 3:29 pm

Sure, well, if everyone will post their bios, then I think I'll post the RP soon! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby Liadan » Tue May 13, 2003 4:32 pm

Merry Met Istari, it has been a long time, friendly Sage, since I have seen you about, though I myself have been absent from TORC (college stuff) and the last time we met I was not sporting my P.M. <BR>I find your RP eerily interesting to me, is there any more you can tell about it? <BR><BR><BR>Blessed Be!<BR>Liadan
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Postby orliesmyhusband » Tue May 13, 2003 5:16 pm

HEY LIADAN! I have missed you so dear! Hey FireChild! How Ironic!<BR><BR>Oricon
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Postby Riencuran » Tue May 13, 2003 5:21 pm

<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Thanks. Since the title of the RP contains Luin, I won't use that character. Here's the bio:<BR><BR>Name: Riencuran Elenath <BR>Other Names: Tuilinn, Simbelmynë <BR><BR>Race: Sindarin Elf<BR><BR>Gender: female<BR><BR>Age: 3,137 <BR><BR>Eyes: grayish-black, filled with hurt and bitterness towards all Elves<BR><BR>Hair: cut short, jet-black,<BR><BR>Appearance: tan skin, oval face, fierce, cold, <BR><BR>Clothing: forest green cloak, black tunic, dark green shirt, leggings, padded boots, <BR><BR>Height: 6'4''<BR><BR>Occupation: mercenary, thief, assassin, spy, <BR><BR>Personality: quiet, bitter, can be friendly,<BR><BR>Skills: archery, knife throwing, stealing, sword fighting, <BR><BR>Mount: black gelding named Rána (meaning: moon)<BR><BR>Weapons: a bow, long sword, wrist knives, boot knives, three small Daggers, small Elven blade, all made earlier by her brother Luin in the Second Age,<BR><BR>Signature Weapon: hiltless dagger in the shape of a crescent moon, given to her by her brother Luinithil before his death.<BR><BR>Family:<BR>Parents- Rien's father, Celebthoron died in the War of the Last Alliance. Her mother, Naurrîs, had left for the Havens after hearing the terrible news, leaving Rien alone in Imladris.<BR><BR>Siblings- Rien brother Luinithil supposedly died in the War of the Last Alliance, but actually lived, though Rien doesn't know this. Her sister Mithrenalph and Thel left for the Gray Havens with Naurrîs.<BR><BR>History: Before Luin 'died', Rien and he would travel all over, adventuring and seeking out new places. But then Luin went off to fight Sauron and was killed, leaving Rien in a state of shock, confusion, and temporary loss of memory. Unfortunately, during that memory loss, she ran away from her home in Rivendell, thinking that Luin might still be alive(which he was).<BR><BR>She traveled for weeks, riding her black horse Rána. Somehow she ended up near Minas Morgul where she was found by a group of mercenaries. Still without her memory, she was tricked into becoming a mercenary and getting a tattoo on her right arm, twin swords crossed over the black banner of Minas Morgul, the signature of that certain group, marking her permanently as a mercenary. <BR><BR>When she finally regained her memory, she tried to return to Rivendell but her plea to enter fell on deaf ears. Dejected, she rode back to Minas Morgul, the only place left to go, and continued her training, finishing it when she was nineteen in human years. <BR><BR>When she was twenty, she left Minas Morgul, and started wandering Middle-Earth, hiring herself out as an assassin and thief.<BR><BR>Was that ok?
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Postby Istariquendi » Wed May 14, 2003 4:12 pm

Ah, Liadan. Welcome back! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Sorry, not much I can tell you now, save that you will not expect the true mission of the Blue Wizards. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Nice character Riencuran, now, if I can get bios from other people, we can get this thing goin'!
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Postby Liadan » Wed May 14, 2003 5:17 pm

<BR>Name: Ankou, her Elvish name is Telpëlómëion but she rarely uses it. <BR><BR>Race: Numenorean/Ranger<BR><BR>Age: 35<BR><BR>Apperance: 5'11. Black hair, green eyes, pale skin with some freckles. Black tattoo of a moon and stars on her shoulder and a moon under her eye. Ankou is very quiant looking, timeless, many like Elrond when the look at her re reminded of Numenores grandeur and beauty.<BR><BR>Weapons: Long sword with Elvish designs named éag, death in Irish. A few hidden daggers here and there. A plain wooden staff however has a Moon and stars on the top edge, name is not known to any but her, she does not speak it.<BR><BR>Talents: Killing, using her sowrd and staff, and also playing a drum to call the spirits.<BR><BR>Animals: White horse named Spéirghealaí, Starlit in Irish.<BR><BR>Outfit: Blck pants, long black shirt, long black wool sweater and a long black cloak with a hood that is normally covering her face. <BR><BR>Personality: She is sarcasticly dark yet humble. Ankou has trouble trusting people, therefore she wanders by herself. She is very withdrawn and she has the stature and look of a great Numenorean Princess. <BR><BR>History: Her parents are unknown her and she knows little yet does not care so much to know mostly beacuse of hidden fears. She was brought up in Rivendell and is learned in Elven ways. When she was 21 she left Rivendell and began to wander Middle Earth, yet she would always find herself again in Imladris or in with the other Rangers in the North. She is melancholy because she does not understand her purpose. She also dreams of Atlante the sunken island of the Numenore and is greatly sadden by their destiny. She love the Night, when she wanders she sleeps at day and travels at night. She greatly holds Elbereth in high regard, hence the moon and stars tattoo and which she got when she was 18.<BR><BR><BR>Blessed Be!<BR>Liadan<BR><BR><BR>Blessed Be!<BR>Liadan
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Postby orliesmyhusband » Wed May 14, 2003 5:50 pm

Date Posted: May/29/2002 7:35 AM<BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>NAME: Oricon Haloitënen <BR>HEIGHT:5"2'<BR><BR>WEAPONRY: Sword elvish longbow throwing daggers. <BR><BR>HAIR AND EYES: long golden brown hair and deep brown eyes.<BR><BR>PERSONALITY: Fun and loving but wicked in battle. Has many friends and allies but enimies are only of Mordor. Is quick to have an attitude with ones she dislikes or is unsure about. Her sarcasm has gotten her into trouble many times before. Growing up with three brothers she developed a fun loving attitude but when messed with she is like a cobra, ready to strike. The best way to describe her would be barbed wire and roses. <BR><BR>PAST: <BR>Daughter to Lothinaya of the Lady of the wood and Orlathion, General Orlathion Haloitenen of Mirkwood. Far in the past before Oricon's eldest brother was born unto her parents her father was journying with some troops, being in charge he would wander about the camps, checking on the soldiers conditions and mending them when the need arose. One day he was out riding, scouting for the woods of Lothlorien, perhaps they would provide his weary troops with shelter and food. <BR><BR>Once inside the blessed realm he looked about in awe, his race having never seen the light of Telperion and Laurelin, and all about him the eyes of the natives held it in respects. But his weary eyes fell on one so beautiful that even the light of the Silmarills could not compare, she was sitting on a large tree root, of a towering mallorn. Her flaxen hair and blue eyes showing her pure Noldorien roots. He strode up to her, the Light of Valinor glowing more bright in her eyes than others. <BR><BR>In the first coming of the Noldor they taught the Moriquendi their tongue and he spoke to her almost fluently in Quenya, though Sindarin was his native tongue. " Such beauty shows within your face, pray tell your name!" he said reaching out and taking her extended hand in awe and kissing it gently. "Lothinaya Calaquendi, Beauty of the elves of the light." After that Orlathion strode right to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, asking for Lothinaya's hand in marriage. They accepted but Orlathion had to leave to fight in the Last Alliance. <BR><BR>And so Lothinaya waited, until his return. The Last Alliance had been won and Orlathion and his now fewer troops took Lothinaya back to the secretive forest of Mirkwood in the north. There they were given a proper marraige and there were born to her her first son. Berluil she called him. Then came two others sons unto the Haloitenen name and then came Oricon. Oricon mirrored her mother in her beauty, though her hair was golden brown and her eyes like that of a newborn fawns. But though she grew up predominantly in Mirkwood with a woodelf father the light of the Trees of Valinor shone in her eyes, they burned so brightly as they were only equaled by that other mother and the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien. <BR><BR>Oricon and her mother both loved music, everytime they would visit her mothers homeland there would be much merrymaking and joyful music. Oricon marveled at their fair voices, the echos of their sorrowful tones resounding in the forest. Often times the songs were sung for mere background noise, and Oricon would love to go watch them, beautiful flaxen haired elves standing erect and tall their eyes bittersweet and their voices ethereal. The only instrument she could recall was something that sounded a bit like a citar, bringing the sounds of strings to the unearthly choir. <BR><BR>She would run to her mother, begging her to teach her to sing and play such as the lovely elves of Lorien did. So her mother agreed and gave her a harp, custom made for her of the finest beech in Mirkwood. An elven woman with long flowing locks of hair and a long dress stood facing the strings. And so she practiced and sang, soon her mother would join her, playing a flute and adding a celtic air to the music of the high elves. Oricon soon became an established harpest and singer of Mirkwood, partaking in playing music at all kinds of events. But never save a few times was she lucky enough to witness a lament. The sound of the sorrowful song itself were enough to bring tears to anyones eyes, wether elf or not. She would listen in awe as they sang praises to the one who died, having either been slain in battle or died of sorrow the song was often filled with high credits and loving farewells. <BR><BR>Often times they traveled to Lorien to visit her mothers folk , therefore Oricon and her brothers became bilingual in Quenya and Sindarin, but Oricon, finding love and warmth in the light of the trees of Valinor, adopted Quenya as her first language. She visited there often, Galadriel and Thrandiul often sending with her kindly messages between the races of elves. Sometimes concerning deeper issues than mere chat. Then Oricon was accepted on Thranduil's council and her visits to her mothers homeland became less frequent. Now she journeyed beyond the protection of the elves, straying often through Dunland and over mountains even to the reachs of far away lands. <BR><BR>She returns home every few weeks, or in between endeavours. <BR><BR>SKILLS: Weaponry healing,but only with the power of herbs and potions, very in tune with nature and more so with animals. <BR><BR>MISC: Has several horses, but her main one is a large stallion with a shiny grey color named Fayciel, offspring of Thranduils mighty steeds.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Wed May 14, 2003 10:09 pm

Name: Luke<BR>Race: human<BR>Sex: Male<BR>Age: 32<BR>Height: 6’2”<BR><BR>Appearance: Tall and lean with brown black hair and sharp blue eyes. He is handsome in face with strong cheekbones, though deep stress lines mark around his mouth and eyes. His hair comes down almost to his eyes and is tide in a short tail behind. He is well muscled and walks with a confident grace. He wares a black leather armor vest and a dark green tunic beneath it. His trousers are dark brown and his cloak is black also. He also has a black leather belt that crosses his chest and boots.<BR><BR>Personality: Kindly and seemingly friendly. He laughs a lot and knows many, many songs. He loves a good drink with friends and hunting. At least that is his lighter side, the one he shows decent people. His darker side is his bighting tongue and uncaring manner. He is very patient, to a fault even, but if you push enough buttons hard enough, long enough he will turn his dark side on you. He also has a healthy distrust for adult Elves that he keeps hidden, though he loves children. He was left emotionally scared after the death of his wife and never shows much sadness or visible rage. He is normally a picture calm.<BR><BR>Skills: Stealth, swordsmanship, the bow and staff. He also is and excellent horseman and has a fair amount of luck at dice.<BR><BR>Misc: Ambidextrous, has a ragged scar on his left side just above is second rib.<BR><BR>Weapons/equipment: Carries two curved short swords and quiver full of grey fletched arrows across his back. Over his shoulder he carries a yew longbow and in his hand is his walking staff. A short dagger resides in his boots and a hunting knife rests at the back of his belt. <BR><BR>His saddle bags contain extra bow strings, feathers for fletching, various foodstuffs, and a skillet. In his belt pouches he carries flint, an extra bow string, and a sizable amount of gold. Also usually carried with him is his lute.<BR><BR>Transportation: black roan stallion called Geb<BR><BR>History: Luke was born to the clan chief of one of the many nomadic tribes in Rohan. From a young age he learned horsemanship and the blade. Luke lived with the clan for sixteen years before pronouncing his intent to leave and seek adventure on the foothills of the Dark Mountains. His father gave him a black roan as a gift and the weapons master gave him his swords and dagger. Three months, two weeks, four days, seven hours, thirty-five minutes, and twelve seconds later he was lying face down in a ditch with an arrow in his side. <BR><BR>An elf maiden came upon him at that point and put him back on his horse and brought him out of the foothills, bandaged him, and nursed him back to health. Still being young and nursing a bad case of damaged ego he offered his services to the elf. She wisely accepted his offer as it was likely he would simply charge back into the wilds and get himself all the way killed this time.<BR><BR>Luke traveled with the elf; whose name he discovered was Katherine, for five years. He learned Elfish from her and picked up the long bow. They traveled far and wide together, Luke gaining skill with his blades and the bow. Often they would travel to Rivendel and there Luke had the opportunity to meet Elrond. <BR><BR>She told him finally to go one day while they visited Rivendel and left him behind there with her blessing. He lived in Rivendel for two more years gathering knowledge of Elfish lore and song. <BR><BR>He met a young woman there named Alexis and over the course of his time there he managed to win her affection and they were married. They moved off to the southern fringes of Mirkwood where he built a cottage and settled down with his wife.<BR><BR>He continued to practice with the sword, gaining skill. He would often take in the odd traveler and some would stay on to learn from him. For seven years he lived on the southern fringe of Mirkwood. In that time he established a school of the sword and bow. His wife had two beautiful daughters and a small son. <BR><BR>Three years after settling there an old man happened upon his school and offered to teach the staff there as well. Luke gratefully accepted. Luke and the man, whose name was Trag, became fast friends and Trag lived with Luke and his wife in their cottage and taught alongside Luke in the school.<BR><BR>It all ended one fateful day when Luke came back from hunting in the wood to find his cottage and school in flames and livestock slaughtered and torn apart. He rushed to his house and found Trag nailed to the floor inside the burning house, pincushioned with black feathered arrows. Out in the yard were staked the heads of half a dozen of the students that had currently been training with him. Among the stakes were littered the corpses of almost thirty orc; as many cut down by grey fletched arrows as by sword slashes. Filled with uncharacteristic rage he pursued the remaining orc and found the group, of about fifteen, about two hours march from his house.<BR><BR>From his vantage point on a slight rise above their camp he could see the forms of his wife and two daughters were they lay limply in a small pile near a newly built fire. Two headless corpses already turned on crude spits as the orcs prepared their victory feast of man flesh. Luke cut the celebration short however when he came howling into their midst.<BR><BR>They went down like wheat before his powerful sithes and he did not stop swinging until nothing moved. He collapsed near the bodies of his family and cried his despair for hours before he finally collected himself and set about burying his loved ones and the students that had been slaughtered and drug along. He found himself on his knees flooding the ground with tears twice more before he could finish the task and four more on the long hike back to his ruined school. <BR><BR>When he arrived back, he set about burying those left behind and left the orcs to rot. He gained some joy over the fact that he had not been able to find his six year old son among the dead at either place and as soon as he had finished the grizzly task of burying the dead he set out to find his son.<BR><BR>He found Geb, his horse in the woods not far from his house and searched the wood. A year found him back in Rivendel healing his broken heart. He finally left, still saddened but with the assurance that life would go on and one day he would see his wife and children again and with the hope that his son remains alive somewhere out there.<BR><BR>(Dang, I'm sorry if this is too long, I got carried away. 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Postby FireChild » Wed May 14, 2003 10:44 pm

I’m not really good at bios <BR><BR>Name: Ilsanie Calmcacil<BR>Race: human (ranger)<BR>Age: 27<BR>Gender: female<BR><BR>Appearance: tall for her age 6'1", straight coal black hair with white tips (for unknown reasons) reaching halfway down her back, illusive green eyes that cut through anything in their gaze. A strong, weathered face and long graceful fingers. A green/gray tunic and hunting pants fits her attire most of the time. A black string around her neck with a silver pendent, bearing the mark of Rohan. A black flame tattooed on her right wrist gave her the name Fire Child. She brandishes no sword (though she is skilled in using one), only throwing daggers hidden here and there. <BR><BR>Personality: Her fondness for society died when she lost her loved one. Now she forever bares a angry expression as if warding off the rest of the world to leave her to her thoughts. Though inside she’s screaming to tell someone, her fear of herself is greater than the fear of the world. She finds the only happiness in solitude, where she can think clearly. She's rather kind, though doesn't show it readily to anyone. Her trust runs thin, she’s neither friend nor foe. <BR><BR>History: Ilsanie was born in Rohan and is the daughter of a great Lord. She was considered normal till seven years into her short life she was able to burn things with her mind. This gift drove fear into the land, she disowned herself from her family before they disowned her. Up till then she was the kind of girl who lived in books and only watched the swordsmen. Her wants to be a free sprit gave her the audacity to run away at age nine from the city she lived in away from the pain of her family. Ilsanie kept the fire a secret to herself for fear of being shunned from life once more. <BR>Running into a band of thieves she was near murdered for the mark of Rohan she bore around her neck, she was tortured and left to die at the tender age she was. When by chance a old wizard came across her hours before her death. <BR><i>Coming across the girl, he would have thought her dead if she did not move ever so slightly to show me. The grass was stained with her blood and black locks of her hair laid about her. The several wounds she bore would have killed any decent warrior. But my chance he came by her and healed her.</i> <BR>She mistakenly showed her ability with fire and the wizard was in awe. He tattooed the mark on her wrist and taught her the art of swords play when she reached 19 she left on her own.<BR>As a foolish young child would she fell in love with someone. She gave her heart to him and they lived happily, she bore the first child a daughter, a daughter she held as her pride and joy. They settled in the tips of Rohan.<BR>Days went well till a band of orcs, came upon the house and held back Ilsanie while they murdered the man she loved. Forced to watch him take his last breath, then as if it couldn't get any worse, they murdered her daughter before her eyes. That's when all hope left her and her faint cries died on her lips. <BR>She was about to be killed when she pulled the depths of hate from her soul and killed every single orc with-in reach. Left with nothing she wept on her knees for days, all happiness died in the ashes of the cabin she once lived in. All love left her at the graves of her family, all need for socialism died with the people she loved.<BR>Remembering she cried the first time in her life and vowed on their graves, with her blood, she’d never love again. It's been three years since and she still finds life hopeless, with no where to be or no sides to fight for her soul was corrupted.<BR><BR>I hope this is ok, I don't care if I'm friend or foe and I hope my writing is ok for this story as well it sound fun and interesting. <BR>
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Thu May 15, 2003 7:17 am

ok sorry about all the questions. but what year and age are we in. I’m gonna be BAD!!! 'cause of all you goodie goods! Is magic ok? if not I’ll take it out....<BR><BR><BR><BR>Name: Moreriel, also called Lady of the Snakes<BR>Age: 271<BR>Race: Men<BR>Side: evil<BR>Occupation: The colonel of Sauron’s Army and apprentice of The Mouth of Sauron. <BR>Personality: Mean, sly, very smart, cocky, Insulting, cheating, unfair, cruel, wicked.<BR>Looks: Very beautiful, tall, slender, uses her looks to lure men into her traps.<BR>Gender: Female<BR>Height: 6’ 0’<BR>Weight: 120<BR>Eyes: Red<BR>Hair: Black, long, to lower back.<BR>Abilities: Reads minds, fireballs, calls on snakes when in need, mind control, invisibility, and is very good at making snake traps (pits filled with huge man eating snakes), and master in the art of torture.<BR><BR>History: Born in gondor. Kidnapped by Orcs in the year 3175 S.A., the year of the Numorian Civil war. Raised by the mouth of sauron. TMOS being evil wanted an equally evil heir. So he taught her the black arts and the arts of torture. As the years past she became a very skilled sorceress. Her first spell was a mistake. She tried to call upon Shelob, but instead call up a huge snake. Thus, Lady of the Snakes. Her second spell was the spell of preservation. This keeps you young, but not without a price, you are eternally evil. Being second only to sauron in the art of torture, she got the "privilege" of torturing the creature gollum. She learned many things from him, some things she reported, and others she kept to herself. And from here you must wait......<BR><BR>Transportation: horse: Morbane: black, red eyes, 17 hh, born in Mordor, very evil.<BR>Weapons: her powers, sword w/snake running up blade, snake venom darts.
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Postby Thorongíl_Telecontar » Thu May 15, 2003 8:33 am

Can i join in? Also, is there an IC thread yet?<BR><BR>I guess this char would do ok...<BR><BR>Name: Ereinion<BR>Race: Elvish<BR>Age: 102<BR>Height: 5ft 11"<BR>Weight: N/A<BR>Weapons: a sword, a bow & quiver, two daggers<BR>Other: refuses to wear chain-mail<BR><BR><BR>Background; second son of gilgalad, elven king of Lindon. Ereinion fought alongside his father in the last alliance, but was taken by the haradrim, when they attacked upon the flank. He was sold into slavery, but escaped and made his way back to lindon to find everything gone. Took up residence in Mithlond.
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Postby Istariquendi » Thu May 15, 2003 12:14 pm

Alright, nice characters people. Of course, this is in the early years of the Third Age, before the other Istari besides the Blue Wizards arrived, and before Sauron assumed his role as the Necromancer in Mirkwood.<BR><BR>Welcome Thorongil, of course you are welcome! <BR><BR>I'm going to post the RP now, hope to see ya all there! (PS it's going to start in the Grey Havens, so you need to get your character there soon enough. I'm sorry if the first post doesn't explain much, you'll have to be patient with me.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>All evil characters should try to find their way there as well, detecting some sort of "presence" of the Blue Wizards, though not knowing exactly what it is. Just try to get your character there, at least be aware of something going on.
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Postby Ithilien » Thu May 15, 2003 12:45 pm

Name: Aithne<BR><BR>Race: Half-elven<BR><BR>Age: around 500<BR><BR>Appearance and Personality: Stands 6'2". Long auburn hair, that she wears on a plait or loose about her face. Dark blue eyes that appear as black most of the time. <BR>Usually wears blue and black clothing that changes according to the style of the place she's in.<BR>Naturally graceful, fair of face and body, due to her Elvish blood, but her expression is sometimes grim for at all times, she feels her mortal bondage to the earth and the immortal longing for the Sea.<BR><BR>Weapons: An adorned longbow (belonged to her father) that she carries at her back with the arrows, when traveling; and a curved dagger, gift of her mother.<BR><BR>Background bio: Her birth took place under unusual circumstances, since she's the daughter of an Elf and a mortal woman. Her father, Aldior, was one of the Sindar, who found rest in no realm and wandered across Middle-earth. There was a time when his wanderings took him far East and well into the lands of Rhûn, where he met Mahidin, a young woman daughter of a tribe leader of the Easterlings. They became lovers in secret and he stayed there for almost 20 years, until he became restless again and with a heavy heart, said goodbye to Mahidin and left Westward, not knowing that along with Mahidin, he was leaving behind their unborn child.<BR>By the time the baby was born, Mahidin was no longer a young woman and shebarely survived the birth. She named her child, Aithne, Fire of the Stars and took good care of her for the next 15 years. Aithne's mother died of old age and she was left alone, for none in her family was willing to take care of the illegitimate child, so soon she was forced to leave her birthplace. <BR>However, Mahidin had told her who her father was and where she could find him, and Aithne left Rhûn, to seek her father on the Elven Realms.<BR>Traveling with nothing more than her horse and her mother's dagger, Aithne finally came to the Grey Havens where she was given news of her father. Aldior had left the shores of Middle-earth, leaving behind nothing, but his great bow, which was now entrusted to her, by Cirdan. The old and wise Elf also said to her, <i>Your father and mother broke a rule with their love. A rule that only a few were or shall be allowed to break. Our races share diferent Fates and they cannot be mingled. A choice has been laid before you, but it is not yet time for oyu to take it.</i> He had said no more to her, but allowed the girl to live at the Havens, within sight of the Sea, and there she grew beautiful, but sad. For many years she dwelled there, watching Elves set sail to the West and she also saw the arrival of strange folk. <BR>((However, she still wondered about her Fate and when again questioned Cirdan, he just said <i>Look for Alatar, far East.</i> Thus, Aithne knew it was time to return to Rhûn.)) <--(I'll make this happen on the story, so it will fit the first post.)<BR><BR><BR><BR>Well, hope that's alright.<BR>And, btw... I just saw what you posted while I was writing, Istariquendi and I'm glad I'm in the Havens already! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Thorongíl_Telecontar » Thu May 15, 2003 12:59 pm

yay! it starts in mithlond! i don't even have to explain my presence in some bar or another! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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