OOC: Retribution

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Postby Ráca » Sun Aug 24, 2003 5:46 am

Hey! This RP is set three decades before the War of the Ring, and is set principally in Gondor.<BR><BR>Background:<BR><BR>Twenty years ago, a Gondor dignitary had recently returned from a diplomacy mission to Rohan when he passed a Village on the border of his homeland that had recently been attacked by a party of Orcs. It had been razed nearly to the ground, and any were injured. But the dignitary in question did not have time for their plight - Orc attacks were becoming more common, and he was desperately trying to keep up ties with Rohan, which were failing rapidly. He appeased them by telling them he would go for help, and promptly forgot about them.<BR><BR>Ten years later, this same dignitary is attending a ball in a hall within the city of Gondor - unknown to him, those survivors of the village (of whom there were few, thanks to his actions) have hired their revenge, waiting that long to scrape the money needed together.<BR><BR>The assassin they have hired (who may be played by someone else in the RP - it's up to you <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> ) is the bitter rival of Kaia Arthelion, another mercenary currently abiding in the city. She is beaten to the contract killing by this other mercenary with whom she has a history (which, if someone decides to play him/her, we'll have to discuss <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0>), and consequently decides to offer her services to the noble in danger.<BR><BR>She has been sneaked into this high-society ball by another noble, who owed her a favour (she had saved his life when he was mugged two years ago, and saw him safely into the city - he forgot about it, but she didn't).<BR><BR>When this RP starts, the Ball is just beginning. Kaia doesn't know this Noble by sight, and so searches for him by name.<BR><BR>PREPARATION: This RP will move on a little later in the ball: The noble, after refusing her help, will be consequently assassinated - and Kaia charged with bringing down his murderer, which she accepts. What happens after that is naturally up to the others in the RP, so I'll just let it flow!<BR><BR>If anyone wishes to join, please post your Bio here before going on into the IC thread.<BR><BR>Name: Kaia Arthelion<BR><BR>Race: Mortal, Gondorian. Is part-Elven (her grandmother [she thinks] was one of the Sindar, residing in Imladris)<BR><BR>Age: 26<BR><BR>Occupation: Mercenary, Armoured escort... generally a hired blade.<BR><BR>Appearance: Her looks are a throwback from her grandmother, and many mistake her for being one of the Eldar - the only thing lacking is the sense of dignity many Elves have.<BR><BR>She has loose red ringlets, running to mid-way down her back (if they're ever seen - she prefers to keep their distinctive colouring out of sight, and out of the way). Her eyes are slate-grey and rarely give anything unwanted away. Her build is slender rather than curvy, and is roughly 5'8" tall.<BR><BR>Personality: Kaia is a rogue, perfectly willing to lie and decieve her way through life. She is an expert at deceit, and is quick-witted enough to see when it will benefit her venture in the end. She can be very cheeky, and can give highly untrue impressions of herself when the situation calls for it.<BR><BR>She is very aware of her abilities, and is far more effective for knowing her limits. Despite her deftness at lying, she has a (generally) good soul, and means well in most situations. She very, very rarely kills to achieve an income, preferring instead to steal and guard in order to earn money and support herself. <BR><BR>Weapons: Kaia favours throwing blades and daggers, being deft with her hands and agile, following her instincts probably more than she should. She lets people she meets assume she knows nothing of weaponry, tending to prove them very, very wrong when the situation arises. <BR><BR>I'll toddle off and write the IC thread - feel free to join in!
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Postby Angharad_Kang » Sun Aug 24, 2003 11:09 am

hey hun, <BR><BR>God I don't know what to do now, I think I'll wait to talk to you online cause I'm confused.<BR><BR>but it sounds great!!<BR><BR>*~Angharad~*
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Postby Klonkku » Sun Aug 24, 2003 11:31 am

I just might participate in this. Given that I haven't RP'd in a long time, I need some time to prepare.<BR><BR>This is not a promise, though. Yet, the premise sounds very interesting; so if I have the time, I will jump into the mix <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby darkoasis___76_ » Sun Aug 24, 2003 2:08 pm

sounds good<BR> I'm interrested ing playing the other assassin does it matter who he or she is. backgound (besides being Kaia"s rival), skills, magic user anything ???
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Postby Riencuran » Sun Aug 24, 2003 2:43 pm

May I join? Bio later.<BR><BR>Ri
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Postby Tanith » Sun Aug 24, 2003 8:45 pm

Raca, read through your IC post, and you immediately had my attention.<BR><BR>I haven't RP'd in a while and was looking for one to start up again, and seems I've stumbled across the perfect candidate <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I have a female character I'd like to play...however her name is also 'Kaia', which could present some problems.<BR>So I'll rename her under my login name, Tanith, for the purposes of this thread?<BR>Bio to be posted soon. Tanith will most likely be an assassin of some type, or a spy - perhaps she could have been hired by the ORIGINAL assassin to spy on Kaia? Hmmm....<BR><BR>Hope more people join!<BR><BR>Tan.
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Postby Tanith » Sun Aug 24, 2003 9:14 pm

Done! Bio. I'll await your reply before posting in the IC thread.<BR><BR><b>Name:</b> Tanith<BR><b>Race:</b> Human, suspected trace of elvish bloodlines<BR><b>Age:</b> 20 years<BR><b>Appearance:</b> Tanith is tall (5"9), lean muscled and athletic in stature. Her hair is thick and predominantly a dark aspen-brown laced throughout with lighter hues. Generally pulled back in any manner that will not hinder her. She has tan skin, contrasting with eyes of a fire-light bronze. She is most commonly clothed in a flexible, light-weight shift that allows for flexibility of movement.<BR><b>Markings:</b> An intricate elvish design is tattooed in the centre of her lower back, symbolic of 'freedom'.<BR><b>Possessions/Weapons:</b> At most – a series of light-weight throwing-knifes, and a small, blue-tinted blade concealed at her right thigh. She holds minimal weaponry and possessions, preferring to rely on her superior abilities rather than the unnecessary weight of material belongings.<BR><b>Skills:</b> Unmatched talent in stealth and physical agility, also displays skill with a short blade. Accutely nimble of both mind and body, she makes a delectable theif, and excels as a prime advocate in any occupation of the stealth-arts, be it filcher or assassin.<BR><b>Personality:</b> Tanith exudes a sense of the eternally untamable. Her unstable childhood after the disappearance of her assassin father and death of her mother has instilled in her a deep-seated independence and keen wariness of others. Although seldom allowing herself to entirely trust another, she is an unmatched judge of character and is often inherently difficult to fool. Keeping her thoughts and emotions well guarded beneath a stony exterior, it takes a strong bond to know Tanith in her entirity.
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Postby Lanuviel » Mon Aug 25, 2003 6:12 am

Welcome all! (This is Ráca in disguise <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Glad to see you are all interested in my thread - feel free to post when you want!<BR><BR>darkoasis ---> You are perfectly welcome to play the other assassin - maybe there could be some history between Kaia and this other person, good or bad? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Tanith---> Kaia's a nice name, isn't it? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> Glad you liked my IC post, and your idea about your assassin spying for the assassin being chased by my assassin (woah - now I'm confused <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0>) is very good!<BR><BR>AK, Klonkku, Ri - welcome all, and I hope you all have the time (I KNOW you do, AK <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0>) to join!
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Postby Riencuran » Mon Aug 25, 2003 2:38 pm

Name: Riencuran Elenath <BR>Other Names: Tuilinn <BR><BR>Race: Sindarin Elf<BR>Gender: female<BR>Age: Undisclosed <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> (Some Elves thinks it's a bit...well, <i>personal</i>)<BR>Eyes: grayish-black, <BR>Hair: short, raven dark, <BR>Height: 6'4''<BR>Appearance: tan skin, oval face, fierce, a scar on her left cheek,<BR>Personality: quiet, bitter, cold manner, can be friendly once she knows she can trust someone,<BR><BR>Clothing: forest green cloak, black tunic, dark green shirt, loose pants, padded boots, <BR>Occupation: mercenary, thief, ex-assassin, <BR>Skills: archery, knife throwing, stealing, sword fighting, staff-fighting,<BR>Weapons: longsword, longbow, several knives that she made, <BR>Signature Weapon: hiltless dagger in the shape of a crescent moon, designed, made and given to her by her brother Luinithil before his “death”.<BR>Other Items: silver necklace with a pearl crescent moon on the chain and a silver crescent moon bracelet, both made and given to her by her bother Luin,<BR><BR>Mount: black gelding by the name of Rána, who can understand the common tongue, as well as Black Speech,<BR><BR><BR>I didn't think you need the family info or my extra extra long history. But if ya want it, just ask or you can see it stored in the Archives.<BR><BR>Ráca- Can I PLEASE play the other assassin? When we talked about the RP, I just really, really, really wanted to be the assassin so much. Please? Please? <i>Begs in front of Ráca and darkoasis, eyes wide and full of hope, of longing. </i>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Mon Aug 25, 2003 3:50 pm

If I may join I would love to. though I'll have to post my bio later today, I have to dash right now...<BR><BR>Somebody already got dibs on the other assasin huh? darn... oh well.
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Postby Riencuran » Mon Aug 25, 2003 3:56 pm

<i>Begging, pleading, imploring.</i> <BR><BR>Can you tell how much I want this? <i>Cries.</i> Darkoasis can I be the assassin instead of you? Please? Please? <i>Begs in front of darkoasis.</i>
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Postby Tanith » Mon Aug 25, 2003 6:46 pm

Thanks Raca!<BR>YOU are Lanuviel? Well that explains it! I was trying to choose between joining this RP or your other one! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> Very good writing.<BR><BR>Can I suggest that if Darkoasis and Ri both wanna be the assassin, either have them BOTH be it (which I suppose could be overkill slightly...) OR have them write you an 'audition' post? Something assassin-ish for your to peruse so you can make your decision. Just a suggestion.<BR><BR>Erm...another thought I had... a lot of our characters so far are seeming very similar...perhaps I should play my *male* character? He too is a theif, but not quite as 'dark' and tries to avoid murder where he can. Perhaps he could be the nobel's bodyguard? Spy?<BR>Just wondering...a male might make things a little...spicier <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Otherwise Tanith would be happy to play. What do you think? Your choice.<BR><BR>Tan.
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Postby ~Lady_of_Ithilien~ » Mon Aug 25, 2003 7:02 pm

Well I must say this has certainly caught my attention..... I may or may not use both twins in this Rp, its up to the rest of the RPers, I must say Arartiel has a nasy streak to her... very nasty indeed.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Characters Names: Alcarinquë<BR>Alliance: Good<BR><BR>Number two: Arartiel <BR>Alliance: Evil, very<BR>Aliases: Nightingale, Lady of Mourning, and Isil(moon)<BR>Spouse: Is widely known as the Shadow, as well as Melocar and is a sorcerer who will only reveal his true self to his wife. <BR><BR><BR>The youngest of the twain is known as Alcarinquë,or radient,in the language of her people. The date of her and her twin sisters birth is unknown due to the fact that they were found by travling elvish warriors on their way to join the last alliance agianst Sauron. Realising that they were of elvin descent the elven men were unsure of where to take them, for they knew the land on which they stood would soon become a battle ground. Deciding to take the matter into the hands of their king they brought the twins before the High King and his Herald. It was the herald Lord Elrond that decided the safe course would be to give them to Lady Galadriel. A rider was dispatched and the girls were taken into the protection of the Golden Lady who brought them up and trained their mental prowess. The younger of the twins Alcarinquë was given the name due to her ability to create joy and happiness to those around her, and radient smiles and joyful laughter was heard when she was near. Though for all of that her mind was no where near as able or powerful as her slightly older twin sister who seemed to have an uncanny ability to forsee the future as well as look into the past, any in her company could feel the gaze upon them and as such they tended not to join her as often, though when she was young the older twin, who was given the name Arartiel, "royal fortress," due to her nobal stature and the strength of her being seeming as a fortress into her heart that none could scale or penetrate. Galadriel tried for countless years to break the barrier but her plans and guidence seemed to have miss fired as they only increased Arartiel's firm resolution that none would know the true elfess. So it was as night and day with the twin's disposition, though outwardly they were identical in every way but one.... the slightest difference that was easily overlooked if one wished it to be,(this difference is left until later on ) <BR><BR>Years later, after the War was seemingly over and Sauron was destroyed Lord Celeborn and Lord Elrond along with their elves headed back to their respective homes, it was indeed a bittersweet victory as they all agreed and many had decided to return with Elrond to Imladris after resting a bit. The twin's though they had always had a very close bond had seemed to grow apart and it was decided one would leave with the Lord of Imladris, the other would remain with the Golden Lady and Celeborn. It was not hard for the adults to decided which would go where, and it was decided that Alcarinquë would leave for Imladris while Arartiel remained. This upset the twins greatly and many were tears and heartaches were shed and shared at their partings. And though they vowed to remain close and visit often, soon the visits were short and chopped, until the stopped all together, and letters were long gone. This greatly upset Arartiel who knew how to hold grudges (for she knew and remembered her parents murderers, the ones who had turned their backs on them and allowed death to take them.) Soon Arartiel was using her abilities to read the mind of her sister, a trick she had honed in on while she was young and being tutored by the Gold Lady, and though it tired her greatly to do it at a distance she leaned she was able to do a great many things with this power, including putting thoughts and actions into her sisters unwilling mind....her sister had always been weak indeed. <BR><BR>She began to have romantic feelings toward the Lord Celeborn as she grew into a stunning elf maiden and though he looked fondly at her from time to time he could never return feelings like those she had. And in time Galadriel found out and threw her from the land, stating it was for her own well being to grow and find her own way. This fuel ed her anger to the boiling point and she at last allowed her heart to turn to the evil shadows at last. Her sister back at Rivendell felt the change in her sister and grieved, for she had grown up in pure splendor and had been treated and accepted as a daughter of the Lord of the Land, even by his wife, Lady Celebrian. <BR><BR>Arartiel soon found her way to the forests and lived as an nomad for many years, growing stronger each year. After countless years on her own, she stumbled across a aocerer who had fell in love with the strength she displayed, as well as the powers he felt lie inside her, after showering her with vows and proclemations of love and devotion Arartiel bound herself to him in marriage, the socerer never would go by a single name to the outside world, only to his new love would he give his true name. Instead he was widely known as "The Shadow," although other names circulated throughout Middle Earth, none pleasant. Given full reign of her power and permission to use it as she see fit Arartiel became quite a foe to be reconed with. She in turn relinquished her elven name for one more befitting her station, the Lady of Mourning many called her, for she destroyed lovers and families alike, caring nothing for anyone. Her sister desperate to be reuunited with her twin in hopes that she could end the suffering and bring them together in peace and light again left Imladris strictly against the will of Lord Elrond, he was greatly concerned with the outcome of such a union..... it is here that Alcarinquë meets the wanderers and begins her journey. <BR><BR>Looks of them both: Tall and slender, creamy pale skin, though the older twin's skin is by far paler, now that she spends her days out of the sun and light loving only the darkness that surrounds her. They both have Rich deep auburn hair hinting at a Teleri decent on either parent's side. They both have bright green eyes and each carries a ring that is fasioned from mithril and carries on it a bright purple stone, the meaning of these rings are not as of yet known.
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Postby Riencuran » Mon Aug 25, 2003 7:10 pm

Nice bio Lady_of_Ithilien. I like it.<BR><BR>Tanith- Ok. I like that. Can we do that Ráca? <BR><BR>-A Hopeful and Puppy-Eyed Ri
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Mon Aug 25, 2003 11:15 pm

Name: Paul Pequen<BR>Sex: Male<BR>Race: Man<BR>Height: 7’6”<BR>Age: 48<BR>Eyes: grey<BR>Hair: shaved bare; would be black if he let it grow<BR>Occupation: Captain in the Army of Gondor<BR><BR>Appearance: A giant of a man and heavily muscled. Built like a brick house without an ounce of fat on him. Arms are “as thick as tree trunks”. The best way to describe him is Massive. He is shaved balled and a worn black Patch covers his left eye. His other eye is sharp and drilling. He is heavily scared all over his body. On his face he sports a white scar down his cheek giving him a very roughish look. He could be called handsome if scars and ruggedness to the extreme was attractive. He has a small golden earring in his right ear, and on his right shoulder a Tattoo depicting a sword and bone crossed over a helmet.<BR><BR>He usually wears a heavy steel plated brown leather vest and black wool pants. His boots are steel toad black leather riding boots. His battle gear is composed of his vest and a pair of plated leather gauntlets. Also a set of pants that matches his vest, but is only plated on the front. He is not a fan of livery, but if he must dress up, he grabs his Red velvet coat with the gold embroidery of lions and shines his boots.<BR><BR>Personality: He is cold and hard to most people. Usually only laughing or even cracking a smile for his fellow man in the field. He has spent nearly thirty years in combat on the front lines defending the borders of Gondor and is of the opinion that those in the interior away from the danger have no idea what it is like and while he might not like it he must protect them. Reserved and quick, He has a sharp wit should he decide to talk. He is a good judge of character and trusts his instincts implicitly. He does not drink, believing it slows the head. He is a hardcore military man, used to blood, guts, and dying. The bittersweet taste of victory, the rancid smell of defeat. Life is battle for him and he is home nowhere else. He has been in battle so often that he realizes the need for certianty and desisive action once it must be taken. He does not waste motion or time.<BR><BR>Weapons: A four and half foot long double handed broadsword. For his massive size it may be a little small for a cleaver but it allows him maneuverability and quick movement. A huge long bow nearly twice the size of a normal one, though with this he posses only adequate skill. A long two foot long heavy bladed knife, used in partnership with his sword.<BR><BR>Skill: He is master of his sword, able to use the huge sword with surprising speed and agility. His knife is his brother and he knows its weight and reach like the back of his hand. His bow he is only fair with as he is an infantry captain and leaves archery to the archers. Stealth he has developed with long experience, and patience and discretion with many a campaign and battle. fighting with his hands and feet was more than many times necissary and he has a developed skill in that area.<BR><BR>Distinguishing marks: Numerous scars, a tattoo on his right arm, and a black eye patch over his right eye<BR><BR>Transportation: His own two feet as it is difficult to find a hours large enough to bear his weight.<BR><BR>Bio: Paul Pequen was born to Adam Pequen who was a soldier in the Gondorian army. Paul grew up to be a soldier, raised and trained with that goal in mind. He was taught the traditions and beliefs and honor of the a Gondor soldier. To fight for Gondor, to defend her and the rest of middle earth from evil, and die to that end if necessary. He entered the military at sixteen and lost himself in it.<BR>For the next 34 years he did little else than serve in the Gondorian army. He lost his eye at 30 and made the rank of Captain at age 37 and five years later was offered the rank of a general which he refused as it would remove him from his men and the front-line fighting that had become his everyday. The men of Gondor are married to death, it is the only true destiny that awaits each of them. Paul lives with the realization that he will one day die, going down fighting alongside his comrades.<BR>At forty-eight Paul was summoned to a banquet in the honor of the officers of the army. There he grew disgusted with the apparent laziness and pomp of the nobility he and his men were spilling their blood to protect. None of them had ever probably seen battle and he told them as much, saying many things that were not lightly said to nobility. One noble in particular took particular offense and used his considerable influence to get Paul sent away.<BR>The Noble wanted him court-martialed or executed for his disrespect but Paul’s superiors were not willing to do that to such a loyal and valuable soldier so he sent Paul into the interior until he thought things had cooled down.<BR>Paul was enraged but he followed orders, so he packed up and set out inland.<BR><BR><BR>(maybe not the best bio I've ever written but I'll play him better I think)
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Postby Lain_X » Tue Aug 26, 2003 9:04 am

Think I'll join if no one minds. I've wanted to try out an older character for a while.<BR><BR>Name: Janus Warheit<BR>Sex: Male<BR>Age: 31<BR>Race: Man<BR>Occupation: Unknown, suspected that he is involved with Gondorian government<BR><BR>Appearance: A trim, fit man, standing about 6'4 or so, though he often <i>seems</i> taller due to the way he carries himself. His hair is a faded black, possibly due to much outdoors work in the sun, and there are faint strands of silvery gray here and there. It is swept back and fashioned into a simple ponytail that reaches midway his back. Always a few willowy strands hangs over his forehead and near his eyes. His sharp, high cheekboned face is naturally severe and austere at the same time. While this gives him an air of intimidation, it also lends him a rather handsome, if somewhat stern look. His black eyes seem perpetually cruel and slightly narrowed.<BR><BR>His clothes are very simple: white undershirt, a close fitting, buttoned black coat, and loose, casual black pants ending with matching shoes, as opposed to boots. It is at once elegant and functional. A single black scabbard is almost constantly at his side.<BR><BR>Bio: Very little is known of his early years. He grew up with the ideals of the warrior as well as the intellectual. The sword and the book were equally perused for a while. As an eighteen year old officer in the Gondorian army, it was said that the only words Janus did not know were "mercy" and "retreat". <BR>A division captain at around 25 years of age, Janus reputation grew as a merciless and efficient fighter. Since an early age, he had been taught various sword arts and had been honing his form to perfection ever since he joined the army. As captain, he fought against several enemy counter-parts in one-on-one duels and emerged the victor every time. He and his division became infamous for their impossible victories and brutal ruthlessness. Before his infamy could become bona fide legend, Janus was called upon, at the age of 30, to act as a government agent for the good of Gondor. It is still unclear as to what his duties are and the government does not divulge anything more.
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Postby Lanuviel » Thu Aug 28, 2003 9:58 am

Welcome all!<BR><BR>I agree, Tanith - a male character besides Lain_X's and Quimrill_Renctar's would continue to spice it up <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR>You're all perfectly welcome to join - and I agree also with Tanith's suggestion. Could anyone interested in playing the second assassin please post an audition here? It can be any scene you like, but I would also prefer it if it involved the job description of being an assassin <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>.<BR>
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Postby Hallavasaion » Thu Aug 28, 2003 5:45 pm

I wanna join. I will be at the ball as an emmisary for Mirkwood trying to make ties with Gondor.<BR>Name: Quell<BR>Age: N/A<BR>Race: Elf<BR>Alliance: Mirkwood<BR>Height: 5'11"<BR>Weight: 151 lbs<BR>Eye Colour: Hazel<BR>Hair Colour: Black(shaved on sides and back with a a close cropping of long black hair on top of his head.<BR>Weapons of Choice: Twin Scimitars(Main weapon). Throwing Daggers, Twin fighting daggers(Stealth)<BR>Dress: Black Ranger outfit w/ hood and small cloak. Short sleeves exposing forearms. Right arm has a tribal tattoo of a skull being a symbol of rank in Rilnnlylth(see bottom for details)<BR>Occupation: (as of the moment)Ambassador/Assassin(not needing bodyguards)<BR>Short History: Is brother of Hallavasaion and high ranking member of Rilynnlylth(the House of the Blade). Rilynnlylth works discreetly and has done a decent amount of missions and odd jobs for the king(this being one of them).Often trains with his brother when not on a mission.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Thu Aug 28, 2003 7:05 pm

cool, I would post an audition for the second assasin but I already posted my guy.<BR><BR>though if nobody else posts for it... ^_^<BR><BR>I'm eager to get under way in anycase. Tell me though, how exactly is this going to turn out?<BR><BR>It seems logically if everybody believes that the first assasin has done the deed then we will kill her and be done with it. I would emagin that somehow you want us to get together to hunt down the second assasin.<BR><BR>Anyway, if nobody else posts and audition I will, I have no problems playing two characters, and if you do, than I have a perfect old assasin bio that would require but a little tweeking, and it is far better than my other above ^_^<BR><BR>Paul: what this? you don't like me?<BR><BR>Never said that<BR><BR>Paul: so you just like him better, is that it?<BR><BR>Well its more like I know him better is all, I just met you a couple days ago<BR><BR>Paul: not even going to give me a chance? just going to through me to the wolves without a chance to prove myself!?! well take this! *brandishes boadsord*<BR><BR>*Runs*
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Postby Riencuran » Thu Aug 28, 2003 7:29 pm

Ráca, about the audition: Could I e-mail you mine?
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Postby Ráca » Fri Aug 29, 2003 7:33 am

Yeah, course you can, Ri. email it to my new one, yeah? Thanks <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR>Just thought I'd jump in for a minute, because I'm so pleased (and have been for an entire WEEK <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>) about my Maths and RS GCSE results...<BR><BR>Two A's!!!<BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Well,now I've got that off my chest I feel a lot better <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR>Hal - would you mind if I join your new thread? I have several bios, so whichever you think would suit is the one I'll post as <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR>Quimrill: It looks like there will be Ri auditioning at least - but if you DO want to audition anyway, feel free to either post it here or email it to crime_scene_investigation_csi@hotmail.com .
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Postby Riencuran » Fri Aug 29, 2003 9:03 am

Ah...and your new one is crime_scene_investigation? Ok, you'll get in soon.<BR><BR>Ri *all happy and excited about assassin audition*
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sat Aug 30, 2003 2:43 am

Hmmm... Auditioning for assassins... Sounds challenging by me... I'll see if I can post a piece here tonight. Actually, I'm more for the challenge than for the post, but who cares... Say, would a piece of an earlier killing, just before where the Assassin will come into play be acceptable, if yes, well, watch this space...
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Postby Lanuviel » Sat Aug 30, 2003 5:39 am

Yeah - that's fine, Tobias! <BR><BR>I await with interest <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sat Aug 30, 2003 12:11 pm

Well if we already got some auditioners, I'll stick with Paul. I need to try him out anyway to see if I'll use him again. <BR><BR>Good luck guys ^_^
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Postby Riencuran » Tue Sep 02, 2003 7:47 pm

Ráca- Sorry I haven't sent the post to you. Right after I said I would I got really sick and was unable to spend more than five to ten minutes on the computer. I had meant to ask you if I could write the post as if it was for the RP. Was that what you meant in the first place, if not, is that how I could write it? <BR><BR>I'm feeling very confused right now. Edited for replying to the wrong RP <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Wed Sep 03, 2003 12:21 am

Maybe I won't audition after all, I was considering trying someone who was a complete fop, dandy, whatever... Now that would be more interesting... Perhaps the assassinated man's child, forced to seek revenge?<BR><BR>Tell me what you think.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun Sep 07, 2003 11:48 pm

Ok, I hope no one minds, but I'm going to post an assasins bio for the sake of getting things moving a touch. I'm really eager to see this go ahead and the only thing I can see missing is an assasin bio so I'll just go ahead and post one here.<BR><BR>By the way Riencuran, if you already sent one in, then I'm sorry. I'm just assuming the only hold up right no is that we don't have an assasin.<BR><BR>alrighty, Ahem!... *cracks nuckles*<BR><BR>Name: Rothfallin (real name Serin)<BR>Sex: Male<BR>Race: second generation half-elven<BR>Age: 86<BR>Height: 6’3”<BR>Weight: 180 lbs<BR>Eyes: gray<BR>Hair: Black<BR><BR>History: Long ago an ambitious Elf Maiden by named Laorin fell in love with a ranger from the north. They were of course advised against marriage but Laorin wouldn’t listen. Even the Ranger would have refused to the marriage because he was always in life threatening situations and he did not want to die and leave Laorin a widow. She on the other hand did not care about the risks as she loved him and wanted nothing more than to marry him, knowing that even if he did die the next day she could never love another. They were married and soon after she became pregnant.<BR>The Ranger was the heir to the thrown of a small kingdom near the outskirts of Mirkwood forest. He being the last living heir to the thrown, rule fell to him. He and his new bride left Mirkwood were she had been born to take up his post in his kingdom. The ranger was a wise ruler and the kingdom flourished under his rule. However he was mortal and died years later of old age. Laorin remarried her husbands most loyal general, Caladon, setting him up as king. She did not marry him for love but for necessity for strong leadership.<BR>Laorins daughter grew up and also became married to the son of a noble in the country. She retained her title of princess and he became prince as a wedding gift from Laorin who wanted to be assured that one of her line would one day ascend the thrown.<BR>Caladon near the end of his life, saw that his life’s work was drawing to a finish and he would have very little to show for it at the end, as Laorin would simply remarry and go on with her immortal life as queen of a slowly expanding empire. Resentment at being used and furry at her and her kind for the unfair gift of immortality granted to them, Caladon had her killed along with her daughter and her husband. Then he married another woman quickly and planted his seed in her. He died hoping she would bare a son who would one day rule.<BR>However Laorins daughter managed to escape to the west, she and her husband together. They settled far from Mirkwood and the country they had called home and lived out their lives there.<BR>Caladon’s new wife indeed had a son and as he grew it became obvious he had an evil and twisted heart. As he ruled, his country like him became evil. Through his leadership the empire no longer flourished but wallowed in deceit and immorality. When he was grown he sought to expand his empires boarders further and embarked on a grand campaign, pushing into Mirkwood. The elves of Mirkwood retaliated quickly and brutally. Not only did they repel the pitiful forces sent against them but they laid waste to his empire, leaving it in ruins and in time it was forgotten.<BR><BR>Laorin’s daughter also had a son, Serin; but long after the destruction of her homeland. Serin was raised on the history of his homeland and how great they had once been, and most importantly how he was the last heir to the forgotten throne and how the elves had destroyed his heritage. He grew harboring a deep hatred for the elves of Mirkwood. Even if they had ridden the world of a blight by killing the king and destroying the empire, he could not see that, only that they had killed his people and taken his throne.<BR>As he grew older he began thinking thoughts of vengeance and left his home to learn abroad the arts of warfare. He purposed to return to his homeland go into Mirkwood and kill their king, topple their throne and take from them what they had taken from him. Maybe he could not lay waste to their cities but he could become a small blight in their land. For 60 long years he simply traveled. Spending 10 years learning there and 5 years there, traveling with a group of assassins for 20 years here and another 10 in the army there, and so on. When he believed he was finally ready he returned to Mirkwood to exact his revenge, now calling himself Rothfallin. Rath fallin from glory, also this hid his origins.<BR><BR>Appearance: Tall and lean, with all the beauty of his elfish lineage. Even on top of that he in extremely handsome in his own right, a asset to him when on a number of occasions his target for a assassination was female. He is exceptionally well toned and lithe. His hair is black and tied back mostly in a pony tale and his eyes usually are sparkling with mirth.<BR><BR>Personality: Sharp witted and clever. Serin feels that while he has no throne he is still nobility and should be treated as such. He is not so much arrogant and confident in his abilities and dues. He will not trust anyone, not even his own mother or father. He has no true friends only acquaintances, and few of those. He is very friendly and charming and very gracious to put a king to shame, but it is all simply a mask; he would as soon kill and shake hands, kiss and betray. The only ones who are safe are those that do work with him and those that do not attract his attention. He holds all lives but his own in low regard, he would like to remain alive but anybody else may die and he would not care. Everybody is expendable besides him. He kills anybody or anything with as much feeling as he would step on an insect. He has almost nor morals and no sense of honor. His philosophy is getting what you want as easily as possible through any means necessary.<BR><BR>Dress: <BR><BR>In public/social: Usually wears all black trimmed with silver brocade, including tunic belts and pants, as well as riding boots, when in public. This makes him easy to mistake as nobility and that is a misconception he does not correct. He also wares a short black cape to also trimmed with silver. On his belt he carries a long saber and a dagger. He also has a knife in his boot.<BR><BR>Stalking/hunting: He wears brown pants and green tunic with a brown leather armor vest that has steal rings sewn in. His cloak is molted gray and brown, providing excellent camouflage and has a hood that hides his black hair. His boots are soft leather brown with a lump of lead in the toes. All his clothes are made of wool so that they will not make noise when he moves and the leather not jointed so that it does not creek. He carries with him his long saber, only in brown leather scabbard, and also knives in various sheathes up his sleeves and across his chest. Also he carries a short bow, more easily concealed when trying to hide, and 20 arrows. The arrows he carries in a very small quiver that hangs at his belt- anything larger would get in his way if he had to run or hide. A black scarff covers his face except for his eyes and above.<BR><BR>Always is wearing a brass Medallion around his neck under his shirt.<BR><BR>Skills: Knife throwing and Sword fighting, he is a master swordfighter, a good shot with a bow, though he has never won any prizes over it. He is also an incredible acrobat and knows a fair amount of how to fight with fists and feet. In the woods his stealth is phenomenal.<BR><BR>Misc: Possesses a strange medallion. A flat round brass disk that depicts an endless spiral. The disk does not appear to be magic but the fact that the spiral never seems to end suggest otherwise, the eye can follow it until hell freezes over but it will never reach the end of the spiral in the center. This medallion has no purpose other than to dispel and suppress magic used on the wearer or magical items. For instance a magical staff or arrow or a wall constructed by magic would loose its magic and be ordinary while within the medallions radius of influence. On the other hand an ordinary boulder or tree limb or something thrown or set in motion by magic is just as dangerous.<BR><BR>Transportation: when he rides, he rides a brown gelding.<BR><BR>(that be the bio, this be the story)
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Mon Sep 08, 2003 1:06 am

(Right this is my audition, I wrote in a style for the first post if you wich to use it)<BR><BR>“Charming girl, don’t you think?” The tall handsome man dressed all in black asked, “beautiful too, astonishingly so”<BR><BR>“Err… I’m sorry?” A slight wiry man with a completely white head, wearing a fine read coat stitched with gold in the lions climbing the sleeves stammered, “Why yes, I suppose she is. What do you think about the rumor that the Rohan Empire has started excepting emissaries from Mordor, instead of just executing them as they appear?”<BR><BR>Serine winked at the maid carrying a silver tray laden with crystal glasses filled with red wine. She blushed even deeper than before when she had overheard his compliment just after he had accepted one of the glasses from her tray, “I wouldn’t not give too much value to such rumors, Lord Eldrim, the horse people are proud and courageous.” He smiled and added with a small laugh, “They are very proud of being courageous as a matter of fact; I do not think they would accept even a chest of gold from Mordor”<BR><BR>The older man broke out in laughter only regaining himself to drain his own glass, “Ah, but I think you are probably right.” He gave another small laugh and a regretful sigh, “It has been a pleasure speaking with you but I fear I hear the privy beckon”<BR><BR>Serine nodded and smile warmly over a grimace, “The pleasure was mine, perhaps we shall talk again later if I must not depart a soon as I fear I must” he shook his hand and waved him off as the old man tottered off towards the bathrooms. Why the Lord thought he must tell him about his need to relieve himself Serine couldn’t guess, but he knew that wine did make men’s lips loosen and minds fog. He smiled dryly at the thought and downed his own glass.<BR><BR>His glass had been fairly full and it caused a few stares as he gulped it down so quickly. He had been doing this for the past couple hours. Lord Eldrim, who he had spent most of that time with had also stared before taking it as a challenge and joined him in consuming drink after drink as readily as they came to hand. Serine grinned hugely at apparently nothing and wobbled on his feet slightly. One of two attendants shifted his way but he remained standing, placing his glass on the white clothed table next to him and straitening his coat.<BR><BR>He wanted them to believe he was drunk, drunker than that old fool Lord Elbrim if possible, though he feared that his retreat to the bathroom had proven him the one of weaker stomach. Serine in fact retained every shred of his awareness and poise; he had drunk far stronger things in his life and much more of it. Where he was known it was never said he could not hold his alcohol well.<BR><BR>The young maid he had commented on earlier came near him again with her tray now two-thirds empty. He gave her a roughish smile and flourished a bow, taking her hand and kissing it while taking a drink with the other, “It is an honor to have a drink from the most beautiful lady present at his lordships party” he said gently.<BR><BR>This caused the maid to blush even more if it were possible and nearly drop her tray with surprise, “I fear sir I am no lady, but a servant of his Lordships. Your compliments do me far to much honor”<BR><BR>“Nay my lady, if beauty was station, thow wudst rule the whole world,” He took her hand again and kissed it gently, “I care little if you are the lowest of the scullery maidens, you have captured my eyes. I only drink from your hand because of chance birth. If the world was fair I would serve you nectar from a pure golden chalice”<BR><BR>Her mouth dropped open and then closed. She repeated this motion three times before words finally came, “My Lord you are too kind. But you are handsome, far handsomer than any man I have known, surely you would rule the world” she blushed at her own words and lowered her head.<BR><BR>Serine grimaced inside again at her feeble attempt at eloquence but he kept that hidden, “I doubt I am the handsomest man to have ever graced your diamond set eyes. But thank you”<BR><BR>“But, begging your pardon my Lord, you are,” She was fused red and fumbled these words.<BR><BR>Serine took her chin in his hand and lifted her eyes to meet his, “Perhaps, but may I ask you a favor?” <BR><BR>“Anything my Lord,” She almost dropped the tray again in her eagerness to run almost before he had asked his favor.<BR><BR>“Perhaps you could fetch my coat and have it for me at the entry hall, then when I come perhaps you might accompany out on this night,” Serine smiled disarmingly, “I would be glad of such exquisite company on this night. My inn is not far and perhaps we could go there and talk”<BR><BR>“I would like that very much,” She breathed almost fainting he thought. That would not do is she did, he needed her yet.<BR><BR>She set the tray on the table next to the second glass he had just emptied and picking her skirts up slightly ran for the entry hall. Serine smiled a private smile of triumph and turned back to the crowed surrounding a square ball room floor on which several couples in colorful dress glided about. Where was he now? Ah, there he stood talking to a young woman in a white gown, which hugged her bosom and showed a generous amount of cleavage, with her hair styled in a tower that easily added another half foot to her height.<BR><BR>It would be better if he were dancing but much harder to accomplish. The noble stepped out onto the floor leading the blushing woman into a waltz. Serine chuckled under his breath and wobbled his way to the entrance hall. Many of the Lords and ladies he passed shied away from a man who looked on the verge of returning everything he had eaten and drunk on his host’s floor. When he reached the small entrance hall, really just a short hall that opened directly through an arch into the ball room and lead to a heavy set of oak doors, he found the maid standing here with his cloak over one arm beaming at him as he approached. <BR><BR>“Thank you my angle,” Serine cooed, “I have one more small favor to ask you” She nodded enthusiastically, rocking on her heals, “My horse that will carry us to my inn is just inside the stable, the first stall on the right. Perhaps if you might bring him we could be off while I pay my last respects”<BR><BR>She was off like a shot rapping a shawl around her shoulders against the evening chill. Serine watched her go shaking his head, so trusting; they fell so easily into his designs, never suspecting a thing, so predictable. He turned back under the arch to mark the progress of the noble as he danced. Serine was taller than most at the party and had little trouble finding the noble and his partner. Seven more turns would bring them closer.<BR><BR>Quickly he ducked behind one of the pillars that supported the arch and donned the cloak, pulling the hood up to cover his face. His hand found a blade tucked away in one of the folds and he stepped back out around the pillar. He checked to see if anybody was looking in his direction. Finding no one he found the noble again and calculating the movement, struck.<BR><BR>His arm shot out from his cloak and spun around as he turned and hurled the blade with all his might over the heads of those watching the dance. There was a faint whine as air parted before its keen blade. The noble fainted a box step but drew back at the last moment in a reverse step, saving his life, dooming his partner. The elated smile on the woman in the white dresses’ face never failed as her eyes glazed and she collapsed on the marble floor, blood spouting from her neck.<BR><BR>Lord Gilborn stared in disbelief at the beautiful young woman lying on the floor before him leaking blood around a thing bladed knife protruding from her neck. The instinct to through himself to the ground was pushed aside by blackness as the next instant he too collapsed onto the floor atop her, his blood adding to the small pool just beginning to form.<BR><BR>Serine dodged out of the oak doors and made his way down to were the maid waited with his horse. He did not even know her name he realized, but then, how many names of maids had he actually known over the past years. He mounted and pulled her up behind him, then set off at a slow trot down the road towards his inn. Hell was breaking loose behind him but it had not yet spilled out into the street. He hoped to be in his room with the attractive maid before anybody thought to look outside.<BR><BR>He regretted killing the other lady, he had not counted on the noble showing any sort of flare in his dance after the sixth consecutive box step, but then, life was full of surprise. As few as he could manage but they still crept up on him. He rounded the first corner and proceeded halfway down the street to the inn he bought a room at. Serine handed his reigns to the stable man and led the maid inside and up a flight of stairs into one of the more lavish rooms the inn had to offer.<BR><BR>He could hear distant shouts, but shutting the window with its thick painted wood pains blocked them out. He turned from the window with a smile for the maid standing nervously in the center of his rooms. She was his alibi, a very good alibi if he had anything to say about it…<BR>
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Postby Riencuran » Mon Sep 08, 2003 6:40 am

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