)Post 44
SorceressintheGoldenWood
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 9:45 am
- Name: Durfindel
- Race: Elf
- Gender: Female
- Age: 1,300 years old
- Height: 5ft,6in
- Weight: 135lb
- Hair color: dark brown
- Eye color: green
- Marital status: single
- Occupation: Sorceress
- Outfit: long black cloak over a golden dress
- Means of travel: paint mare, mostly white with a half black mane and black tail
- Skills: horseback riding, archery, knife fighting, lanuages, sorcery
- Personality: high spirited, head strong, independent, likes to be alone, weird sence of humor, never tells everything, always has a card up her sleave(actuly more like a whole deck!)
- Bio: She is the daughter of Galadriel. She and her sister Elenadil are very close and sometimes travel together. Left home at a very young age and did a lot of traveling. She doesn't like to stay in one place very long. Learned sorcery from Gandalf and is a very powerful Sorceress.
Post 45
Colohue
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 9:54 am
Name:Thomas Daniel Colohue
Parentage:Eowyn and Faramir
Description:His mother's fair face and the battle skills of his father
Weaponry:Sword called Emery
Home:Emyn Arwen
Post 46
Exar_Kun
The Angelic Evil
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 12:35 pm
Name: Arladion
Race: Half-Elf, Half-Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age: 2586
Height: Somewhat shorter then a regular Elf, but broader.
Weight: 170 pounds
Hair: Short white hair, a bit longer on the top at the front.
Eye Colour: Light Blue
Marital Status: True and committed only to Lady Ivy.
Occupation: Sometimes adventurer, or running the tavern from his family.
Outfit and Equipment: wearing light but strong clothes to improve both armour and agility. Good sturdy leather boots. 2 blades bound to his back, named “Justice” and “Loyalty”.
“Loyalty” inscription in Elven runes: Loyalty lies within the Heart, and can only be taken with a life
”Justice” inscription in Elven runes: Wherever Chaos interferes, Justice shall prevail
Shield with Durin’s emblem, a gift from his Lady Ivy.
Means of Travel: Riding his horse D’Kor, a light brown horse.
His Bronze dragon Zenth, a wise and noble dragon. Very helpful and always kind to everyone.
Skills: Handling 2 blades, Playing the harp, Horseback Riding, Elven Languages and an Ancient Tongue/Sorcerers Tongue (understanding only, not speaking it), Dragon riding, Knighthood/Courtesy .
Personality: Arladion is a very cheerful and open man, someone who is certainly willing to be a good friend.
That makes him very loyal and will follow a good friend gladly into the battlefield.
Short Biography: Arladion is a cheerful half-elf half-dwarf, with the strength of a dwarf, excellently balanced with the agility of an elf. Born in a small village near Rivendell, he comes from a proud family of warriors. They were warriors because it was in their blood, literally in their blood. This was because they were related to an Orc. This was quite a strange happening because it was an exceptional love between an Orc male and an Elven female, a distant related aunt of Arladion. But the Orc female (yes, a shameful happening, the Orc male was sort of already engaged) came after the family and since then the family has taken advantage of their strength to slaughter Orcs. But the exceptional strength had a downside; it caused animosity which made the select few that possessed the blood strongly enraging at times of battle. This came to an advantage but it also went on after the battle and slowly turned them into Orclike Elves. After the rage, they must be let alone to let them come to senses. No one must interrupt him, because there might be a chance that he stays into it, something that unfortunately happened to a member of the family. Arladion has a part of that Orc blood, not very much, but it gives him quite an advantage. This way he doesn’t get the rage with losing his mind, but it does make him a lot stronger. It sort of has the same effect as when you have a burst of adrenaline through your body, only this is more powerful.
His father was the only one in his family who was a barkeep. Many people came into his tavern and many among them were sad and needed to be cheered up, so Arladion decided at a young age that he would dedicate a part of his time to make those people happy who needed that.
Arladion carries 2 blades which he wields very well, he has been trained in it by his uncle from a very young age because his uncle noticed his heritage of the Orc blood.
Post 47
Morisiliel
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 3:00 pm
Name: Morisiliel Vanwalammenien (MV in posts-it's shorter<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
Race: Elf
Gender: female
Age: 2,929 years
Height: 6'6''
Weight: 112 lbs.
Hair color: brown, slight natural gold streaks
Eye color: ice blue
Accent: {scottish}
Maritial status: single and not interested
Occupation: explorer/message bearer to the King Aragorn (if an RP is set during LOTR, she works undercover for Aragorn, usually), often accompanied by good friend Losthoroniel
Outfit: pants, tunic, boots, in forest colors for travel, dress for special occasions (feasts, meeting/council with the King), brown cloak
Weapons: sword (elven blade) w/ silver hilt, studded w/lapis lazuli; white bow, white arrows w/ silver flights
Means of travel: Losthoroniel's boat (when she lets me
); white horse Telanunnion w/ brown flecks, mane and tailSkills: healing, archery, sword fighting, horseback riding, reading, writing, quenya, some boat knowledge
Jewelry: (very important and symbolic) intricately woven silver ring (celtic knot style); thin silver ring w/ ice blue rectangular stone; simple, silver chain link bracelet; silver fish bracelet; AND MOST IMPORTANT: necklace w/ silver leaf pendant, w/ green stone in middle, constantly giving out a light green light; silver circlet/crown studded w/ lapis lazuli (important occasions only) ((PENCHAIN!!!!!!!!!!
))Personality: kind, caring, helpful, and loyal, Morisiliel enjoys adventure and can be very outgoing, occasionally defensive
Past/bio: was raised in Rivendell (like so many others), where she was good friends with Arwen, but originally form Mirkwood. she has no memories of her father, but is very close to her mother, a healer elf of mirkwood. she doesn't visit mirkwood much. by request of Arwen, MV offered her services to Aragorn, to keep him safe and such until he became king. even afterwards, she continued to stay in his service.
Motto: "there is time enough for everything"
Post 48
Echo_Starlite
The 'I' in America
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 3:13 pm
Name: Echo Starlite
Age: 2596, more or less
Race: Sorcerer
Family: father- Proeliator, king of Sorcerers; mother-Dilucla brother-Aquilo, temporarily deceased
Hair/Eye Colour: Brown hair, black eyes
Clothes: Black dress, cloak, and boots; blood-red belt; silver broach
Weapons: Short sword; bow and arrow; dagger; magic
Occupation: princess; healer
Mode of Transportation: Nekura, a large, black horse, capable of speech (not in common tongue)
History: Sorcerers lived peacefully with all other species up until approximately 15 years before the beginning of the First Age, when a catastrophic battle took placein Middle-earth. The Elves betrayed the trust of the Sorcerers, leaving them on the battlefield to fight on their own. The Elves were cursed by the warrior Animus, and were angered by the Sorcerers. Since then, the sorcerers have been in hiding, as they have been hunted down by other species and destroyed to a great extent. Echo, born to Dilucla, wife of Proeliator, king of Andrast, where the Sorcerers seek haven, was born in the early Second Age. She was taught the ancient magics of the Sorcerers and perfected them, and became skilled in healing. She ran away from home to find herself a nice adventure and seeks Galadriel or Elrond, to try and resolve the ages-old feud that the two peoples battle.
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Post 49
Istariquendi
Gatekeeper of the Past
Date Posted: Sat Mar 9, 2002 9:20 pm
Name: Aerrone, but goes by Istariquendi.
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, but witnessed the light of the Two Trees.
Race: Half-elf (Half Telerian, Half Numenorian.)
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 187lbs.
Eye color: Blue-green
Hair: Strawberry blonde
Weapons: Double bladed spear with curved blades, bow.
Maritial status: single
Occupation: Lore-Master of the Rings, bearer of Faernys, the Star Ring of the White Phoenix, and Ouroboros, the Life Ring of Rebirth. One with Eru of the Powers of Arda, Master of the Haven of the Phoenix. Yet he travels mostly.
Skills: Healing, dance of the spear, Magic in whichever form he can master.
Personality: Calm and wise mostly, yet with good humor. Quite stubborn at times, almost to the point of annoyance with others. Still quite mysterious, since he still has things to work out from his past, yet quite down to earth.
Bio: Istariquendi lived in a small village just south of the Shire. There he lived happily for a few years until it was pillaged by a group of pirates and his father, Denaenus was murdered. After a few years of unhappiness he left the village to find greater purpose. Little did he know that he was looking for more than he bargained for. Before his quest, Istari thought that he was of the race of men, yet as his journey progressed, that was about to change. Just outside his village, he met an elf-maiden named Selket, and others who would help him find himself in his quest. Later, he learned that Selket was his sister and that he was a half-elf. He was lead on a perilous journey that ended him in Lorien, where Celeborn told him of his past.
The tale he told revealed that his father was a Numenorian man who followed Elendil from Numenor before it fell. His name was Horthon. When the day of Numenor's doom came, Horthon followed the fleet of Elendil from the island. Yet, unfortunately, during the cataclism, his ship was pulled away from the others, and as the Valar pulled themselves from the Circles of the World, it journeyed to the past. Horthon was sent to the beginning of the First Age, when the Trees were still in bloom, thus was he the only mortal to witness their beauty. He alone survived that trip, and washed upon the shores north of the Calacirya. There he met an elf who had strayed from Alqualonde. And upon their meeting, they immediately fell in love. For a while, they dwelt upon the shores of Aman, in the Haven of the Swans. And born from them was their son, Aerrone. yet soon they were discovered by the Valar, and Horthon and his son were forced to leave the Immortal Lands to dwell in Middle-earth. So Horthon and the Telerian elf sailed across the sea, for she would not leave him. And there, they still dwelt in happiness. The Valar gave Horthon a gift though, of prolongued life. They decreed that he should live until the first of the Edain awoke in Arda. So together, as a family, they dwelt together in the age of the Eldar. Yet time passed, and the hour of Horthon's doom neared. They allied themselves not to the Noldor, yet visited their kingdoms at times. Finally, after many years of bliss, Horthon died in one of the many battles of the War of the Jewels, and that was the day that Bëor the old awoke. Thus was the Prophecy fulfilled. After the death of her lover, the elf was distraught and angered by the Noldor. Thus she fled south, to live with the Green-elves of Ossiriand. Yet before she fled, she feared for her son. For he was grieved so much that he was near to wasting as the eldar do. For long ago he wished to be counted among the Firstborn. So she cast a spell upon him, which, when the time came, would place forgetfullness upon him when he became near death from grief. Yet that time was far from then. And Aerrone walked among the Lands of Beleriand in deep sorrow. He held his grief back for many ages, until one day, late until the Third Age. His grief overcame him and he fell into a deep sleep. Soon, he was discovered by one Denaenus of a village not far from there. And as he woke him, Aerrone knew nothing of his past, and claimed Denaenus was his father, and called himself Istariquendi.
Istari's journey led him to many places, until he met a man whose name was Alorian. He was a Phoenix, a Master healer and Magician. His face was pale and milky white and his eyes were purple. And he always dressed in robes of pure white. Yet, as his journey neared its end, Istari learned that Alorian was but a piece of himself. Which contained his memories and lore. And thereafter he went to the ruins of an old temple where he and Alorian were melded into one, and Istari became whole again. His sigil then was of the White Phoenix, for after they melded, Alorian became a pure white bird, who was the magnificent White Phoenix. And from then on they were dear companions.
Now Istari travels mostly. Upon his travels he uptained Faernys and Ouroboros. Both Rings of Power aid him on his quests.
Post 50
SmaugsBane
Mornrandir
Date Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2002 1:54 pm
Post 51
Lisseth
Date Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2002 5:03 pm
Name: Lisseth Aliyat
Race and Gender: Mixed (See General Info) Female
Age: 122
Height: 5'
Weight and Build: 90lbs, slender
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Grey
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Healer
General Appearance: Usually appears in dark green tunic, grey leggins, black leather boots, and black cloak. Heavy belt with many pouches, a dagger, and a quiver dangling from it. Normally wears her superlong hair in a braid wrapped around her head like a crown of sorts.
General Weapons: Longbow, dagger, and throwing knife (tucked into right boot)
General Info: Lisseth is a strange sort of being. Her father was a dwarf and her mother one of those rare halfelven maids, and that makes her 1/2 a Dwarf, 1/4 an Elf, and 1/4 a Human. Her exact lineage isn't known, since she's a long time orphan. Both parents were killed in an orc raid when she was merely 4 years old. The nearby village leaders took her in, and she's been closer to them than a fosterling since, to the point of learning her foster mother's skill in herbal healing. She never liked to do any of the other normal girl things, enjoying instead, long walks in the woods, and hanging about the livery stable. One of her older foster brothers taught her the bow, and her younger taught her the throwing knife. The dagger is an instinctive weapon. Hanging about in the woods brought out the elvishness of her background, so she moves with all the grace of an elf, and the stealth of a cat. Constantly in the company of the livery stable, she also has learned ways with animals of any sort. No one ever bothered her about it, since she was the orphan and baby of the village. Everyone indulged whatever she wanted. She hasn't been spoiled by this, since everyone also disciplined her. No, she's been surrounded by love. For the first 40 years of her life, that is. When people began to notice that she didn't age, she began to have a difficult time. After all, only elves stay young, fit, healthy and beautiful forever. But elves are fair beings, usually tall, blond haired and blue eyed, aren't they? Such a small village has had little contact with anyone else from outside their circle, due to the remoteness, therefore, they are highly superstitious, and prone to bad behaviour when agitated. Lisseth was run off from her village, and has since been wandering about, never staying in one place for too long, and never settling down.
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Lisseth is a brand new character for use at this messageboard. She'll be put to use soon enough, I hope. Necessary changes will be noted in this space in the future using the wonderful edit feature!
Post 52
kaya
Date Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2002 6:31 am
Character info and background
Name: Kaya de Danán, aka Eagle-eye (Thôrhen)
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 2136 years old
Height: rather small for an elf, but still bigger than a woman of the human race
Weight: na na, that's not a question to ask a lady
Hair color: dark brown, almost black, long (reaches her waist)all in fine braids
Eye color: bright, haunting green
Marital status: single
Occupation: former member of the Nightguards, since they were disbanded she is an anonimous traveller in ME.
Outfit: long grey cloak, black/green outfit with black trousers and ditto boots (but that changes from time to time because she is on the run and doesn't want to be recognized
Means of travel: a grey horse named Arhísië
Skills: climbing, horseback riding, archery, swordfighting (not as good as her archery, she never really got the hang of swordfighting, she weares her sword more to be scarier and to show off), languages, can hurt you pretty bad with her jabs and side kicks
Personality: not so diplomatic, head strong, independent, strange sence of humor, sometimes very silent, other times she can't stop talking
left-handed
Bio:
There was a time that Kaya was a valued member of ME secret army : the NightGuards. She was undaunted, reckless, loyal and a real gogetter, but also unorthodox and head strong.
She is a part of them since the very first draft (now about 250 years ago, year 1 of the 4th Era).
Her Forodren Gîl (polar star, a gem stone that glows when another similar stone is nearby) is attached to a solid, rather large, silver bracelet, covering a big part of her left fore-arm. The bracelet has the shape of a flying eagle. The ends of his wings are attached to eachother around her fore-arm, it's unbendable and unbreakable, she can't take it off. The gem stone is the eye of the eagle (another link to her nickname).
Because she was deadly with her bow and had the eyesight of an eagle, her colleagues soon named her Eagle-eye. That vision and aiming made her a very good sniper.
She's good at infiltrating and snooping for information too. But the thing is, she can only use that quality when it is dark or the occasion allows her to wear her hooded cloak to hide her eyes (see further).
She has a very unstriking appearance : she looks like the average elf-lady with dark hair and who has an eye for an original hair-dress. A bit smaller then most elves are, but still taller then a woman of the human race.
She has a little scar under her lip, almost invisible. She got that while she and another member were having a fight (but it was a part of a distraction). She got hit on her mouth accidently and one of her teeth cut through her skin.
They only feature she has are her eyes. Besides being sparkling as all elven-eyes are, they have a rare and striking green color. It looks like they see right through you, and if you first look into them, it gives you the shivers.
When they were trapped and disbanded, Kaya's whole world fell apart. She left with her loyal horse Archísië, leaving her family and friends without any explanation or persuasion to believe in her innocance, and never returned .
Since then, Kaya lives everywhere and nowhere : she roams around because she can't find a place she can call home, always has to be careful no one recognises her. She's suspicious with everything and everyone since the disbandment, and disillusioned. As she was one of the convicted and death-sentenced guards who escaped, she is still wanted, so she has to be really careful when she travels around ME.
She was furious when the Kings chose her as one of the convicted, and she still is.
She has been tempted to go to the dark side many times since then, but always found a way to keep on the right track. But she knows many of her former colleagues did cross that line.
She secretly hopes she can return to her family one day and to Valinor. But therefor she and her former colleagues will need rehabilitation first. After years of searching for herself and inner peace, she now made it her primary goal to find out who trapped them.
The RP considering the reunion and quest of the nightguards is now under construction:
OOC-thread
RP-thread
Post 53
erinhue
heartbroken
Date Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2002 6:50 am
Leander: half elven, undetermined age, but appears to be 30-35, tall, lean athletic build, pale skin, honey colored eyes long silver hair and silver fingernails - Dresses in a form fit black leather battlesuit, wears 8 serpent tooth daggers strapped to his arms and legs, carries a double edged broadsword, Tanglorn- when not wearing the battlesuit, he wears a hooded cloak, tunic, trousers and low top boots of a non descript brown that seems to blend with the surroundings.
Blood born member of the El Al'Loth, a secret society dedicated to rooting out dark forces and preventing the spread of evil (as they see it) that remains in the world after the destruction of the One Ring. Each has a medallion which(among other things possibly) focuses and enhances the one true talent they all share. The Osaril is the most powerful of these medalions.
Still working on that 'one true talent' thing - I am borrowing from Silverbergs' Lords of Light and Darkness here. The talent allows him to alter his relative position to time and space. helps him move unseen in a crowd or super quick and when pressed in battle or seriously outnumbered, he can perform a Temporal Fugue
He's a hard as steel/heart of gold/ man of few words type who is pretty darned hard to defeat in battle
Post 54
Arwen902
Date Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2002 8:45 am
Arwen
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown. (Appears 19/20 years old)
Outfit: Varies. Normally grey, black, dark blue or white.
Appearance: Tanned skin, long, dark, wavy brown hair. Deep green eyes that flash silver when she’s angry, hurt or stressed. Tiny black tattoo of an elven rune (meaning courage) on the inside of her right ankle. Wears the fire ring of Siarina on the middle finger of her left hand. A faint scar from an old battle across her right shoulder.
Height: 5'9”
Occupation: Ranger or archer.
Skills include: Any form of combat, magic, archery, Quenyan.
Personality: Calm in most situations, happy and funny, caring and quite clever but quick to anger. Has a good sense of humour but a short attention span and she is sometimes really impatient. She’s really secretive and intuitive, she can pick up on things most people would miss. Happy and cheerful, always ready for a good time. She is stubborn, sensible and quite clever but often hides her feelings.
Bio:Arwen was born in Rivendell and named after the Lady Arwen Evenstar. Her mother was close to Celebrian and although she was much younger she became good friends with the children of Elrond who gave her the nickname Lalaith because it was too confusing having two Arwens. When she was six her parents left Rivendell with a group of other elves to accompany Celebrian to Lothlorien. For the few days after they left, Arwen was quite happy to play in the gardens alone.
Then one day she woke up and found that something had happened, wondering what it was she wandered around looking for someone she knew. The first person she found was Elladan who told her that her parents had been killed when they were attacked by a group of orcs and Easterlings. Arwen didn't believe him and ran off but he found her again and promised that he would look after her. So she became almost like an adoptive daughter to him and still is although he still calls he Lalaith instead of Arwen.
When she was seventeen she began to leave Rivendell for a few days or weeks at a time because she wanted to travel.
Post 55
flammable
Date Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2002 3:14 pm
Name: hides real name, known as flammable
Race: human (natural born Haradrim)
Gender: female
Age: her body was young but her soul was very old...
Height: 170 cm
Weight: about 60 kg
Hair Color: dark long hair
Eye Color: green/yellow
Marital Status: single.
Occupation: shaman and traveler. doesn't care much about the affairs of ME humans or elves, sometimes joins traveling company looking for the adventure or for her own purposes she never speaks about. She often visits dark citadels and has some close relations to the dark ones. She tries to avoid places where the Elves dwell and enters Gondor only with the evil intentions.
Outfit: dressed in a strange manner, amulets hang on her neck hiden under the clothes. wears beaded shirt, leggings, hand-woven wrap hooked with brass brooch and dark cloak when cold (camelhair). sometimes may appear in very different clothes - on very special ocations she wears long bright red dress made of beautifull eastern silk - the whole dress shines, 'cause it is stud with pearls. Her long dark hair then is plait with thin silver pendants and her high brow is banded with a silver collar and garnets shine in it.
Weapons: eastern sword, hatchet (raven's nib), spheric throwing knife (something alike bumerang) and ritual dagger (never uses it in the battle).
Means of Travel: Dark horse called Ninurta (looks like Arab horse), a gift from invisible folk, can call him by whispering a words and blowing into a knot of horse's hair.
Skills: any kind of fire magic, can set on fire everything flammable and keep that fire burning untill her strength is exhausted (it depends on how large is an object). Can make flying fire balls for light (amulet powers). Can make a fire sword but need to have a real sword for doing this (amulet powers). her fire magic can't be beaten by water, the only thing which is dangerous to her is ground, soil, sand and etc. - it makes her magic weak for long time. also she is able to set mirages (amulet powers). using amulet of mirages she is able to change her appearance and become a spy. as a shaman she can heal wounds and talk to spirits or people turned into animals (who have the souls).
Personality: dark, silent, sad and sinister: people usually stop to talk when she enters a room. Usually she travels alone but is faithful friend to those whom she trusts. Sometimes she can tell long stories but usually she prefers to listen and talks little. She is easily flammable - gets angry sudenly and acts very quick, not thinking about the consequences.
Bio: flammable (childish name Suule) was the youngest daughter of Nohon, khan of Nibur-daar, the Red Desert. Her mother was Ivaa, grand-daughter of the king and most beloved wife of the khan. Suule had 7 brothers and 3 sisters, she was the eleventh and the last child in the family. Haradrim khans and kings often took Gondor or even Elven woman as slaves or wifes so she had some lineament of those races - this was just an appearance but not the character. The most influent for her was her grandmother (mother of her father) Semerkhet who was a healer and very wise woman.
There was a dark times to all Haradrim because of the invasion of Gondor men - one of the first memories she has is strange men, who came at night, took many of her folk and her eldest brother as a hostage. She never forgot this and since then she keeps her rage.
Following the tradition of her tribe, Suule, as the youngest child in the family became a healer and have learned many things from her grandmother. She traveled to Gondor with the men of her kind... with the fire they came to that land... She searched for her brother and lived for some time in MinasTirith preparing her brother's escape. They returned to mergen-Khar-Num, her father's house and dwelled here in peace.
But when she was 19 the snake bited her and she felt into long and terrible illness... She walked in the land of shadows and dreams, came to underworld, was taught by the spirits and became a shaman, the re-born sorceress of great power. She returned to life under a new name and the world changed for her... She left her family and traveled to mergen-Otoh, the hiden place of shamans and was at the service of great Ojun, the most powerfull of all desert sorceress. From her teacher she got ritual dagger, a sign of a shaman, which shaman uses only for magical purposes and never in the battle even in the deadly danger. when shaman is killed others may use the dagger for evil purposes but not many dare to do this because then all the shamans hunt that person to the death. Amulet of mirage she got from the master of maat-Ilmen (Ilmen the Lake) and this amulet can be taken from her by his master's will.
She got a name flammable after she returned from the invisible folk -> this is a long story and can't be told here. In this journey she got a gift - control over the fire and the flame and this ability can't be taken from her. also she got her horse and amulets of fire sword and fire balls.
flammable still is very young as a shaman and sometimes uses her powers unwise, but with the age she gets more wary and more dangerous.
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Hobby: love to catch nice guys and make them slaves (with the help of other AMMM visitors ) run small slave trade bussiness with steppin_razor...
Adds:
Gifts:
from SmaugsBane: very special Zippo. It is made of blackened steel and engraved to her from SB on 500th post. never needs refilling. Instead of light fluid, it has a bit of the lava of Orodruin in it. So it will always light, even in wind or rain.
from Shane: beautiful evening gown of flamming red.
from PrincessMelika: a tinder box -> what people used to start a fire before the lighter was invented.
Titles:
Member of AMMM Fed, Lady of Barad-dur.
Guardian of Elendor.
Post 56
Rabadash_19
Date Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2002 9:47 am
I had to remove my character info since I will not be able to be on TORC for an indefinite period of time.
Post 57
~Turin-Turambar~
Date Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2002 12:53 pm
Name: Turin Turambar
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Age: unsure
Hair Color: Dark brown, near black
Eye Color: Dark grey, sometimes a bluish tint lightens them
Marital Status: Married to Lady Elora Starsong
Usual Attire: Wears black leather pants and a sleeveless black leather vest. Sometimes wears a black leather longcoat.
Occupation: Warrior, wanderer, vagabond, sometimes bartender, but battled the evil wherever he found it.
Skills: Master with sword and knife, and fair with a bow and arrow. Good at evasion and can move in stealth and go for long periods with little rest if needed.
Personality: Can be ruel and merciless to those he declares as enemies. Has deep disdain and distrusts most of the Eldar due to his his experiences. Considerate and caring to those he loves, which outside his wife and daughter are few. Is usually cold appearing, and usually says what he thinks in counsel.
(I will finish this later. I need to find some more threads for info... bad memory)
Post 58
Hallavasaion
Date Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2002 2:58 pm
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Post 59
Lady_Ivy
Date Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2002 5:43 pm
Name: Ivy
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 1872
Hair: Long black and curly
Eye Colour: Brilliant Green
Marital Status: Lady to the Brave and Loyal Arladion
Occupation: Adventurer, musician, conseil, warrior
Outfit and Equipment: Often wears a Green cloak, black gloves and boots. A sword which grows silver when danger is about. Sometimes carries a bow and arrows.
Means of Travel: Her horse Briar or by boat
Skills: Playing her flute, which can make you laugh, cry, or fall asleep. Skilled with her sword, and is good with animal and plantes.
Personality: She is gentle (except when fighting) and kind. She is calm in hopeless situations but is fierce on the Battlefield. Ivy is Loyal to all her friends, she values friendship and love abouve all others things.
Short Biography: Her original name was Réganna. She was born in Lothlorien but ran away after an Orc attack when she saw her parents killed. Ivy was still young but travelled very far and suffered from memory loss. When she found herself in a myterious wood, covered in ivy, she had forgotten everything including her own name.
She was found by a group of Elves who were seeking shelter in the forest after their homes had been burnt to the ground. They had built a good home but were running out of food. Ivy showed them where o find clean water and food, along with many other things. Since she couldn't remember who she was, they called her Ivy because in her new bedroom ivy had crawled up the walls and around the window in a matter of days.
She lived there for the rest of her childhood, until her memory returned to her. (there is much more to the story but I don't want to tkae up too much space)
Post 60
SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Date Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2002 8:54 pm
...
Name: that's best left forgotten . . .
Goes by: SilverScribe, nickname - Scribbles.
Gender: Often mistaken for male, but actually female.
Age: Remembers the coming of the Istari, so older than dirt.
Race: Half-elven, half-Númenorean.
Height: Tall (6' 2" in bare feet)
Weight: Yeah, right.
Eye color: Dark blue, almost violet - with muted silver flecks.
Hair: Thick, unmanageable mane, an unusual mix of pale blonde with liberal streaks of silver (gives it a mother-of-pearl look).
Marital Status: . . . you have to ask? Single.
Usual Attire: Plain, no visible jewellery or ornamentation. Sometimes wears a Master Bard brooch hidden on left shoulder of overtunic. Grey-blue trousers and shirt, a leather vest with many hidden pockets, (or sometimes a grey overtunic instead), dark belt and boots. Never without grey elven cloak with large hood.
Usual Transportation: Not averse to walking, but known to buy and lose horses at an alarming rate. Favours big, high-strung warhorses.
Weapons:
- (Celebamarth) Double edged broadsword, Númenorean hilt, replacement blade of Elvish make, marked with Elvish runes.
- Elven longbow, but styled somewhat after the Welsh longbow of early 13th century Earth.
- A stiletto, a garrot, and any number of other little hidden surprises.
Occupation: Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and general Nuisance. Oh yeah, and dear old dad made sure Warrior came first . . .
Skills: A little of this, oddments of that. Accomplished in swordwork and archery, but seldom displayed. Can sing (reasonably well) but prefers not to.
Personality: Absolutely none. (Or so dad insists. Mum used to say, 'too deep', 'painfully shy', 'dangerously quiet’ or 'full of surprises'. You pick.)
However: Honour is everything to her. She would die before she would break her word.
Bio: Updates: 16-Mar-2002//18-Mar-2002//22-Mar-2002//24-MAR-2002//08-OCT-2002// JULY 2003
Mother was named Lethelian, a Lothlorien elf, related to absoutely no elven royalty. Father was a rotten Númenorean blackheart best left un-named, with a shocking but shameful bloodline. Both parents spoke Sindarin as well as Westron, though mother's Sindarin bore a marked accent (she also spoke old Silvan). Father preferred Westron, enough said. Lucky me was born in a cave in the wilderness, in the middle of one of Fathers single-minded and blood-thirsty missions, which he always insisted on dragging mother on, hale, pregnant or whatever. He finally settled in what amounted to a forsaken wasteland, in Northern Rhudaur, hard against the feet of the Misty Mountains. This was painfully far from my mothers golden home and this, I think, the start of her decline.
Father wanted a son, mother wanted a daughter, Father lost. Never forgave me for it either. Decided that regardless, he was going to have a warrior in the family, gifted me with a Númenorean broadsword (Angamarth) and trained me into the dirt as a consequence, accepting nothing short of excellence. Which was, of course, his first mistake.
Being too much a tom-elf to pull off the shy, retiring elf maiden thing and please my mother, but not cruel enough to be the Total Warrior and please Father, I opted to please myself and went in search of a bit of the studious life. This drove Father into a black rage, when I returned he broke the blade of my sword and threw me out of the house, forbidding my return. This was his second mistake.
I travelled far, nearly dying of cold and hunger in the high passes of the Misty Mountains. I came down by following one of the sources of the Anduin, but turned north of mighty Mirkwood and went eastward, along the feet of Ered Mithrin. There, between the two easternmost ranges of the Grey Mountains, a mysterious old man found me starving and half dead, and took me in. He would not give me his true name, but told me he was of the Istari and bade me call him Luinil. In his well-hidden, maze-like dwelling, cut from the living rock of a mountainside, I learned much.
When I finally disobeyed my father nearly a half a century afterwards, I came home to find that he had let my mother completely fade away from grief, and to this day I doubt he mourned her at all. He made his next mistake by trying his old bullying tactics on me. Cornered and forced to fight, I ended up besting and beating the living tar out of him. He put a potent curse on me then swore to hunt me down and exact revenge. That was, of course, his last mistake. However, in taking his life, I made the curse permanent. Ah well.
I left and returned to my studies for a time, but even kindly Luinil could not still the restlessness that began to grow in me, finally becoming intolerable. 'Twas he that gifted me the new blade for my sword. Since the blade was of elvish make, I discarded the last connection with my father and renamed it "Celebamarth", so it is the first thing I could truly claim as my own.
The years, and the miles, passed . . .
An unfortunate encounter with a Black Sorcerer gave me immortality, but it was against my will and at a terrible cost. I returned to Luinil, haunted and spritually broken. Once more, he sheltered me and through long years of intense study and training, I found a measure of peace. But again, the restlessness returned . . .
I drifted southwest and my travels took me through Mirkwood, where I learned much of my mothers kind. The Elven bow was a gift of great love, its ways learned and mastered in bright days of song and soaring youth. I carry it yet, in bittersweet memory of the Elven prince who walks with me no more, taken by treachery into shadow, cruelly cut down in the prime of his strength. His dying gift is a mystery I have yet to solve, so it is worn hidden, lying against my flesh in constant reminder of what has been, and what is yet to be discovered. Ah, fairest Brilhennion, never will I meet your like again . . .
And yet more years and miles have passed . . .
I have seen the ways of men, and the charming, childlike joy of the "little race", the Hobbit-folk of the Shire. I have met elves light and dark, and have traded and drank with the Dwarves in their stone halls. I know what ancient evil still moves within the bowels of the earth, and have fought it and lived. I have seen the bright sea, and lain dreaming, drowsy and drunk with sunshine on pale sandy shores. I have seen from afar the white city, and the endless plains of the Rohirrim. But ever have I shunned anything that whispers too loudly of Númenor.
I have travelled long and wide and learned enough to know that there is still far, far more to see, read, hear and write. I have made and lost friends, known and mourned a husband and lover, fought and been at peace, sang and sorrowed, felt the swell of hope and the bitter sting of despair.
At home nowhere, I wander still . . .
And now, the past has truly come to claim me. I must break the ties to it, or see my future crumble to dust. It will wait no longer, the Scribe has taken the road, to either her death, or her Redemption.
Post 61
elora
Date Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2002 4:39 pm
Name: Elora Starsong
Age: Unknown - see bio
Gender: Female
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 120 pounds (I think - forgive my metric slowness)
Build: Lithe, strong but definately feminine
Hair:Copper curls fall to hips
Eyes:All colours ever changing, constantly moving over a violet iris - darkens to violet when gravely injured, exhausted or enraged
Race: Ainur - not Valar, not Maia she is "otherwise'
Marital Status: Married to Lord Turin Turambar
Occupation:Guardian of Arda, sworn to service of Eru and protection of his will within the circles of Arda. Sleepless foe of Morgoth, and all who seek to twist Eru's vision. Huntress of Evil. Stints spent as dancer, singer, teacher and adviser.
Skills:Sole direct wielder of the Flame Imperishable within Arda. Weaponsdancer, chiefly with sword and dagger, and unarmed combat. Effective with bow and spear - touches not the axe. Musician and lover or lore. Highly developed specialised skills for the eradication of all evil creatures spawned by Melkor. Unable to harm Children of Illuvator through solemn oath to her master, despite the blackness of their hearts.
Personality: Fiercely inderpendant and likely to challenge anything she sees fit. Fascinated by the Children of Illuvator, her husband and child in particular. Prone to merriness, with a mischevious and irreverant approach, she assumes her grave official duties as needed but much prefers to walk amongst the Children as part of them rather than Guardian. A terrible wrath when provoked, she despises all forms of evil and reveres hope as the only way to sustain those she loves. She is known to be mercurial and willful at times, knows her own mind in all things. Curious, more so than even the Noldor, which gets her in trouble and trusting, too much so at times.
Bio:Traveled to Arda with the Ainur in love with her Master's creation. Initially close allies with Melkor, Orome and Aule, Melkor's evil undid that. Travelled to Middle-earth before the Awakening of the Eldar, to protect Eru's Children from Melkor's depradations. A long running strife between her and House Feanor has tested her oath against Children to its very limits. Due to betrayal, Elora found it necessary to surround herself with isolation and keep herself appart from others lest she bring harm to them through her ongoing war with Melkor. A roaming warrior, often solitary prior to meeting her beloved, who is as likely to frequent places of ill-repute and associate with grim characters as she is to visit palaces, councils and speak with lords, kings and ladies. Very close ties to House Fingolfin and now Hador, through her beloved husband.
Post 62
RavenTinuviel
Date Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2002 5:51 am
Name: Raven Tinuviel
Age: Unsure. Estimates year of birth as 1st age 305-315
Gender: Female
Race: Eldar
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 100 pounds
Build: small frame, feminine with some hidden strength.
Hair: Black with a dark brown tint when in direct sunlight.
Eyes: Dark brown, near solid black and sometimes with a silvery gleam to them.
Skin Varies from a pale tan to deep olive depending on the season and exposure to the sun.
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Many. With high Elvan blood lineage, she knew herblore and was an enchantress of sorcery. She had worked in many lands in many trades over the many years... jewelsmith, exotic dancer, metalsmith, bar wench, gardener, prostitute, cook, needleworker, thief, hunter, and lover of animals. She was a survivor for she did what she had to do to get by.
Skills: Small sword and dagger she knew how to use, but her blade of choice was a finger knife. Rarely she carried a weapon other than that, which she kept well hidden. She had learned unarmed combat and evasion as a child and furthered these skills when she lived for a time with a man, but when he was slain in battle, she learned no more but kept up with what she knew. She loved to hunt with a bow and was a fair shot with her bow of old. She could play a harp and had a few songs of her own, and had a small flute that she wiould play music for the birds to listen to. Lover or lore of all lands, Raven remembered knowledge especially if it interested her.
Personality: She was her own person and was sometimes headstrong. She could be passive but it was usually because she wished or had need to be. Sometimes she was too trusting, and usually her judge of character was good, but a few times she had gotten int trouble. She was subtle and found no problem weaving a tale or do what she must to gain her own ends. Having once been in love with Amras, son of Feanor, they planned to be wed, but before the wedding she fell for his twin brother Amrod. Wishing not to cause Amras grief, she left their lands in the night and Raven loved not ever another of the Eldar.
Bio: Raven was the elder child of Eöl and Aredhel, born premature and abandoned by Aredhel for she feared Eöl because she bore not a son. Aredhel told Eöl she miscarried and so the scrolls shown no record of her birth and her younger brother Maeglin was only child of Eöl, for she was forgotton. But Aredhel did for a time hold faint hope that her daughter may have lived, but she never would know for sure. Raven was discovered soon afterward by a scouting party of the men of Bëor and they were the one who gave her the name of Raven when it became apparent she was not dead, for a flight of the dark birds hovered about where she lay in the grasses. She was cared for and nursed to health and soon gained strength. But she was always small, and her dark complexion, hair, and eyes were always apparent to the men. As she grew, she had trouble getting along with all but a few of the other children. One incident that took place was some of the Edain children tried to drown her in a river because she was different, but she learned to swim and went across on them. She feared water from that day forward. Since she was shunned by her peers, she would watch and talk and ask questions of adults as much as they allowed her, and watched them in their trades. She especially enjoyed the visits of ones that were called Eldar, and the dwarves who they had befriended from the mountains. In this way she began learning skills at an early age, and it seemed she remembered it all. As she grew to womanhood, she went with her parents to a place where the dwarves come to trade with the Eldar, and the Edain would attend also. She was seen by one of Thingols tradesmen and he thought her to be Tinuviel. From that time she took that name as her last, for she knew now that she was Eldar, but she knew not her line and bent her thought to know of her birth parents. Soon she bade farewell to the families who raised her and set out on her own, wandering from place to place. Through the years she ever gained knowledge and in her wanderings, she did what she had always had done in life from the beginning, survive.
Post 63
AurabellaBolger
Date Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2002 8:00 am
Name: Aurabella Philocletta Averilla Cecillina Bolger. She's "Aurey" or "Abbie" (for A.B., her initials) to her friends. The nickname "Bella" is just too common in the Shire, and she disdains anything common.
Race: Hobbit
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-nine
Height: 3'8"
Weight: The less said on that subject, the better.
Hair: Black -- long, thick, straight. Very proud.
Eyes: Deep sapphire blue. Also very proud.
Marital status: Single, but she is yet very young, and finds matters of courtship and marriage rather silly.
Occupation: Assistant to the Head Librarian, helps catalog old documents and histories
Skills: Keen eyes, even keener sense of smell, quick and nimble feet, good memory (which will aid her as she chronicles the deeds of other questors). Not much good at fighting just yet, but she is anxious to learn; hopes to find someone to teach her archery.
Weapons: Sword and shield, generously donated to her by fellow questors
Appearance: Prefers trousers, because skirts aren't so good for running and jumping and climbing. Black trousers, grey blouse, belt, black cloak.
Personality: She will almost never say in two words what she can say in ten. Her imagination is rapid-fire and leaps from one thing to another, leading friends and acquaintances to the impression that she is "flighty" or a "flibbertigibbet"; her employer loses patience with her because when he gives her books or old documents to shelve, she'll disappear for a couple of hours, only to be discovered sitting down and reading that which she was supposed to have put away, and daydreaming herself into the stories it tells. She would like to be an adventurer herself but isn't sure she has what it takes. At some times she feels it was a mistake that she was born a hobbit, that inside she is a great and powerful elf-warrior -- but when it comes to being IN dangerous situations, she knows she is a hobbit after all.
Biography: Aurabella is an orphan and her parentage is uncertain. As an infant, she was adopted by kindly Fredegar Bolger, but that hasn't saved her from the jeers and taunts of others that she's "somebody's by-blow." Because of this suspicion she was left out of most of the childhood sports of her peers, and as a child divided her time between climbing trees and making marvelous studies of the flights of birds, and playing in the garden of Samwise Gamgee, who appreciated her fanciful nature and told her wondrous stories. As she has grown up, she has collected the stories of friends and acquaintances and compiled them into books of her own. Now, however, the time has come for her to live her own story, what she calls (with her accustomed sense of drama) her "destiny."
Post 64
Ronnan
Date Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2002 7:31 pm
CHARACTER 1:
Name: Ronnan (no family name - refer to bio)
Age: Born first age
Race: Eldar
Height: 6'2"
Build: Slim, muscular but not overtly so
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Personality: A rascal through and through. Ronnan is known for his pragmatic morals and opportunistic perspective. He is not evil, but he is hardly good according to his peers. An outsider, with no family to speak off, he is capricious. Rather like an elven version of Shakespeare's Puck from "A midsummer's night dream". Very charming, he is well liked by women and despised by men. Not entirely trustworthy, not entirely treacherous, Ronnan is a creature of his passions - anything of value, fine food or wine, beautiful women, song and dance with a beautiful woman.
Skills: Ronnan is a master thief. Noone and nothing is sacrosanct. He is skilled with dagger, but prefers to talk his way out of difficult places. He can climb anything, walk anywhere and break into and out of anything.
Bio: Ronnan is the disowned child of a less important Feanorian lord. Raised by default, passed from one to another in that proud court, Ronnan developed a healthy lack of respect for authority. He left, seeking his fortune as soon as possible and with him took a few precious pieces to help him on his road. That led to another theft, and so forth until Ronnan became quite good at it. He has stolen from elf, human and dwarf. He's been through everywhere except Gondolin and Doriath, but he's working on both. Ronnan has even stolen from Morgoth. He stumbled across Elora Starsong by accident. She threw him out of a tree, had him arrested and broke his heart all in one fell swoop yet still Ronnan years for her. Despite the fact that she married someone else, he still hopes for the day that she would smile and dance with him as she does Turin Turambar. His attempts to make this so have earnt Ronnan the intense dislike of Turin, and his character continues to sink in Elora's estimation. But being a creature of his passions, Ronnan continues to pursue the stuff of his dreams.
Post 65
Aezara
Date Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2002
((occ: This is a great idea. Good thinking, Leslie-ElfWarrior! ))
Name: Aezara Purewater
Name origins:
Aezara: Aezarama was the name of a Warrior-Princess in a story Aezara made up when she was little. She gave it the meaning “Pure Green Eyes.” She took the name and shortened it for her own use.
Purewater: Aezara’s first memory is of waking up next to a fresh water stream. Later in her life, when she needed a last name, her thoughts drifted back to that memory, and she gave herself the name “Purewater”.
Occupation: Wanders around and does odd jobs, etc
Race: Human
Class: Rouge
Sex: Female
Build: Tall and muscular
Marital Status: Single...not exactly the belle of the ball or anything...
Age: 20
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 146 lbs (all muscle...)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, braided close to the head then pulled back with rings through the ends
Armor: (Studded) Leather
Weapons: Two daggers, one with an ivory handle, one with an ebony handle; Shortsword with silver-coated handle
Skills: Riding, throwing daggers, swimming, running, climbing, swordplay, hand-to-hand combat
Beast: Black male horse named Mamid with a white muzzle
Distinguishing characteristics: Black scar running across left eye; Good Luck Horseshoe tattooed on back of right shoulder.
Likes: Drinking, Fighting, and dancing.
Hates: the Night, the ocean, traveling alone
Personality: Aezara is a lone wolf, even though she hates traveling by herself, she just can't seem to make any really good friends. Her closest companion is her horse Mamid, which means "Star Dancer"
Fighting: Aezara is very skilled with daggers and swords, but she can't handle any weapon longer than a Shortsword (A Shortsword is about a foot long or, give or take a couple of inches...for those using the metric system, I'm sorry I just made your life more difficult...). She is best at close-range combat, if she can get underneath and stab her opponent, but she is also skilled with throwing her daggers at long range.
Past: Aezara's memory goes back till when she was five, and, since then, all she can remember is being alone. Her oldest memory is of waking up next to a fresh-water stream in the middle of a forest. She has been wandering around ever since, having all sorts of misadventures and making all sorts of friends and enemies. She is currently plauged by a group of bandits who want her horse and her greatest treasure (see below...).
Greatest Treasure: A bridle made of gold thread and pure mithril ...she's had this as long as she can remember, so she thinks her parents left it for her. It's the only clue she has to finding her family.
Post 66
Markus-TheKnight
Date Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2002 8:52 pm
Name:Sir Markus
Race:Human
Gender:Male
Age:29 years old
Build:Muscular
Height:6'4"
Weight:205 pounds
Hair Color:Jet Black
Eye Color:Light blue
(Blind in right eye with a scar over his right eye.)
Marital Status:Single
Occupation:Knight
Outfit:Black cotton suite
Skills include:Blind fighting, meditation,hand to hand combat, twin weapon use, horseback riding, rope use,ect.
Means of Travel:By horseback (No specific horse)
Personality:Easy going, Kings and country come first, protect the weak!!
Weapons of Choice:Two handed long sword, forged by character. Secondary weapon is two short swords.
Past Bio:Orphaned as a child, he has no memory of his real parents. He lived with a kindly old woman named Camilla, when she died she told Markus to fulfill his dreams and destiny. So at age 16 he set out going from town to town learning to fight with anyone that would teach him. At 19 he married Laura of Bree, at 20 he and Laura had a daughter named Kimberly. After they were killed at the end of the great war. He joined the army of Gondor. Some years later he earned the title Knight.
Post 67
Snowdawg
Date Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2002 6:03 pm
This is a boost for this thread for Nicole Proudfoot.
I will post Snowdogs Bio here at a later date when I get all the pieces worked together.
Post 68
Maiden_of_the_Ice
Date Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2002 7:25 pm
Name:Briltathraiel
Race:Elven
Gender:Female
Age:Unknown;estimaied 100
Height:5'8"
Weight:110
Build:Trim and tall
Hair Color:Thick Dark Brown hair she wears in a knee-length braid
Skin Color:Light olive
Eye Color:Deep blue-black
Marital Status:a declared Bachelorette (time being)
Occupation:She is a dedicated huntress and practices medicine and herbology skills passed down from her grandmother
Family History:Her Great great grandfather was Gil-galad's oldest brother and her family has always been esteemed and respected as warriors and council members
Outfit:She wears a red linen tunic, long black silk breeches,
soft black leather boots, and a cape of navy wool fastened with a silver broach
Means of Travel:Her first choice is to ride on her gray stallion named Steppping Shadow and when on water she prefers a kayak to a canoe or ship.
Weapons of Choice:She would choose a long-bow or cross-bow above all else, and her second pick is a slim silver simitar.
Skills Include:Riding, Kayaking, Swimming, Archery,
Acrobatics, Herbalism, Healing; she also has a good intellect
Personality:Briltathraiel is a loner yet she feels a kin to every elf. She is happiest when in the woods on a quest writing in her journal on a sun filled day. She is almost telepathic at times and concentrates hard to fulfill her goal(see bio). When not fighting she is calm and peaceful.Her general nature is shy and withdrawn and she is always on her gaurd. Images o the past haunt her dreams.
Bio:Born in the Elven kingdom to the west, Briltathraiel was raised by kind and loving elves. Her Grandmother taught her from age three how to prepare herbs and potions. She remembers looking out to sea over the ocan and wondering how far she could swim across it. Even as a toddler she was reserved. Brilta, as her friends call her, knew little of orcs until they seiged a port in Gray Haven where her father was preparing to take her family to Rivendell to meet with friends.
Only her littlest sister and Mother survived,for the three females were down at the beach and managed to take shelter under a piece of driftwood,leaving her Father, brother, Uncle, and her friend's family dead. She was left behind when her mother had been seperated from her in the confusing aftermath. She took an oath to rid Middle Earth of orcs - with or without assistance - and has been on her quest for 86 years.
Every so often she joins a quest to aid her fellow beings; and has made several companions. She was betrothed to a Rivendell elf; a lean warrior who wholeheartedly helped her in her goal and was slain by orcs after a year of captivity. After this she worked even harder to hunt orks and destroy them. She stills keeps his silver broach that she believes to be a lucky charm for her.
Post 69
Nicole_Proudfoot
Date Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2002 5:29 pm
Note: this is my Character's info!
Name:Nicole Proudfoot
Race:Hobbit
Gender:Female
Age:38 (in the rpgs!) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
Alliance:Shire
Marital Stratus:Ummm... well... let's see.. I like a hobbit from the books but I haven't finished them so it's best I don't say a thing. Umm I'll make one up named... Erodoa!! (well hey, don't hobbits have names kinda like that??)So I'm not married yet, but I'm uhh... dating him <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
Weapon:A sword is prefered
Discription:Nicole Proudfoot is a beautiful young hobbit with light chessnut hair down to her knees. She usually wears her favorite emerald cloak. She is short, as she is a hobbit. She has sparkling green eyes
Horse: Nicole's horse is whitish gray/ silverish. (I don't know if I've mentioned her name berfore but if this is different then it's because I forgot it
) Her name is Emerald because she has an emerald saddle, and emereld eyes. She's an elvish horse.And more I'm too lazy to put. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
Post 70
Murannon
Date Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2002 6:54 am
Name: Murannon
Race: Balrog
Gender: Male
Age: 5327
Height: 30'3"
Weight: 340 pounds
Hair color: Firy red
Eye Color: Firy red
Marrital Status: Single
Occupation: Maia of Melkor the Morgoth.
Commander of the Northern Uruks.
Outfit: Heavy Archon plate, forged in the smithy of Utumno.
My trusted sword AzureWrath, Crystal Sword of Eternal Fire
Forged in Angband using the fire of Glaurung himself.
Means of travel: To command and conquer.
Skills: Skilled with my sword, AzureWrath and whip, and devastating
physical power.
Personality: loyal to my masters, wise on the battlefield, evil in
heart and soul.
Main Bio:
I served Melkor before his ways became evil and corruptive towards the other Valar. I served him faithfully and became a Maia of note; and when the Great Wars started, I fought bravely and I survived Dagor Bragollach, Nirnaeth Arnoediad and the War of Wrath.
I escaped to the north when the Thangorodrim and with it Angband fell, and I survived in the depths of Carn Dûm, where my brother went to the south, to Khazad Dûm.
In the Third Era I became Commander of the Northern mountain Uruks, and although in the South, Gorthaur and Mordor regained their strenght, I staid in Carn Dûm and didn't travel to Mordor; altough I sometimes leave the depths and wander around Middle Earth.
Post 71
wisteria
Weaver/Bard of Fangorn Forest
Date Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2002 4:42 pm
Name: Wisteria
Race: human
Gender: Female
Age: difficult to tell
Height: 5ft, 4in
Weight: some would say “voluptous”
Hair color: auburn
Eye color: brown
Marital status: unimportant
Occupation: Weaver, but also member of the Bard' guild so she's not adverse to singing for her supper
Outfit: usually is seen in a plain homespun dress, although she does dress for Festivals
Weapon: a stout stick which she wields with deadly accuracy
Means of travel: by foot mostly; can ride, but doesn’t own a horse
Personality: somewhat shy when first getting to know people; often waits for them to speak first. Enjoys being around people, but is apt to be found at her loom when she wants to be alone.
Bio: Prefers not to speak of her past; her eyes get alternately hard or misty when people ask about it. She has found a home and friends in the Lucky Fortune Inn and for a while was quietly smitten with Master Erinhue, her TORC adopter. But now she sees him as a great friend and simply enjoys the company of her friends.
Post 72
Rikku_The_Elf
Date Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2002 5:04 pm
Name:Celedien
Race:Elf
Gender:Female
Age:120
Height: Quite tall
Weight:110
Hair Color: Blond then jaggedly cuts into red.
Eye Color: Dark Stary Blue
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Lorien Elf
Weakness: Music
Means of Travel: tall, slender, black horse with a great span of
wings named Mage.
Weapons: The deadly Butterfly Sword, whip, throwing knives, a Long Elven Re-curve Bow and arrows.
Outfit: Black Spagetti Strap top and a black skirt that goes around the back then joins just under her bellybutton, with a blue gem, and another piece of fabric hangs from the gem. ( Also sometimes has a golden cloak to cover up in the cold.)
Skills Include: Archery, horse riding, dancing, singing, cooking, fashions, swimming, tree leaping
As a child Celedien had a perfect life, until she got bored of just lying around in the gardens. So Celedien when't off into Middle-Earth alone (this is when she found out she was desparatly afraid of being alone). Celedien was fighting off a small army of orcs when a black pegasus picked her up and flew her to safety. Ever since then Celedien has had a speacial bond with her black pegasus, Mage.
Personality: Celedien's personality is usualy quite hyper but sometimes very moody.
Post 73
PrincessMelika
Date Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2002 6:52 pm
Name: Princess Melika
Race: Man
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Princess in Exile, Traveler until such time as she finds a way to return home to reclaim her throne.
Outfit: Camoflauge when traveling. An attractive blue dress when not traveling.
Means of Travel: A grey mare named Kidja.
Weapons of Choice: A sword which, when knocked out of her hand, returns to it's sheath. Ordinary bow and quiver of arrows. Hunting knife used as a last resort when in combat.
Skills Include:Pretty good with sword. Some skills as a healer. Knows quite a bit of woodcraft from her experiences as a Shepherdess; almost as much (if not as much) as the average elf.
Personality: Has sense of humor and is intelligent. However, because of childhood experiences, has a fear of rejection, and a desire to be accepted by others. Fiercely loyal to friends (Oyarsa, Anya, Lysandros, and others) Slow to anger, most of the time.
Bio:
I was born and raised up a Princess, until one fateful day, when my life was changed forever. I was only five.
It was a hot summer day, and I was exploring the Peoras Woods with my father's majordomo, Yama, who had been instructed to watch over me. Contendedly fishing "bear-style" by trying to knock the fish out of the water with my bare hand in a small nearby stream, I didn't notice the annoyed look on my guardian's face.
"Princess, we must return to the castle, your lunch well be served in less than an hour."
I looked up and started to reply, when a herd of deer rushed by us, and a flock of ravens flew over head, cackling noisily.
"Why did they run like that, why did the deer look scared, Yama?"
"I am unsure, Princess, but we need to leave now."
After Yama had begun "I am unsure..." I had gone back to playing in the water, a red film over the top of the water caused me to leap backwards a good yard.
"Yama, the water's bloody! Make it stop."
Grabbing my hand, Yama made me run with him, and the two of us climbed on his dapple gray mare, Rochella. (I required help to get into the saddle). Yama urged Rochella into a gallop, and we both headed back into the castle. That began one of the darkest days of my life. Yama looked back to watch the trees being licked with flame. Fear could be seen in his eyes as realization of the situation came to him, and to preserve my innocence of the matter, covered my eyes so I would not see it.
When I returned home, my parents were releived to find that I was safe. With my 2 brothers, and one of my two sisters (I noticed that Xylia, the second eldest, was missing, and when I asked, noone seemed to know where she was.) I followed my siblings into the secret corridors of the palace. I remembered a favorite locket of mine that I had left in my bedroom, and broke from the end of the line to turn left to the corridor leading to my bedroom. My eldest brother Davino called for me to come back, that Papa and Mama had said that we were to stick together, but I stuck my tongue out at him, and pushed the lever to open the secret panel to the bedroom.
Finding the locket lying on my nightstand, I put it on and ran for the door, to reenter the corridor and find my siblings. I heard a scream, and ran to find the source. Yama leapt out from the shadows and grabbed me in his strong arms.
I tried to free myself, but was not strong enough. In my frustation, I said: "Yama, let me go! I wanna see what happened!"
"No, Princess. I won't let you."
"What happened!?!" I screamed louder.
"There was an ambush in the corridor Princess."
I looked up at Yama, confused. "What's an ambush?"
"An attack, Princess." As understanding began to register on my face, he continued, slowly and patiently.
"There are enemies afoot, and they have learned how to enter the secret passageways. Your siblings were murdered as they slipped further into the shadows. I tried to help, but arrived too late. Your brother Davino managed to crawl away from the murderers, but was mortally wounded himself. Before he died, he told me that you had gone to your bedroom, and to get you."
I froze, and broke down crying. Yama released me.
"Come," Yama said quietly. They are looking for you now, just as they are looking for your royal parents. If your screaming and crying hasn't given us away, we may yet escape." He held his hand out to help me up, but I backed away, more stunned at his story than upset with him.
I looked at Yama, my eyes full of pain and anger, and ran towards the throne room, slipping through the door, and shutting it quickly, I crawled under the throne, crying myself to sleep.
I woke up several hours later, to the sounds of celebration. A slim figure dressed entirely in black was entering the room, its face covered with a veil. Gliding across the throne room's carpet, the figure slithered its way to the throne, and sat down. I held my breath, and dared not move.
"Long live Queen Xylia!"
Queen Xylia? How could this be? And why had she dressed up in black? Black was a sad color, for when someone died, not a color normally worn at a coronation. A giantish figure, at least, from the perspective of a five-year-old he was huge, stepped in front of the throne. I recognized him as the former captain of the guards, whom Papa had dismissed only a few months before. A cruel look was on his face, and he presented a sword drenched in blood.
"Here is the proof that King Hamdel and Queen Bella did not survive."
Another figure stepped forward. "And your siblings were eliminated in the passageways"
Xylia laughed, but it was not the merry laughter we had shared before, the laugh was cold and cruel.
"Then there is noone who can stand in my way."
I didn't process everything at the time, but seeing the blood of my parents on a sword, and hearing conformation of the death of my brothers and sister was too much. I howled in misery. That nearly cost me my life, for Xylia, drew a broadsword from its sheath that hung from the back of the throne, and swung the sword around beneath the throne.
My size is what saved me. Had I been bigger, or had she swung lower, I would have been no more. However, she succeeded in pining my cape to the ground, and as I struggled, she reached with a forefinger and thumb, and caught me by the ear.
I kicked and screamed to get loose, and I was shoved backwards, landing on my posterior. Xylia raised the sword in the air, began its descent in a slow downward arc...then stopped, frowning. She motioned for the former captain of the guards, whose name I did not know, to come closer.
"If I do this, some servant loyal to my father may see it, and may try to use the law against me. (I later found out that any royal who commits intentional murder gives up their claim to the throne.) Take her outside, and finish the job."
It was a day of trials, and also a day of miracles. Yama poked his head through the passageway, and seeing my predictament, pulled out a quiver of arrows that he had hidden under his cloak. Stringing his bow, he fitted an arrow to the string, then released.
One of Xylia's soldiers was shot in the forehead. The ex captain was shot in the shoulder with two arrows. 6 more arrows caused panic among the soldiers, who believed the arrows to be coming out of thin air by an invisible army, perhaps by the ghosts of the dead Royals themselves.
Yama ran out then, and grabbed me. Xylia had taken cover during Yama's onslaught, but upon seeing Yama, a great rage overtook her and she again raised her sword. This time the blade landed between Yama's shoulders. She leaned down to finish Yama off with a knife she kept hidden in her royal robes.
The former captain of the guards had not been idle, when he saw Yama struck down, he pulled out a long black arrow of his own, and released. However, his timing was bad, and the arrow hit Xylia in her neck. She died instantly.
The former captain approached me, and I had no doubt of his intentions. I ran out of the throne room, he followed, telling the guards remaining to ignore their wounds and go down other passages, with intent to surround me.
As I ran down a corridor, I spied one of those soldiers, waiting for me ahead. I hid in the shadows, and back tracked to the throne room door. The captain was not at the door, he had run down one of the passageways.
I opened the door of the throne room, then locked all the locks I could reach-the bottom two. I turned around, and Yama still laid on the floor, his eyes were beginning to glass over. Xylia lay at his feet, already dead.
I walked over to him, and he turned upon hearing my footsteps.
"It's me, Yama. Princess Melika."
"Princess." Yama motioned for me to come closer.
"We haven't a moment to spare" He whispered as I complied. "Your family has been murdered, your treacherous sister is dead, the rebels she gathered seek your life. You must go, Princess. It is no longer safe for you here."
"But Yama, I don't understand, what about the fire, and the deer and the blood we saw earlier."
"The fire was a distraction, to allow the rebels to have better odds at entering with most people trying to stop the blazes. Deer naturally run from danger, Princess, and the blood was from those brave guards at the city gates who fought to keep the rebels out."
Yama saw that in my hand I still clutched my necklace. "Put your necklace on, Princess." Confused, I obeyed. Yama saw the confused look on my face. "Princess, the locket on your necklace..."
He said no more.
"Yama? Yama? Wake up, Yama. Wake up!" But it was in vain. Yama was dead. Scared, and now with none that I considered a friend, I ran outside.
Now, the palace was surrounded on the South by mountains, on the West and North by forests, and on the South by the Sea of Fire. This was aptly named. By reasons i have yet been able to determine, the sea of fire did not consume our land (or if it did, it was not enough to notice).
My running outside alerted other rebels, who blew their horns and came after me, some horsed, some on foot. Within a matter of minutes, they had blocked me everywhere but the Sea of Fire. Swords were drawn, arrows notched to the bow, but they were not released. Obviously, they intended to drive me toward the fiery sea, not smite me with weapons. Another horn blew, and a command was uttered in a foreign tongue that I did not understand. An important looking man came to the front. He repeated his order in my tongue and said this:
"Are you a pack of dogs, that consider yourselfs great for cornering a helpless fawn? Get back and return to the palace! The King prepares for his coronation. This is a job for one man, not an army!"
The soldiers (who were evidently under the man's command) obeyed, and I found myself alone with the officer. He raised his sword, looked around him, as if checking to see if there was any that were watching. Then he turned to me.
"It's rotten business killing children. And noone can call himself a man who does it, your Highness. The soldiers have gone, but they may yet return, upon finding that they were not invited to the coronation.
"Whose coro-nation?"
"King Cassius--you may know him as ex-captain of the guards."
"But he can't be king! Not as long as..."
"...you live? Exactly, Princess. That's the entire point." The officer seemed to remember he was talking to a child. "There are some men who don't care what they do to get what they want. Cassius wanted revenge against your family. Well, he's gotten it. He seduced your sister and used her as a pawn. Now you are the only one in his way."
The officer lifted me to my feet. "However, I am not the sort of man that considers it an honor to bear the blood of children on my sword, therefore, I'm going to let you go. Run for your life, Princess. Leave this land. It will no longer welcome you."
Feeling totally crushed, empty, and alone, I ran towards the Sea of Lava, a flurry of wings was heard, as well as the screech of an eagle, and I fainted and remembered no more.
I woke up later at the house of an unassuming shepherd. He taught me many things, and I lived at his house until 19, when I ran away. But that is another story, for another time. I entered Middle Earth through a cave. I stumbled upon the White Tower and pledged my Allegiance to the AML.
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That is pretty much it.
Post 74
Turelie_Lurea
Phoenix from the Storm
Date Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2002
Name: Turelie_Lurea (or just Ture or Lurea)
Race: Half-Teleri, half-sorceress
Gender: Female
Age: Appears 20-ish, born in the First Age
Height: Normally 5'8", but utilizing her powers as a sorceress, she is currently slightly shorter than Hobbituk
Weight: Very slender; willowy and quite flexible
Hair color: Coppered Chestnut
Eye color: Color of the Stormiest Sky
Marital Status: Soon to be Married
Occupation: Princess of Diadron, Half-Sister of Nenya. Master Weatherspell--WeatherChanger of RaumoVaiwa, the land of ThunderWind.
Outfit: Sorceress's cape over a royal Elf's garments. Blue and stormy green are the prevailing colors; deep blues and greys make up her cloak. A Bard's pin, a lovely brooch from Parm, Hobbituk's family heirloom, and Erinhue's "Hobbit Protector" necklace also make up her accessories that she is never without.
Means of Travel: Lightningeyes, her snow-white horse, or Kulurien, the copper dragon from Minas Tirith who chose Lurea as her rider into battle.
Weapons of Choice: "Alcarin", her blade, and the "Raumo Topaz", the Air Ring of Raumo Lightning. With the ring, she has the destroying and the healing power of the lightning bolt. She also has a bow and arrows tipped with poison. The "Hobbit Protector" throws a protective bubble around Hobbituk if he is in danger and also gives Lurea the power to heal herself and others.
Skills Include: Can move faster than the speed of light with the Topaz ring, agile, and able to control the weather to an extent.
Personality: Typically quite sweet, but her beautiful exterior hides the unquenchable fire within. Her tongue may sometimes lash, but it is how she survived when all seemed lost. Even in the happiest of moments, she tends to dwell on the past, especially when she was under the spell by the Master and nearly killed her dearest friends (while tormenting the man she loved, destroying their relationship).
Bio: She was born to a family of affluence, the Kingdom of Diadron, her mother Thalia marrying the king, Turnen,the father of Nenya. After many happy years spent with her family, Grehir the Evil One took over Diadron and a great battle ensued, Turnen being murdered soon after. With a command no one could move against, Turnen, not long before his death, sent Thalia and Turelie away where they would not be harmed. Her mother was murdered by Mirkwood elves who despised the kind sorceress and Ture was sent to live with a family in Lothlorien with close ties to the Lady Galadriel. There she finished her childhood years and went on a journey with TinuvielUndomiel, the girl whose family adopted her. Meanwhile, Nenya continued to fight the battle of Diadron, eventually winning back the throne. Ture and Tinu found the land of RaumoVaiwa and discovered that the current Lords and Ladies of the WeatherChangers were dying. The leader of them all, the Master Weatherspell, gave Turelie his staff and gave her his occupation, thus dying in her arms. So, Turelie and Tinu found others to aid in the weather production in the lost land of RaumoVaiwa for the peoples of MiddleEarth. Since then, she has become a knight of Minas Tirith, been under a terrible spell that turned her into an evil seductress who attempted to murder her closest friends, and met a sweet little hobbit named Hobbituk, to whom she shall soon be married.
The Story of Culanir and Lurea
This is a tale of tragedy and one that Lurea cannot speak of to anyone, not even her beloved Hobbituk. While she trained as a knight of Minas Tirith, she came into the company of Culanir of Ithilien, a strong, determined man with hair the color of fire. Her heart was ignited, but she knew that her family would never approve of such a match. So, she flirted with him, especially when they practiced their swordplay. Since she was the sister of Nenya, the leader of the Knights of Minas Tirith, she always had her way and got Culanir as her partner for most of the matches she wished to fight. However, her brother grew suspicious of the attentions she bestowed upon the knight and demanded that she distance herself, lest he send her back to Diadron.
She followed her brother's orders, but found it easy to comply only because Culanir was sent to far-off lands to fight. Her nights were filled with tears and agonies beyond bearing. She prayed that he would be returned to her safely, and that, if he were, she would run away with him. But the only other times she saw him, she was directly beneath the hawklike stare of her overbearing brother. So, she remained cold and aloof.
It was not for many years that the two saw one another again. At a chance meeting in Dol Amroth, with her brother safely in Minas Tirith, she introduced herself at an Inn. Her heart leapt when she realized that he had not forgotten her. However, it would not be until days later that they would speak again, after she had struggled with her doppelganger. She decided to join him on his journey to investigate the elf murders, though she had been horribly disfigured by the doppelganger, making her extremely self-conscious. She felt at that time that he could never love her, though his affections remained as constant as they always had. Her wounds made her ill on the journey and Culanir, loving as always, had allowed her to ride on his horse with her. With his arms securely around her, her heart melted and she knew that she wished to spend the rest of her life with the brave knight.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Evil consorts stole the Diadronian princess and tormented her until she became evil, serving only the dark Master. Then, she was returned to her friends, seducing the men and confusing the women, breaking Culanir's heart further by chasing after Erinhue. Just before the planned execution of Erinhue and Culanir, the two of them (Culanir and Lurea), the evil spirit within vanquished for a moment, shared a passion that neither would ever forget, knowing one another as no one knew them.
However, soon after, the evil within took over and nearly killed both men. Then, when the plan failed, she took Culanir to the Master to be further tortured, even doing much of it herself. It was this betrayal that never allowed Culanir to forgive the sorceress elf. When the spell was finally broken, Lurea realized what she had done and wept over Culanir. She left soon after and has not seen him since, her heart broken, not to be repaired until meeting and falling for Hobbituk.
The Story of Hobbituk and Lurea
They met at a date auction, where Lurea had randomly decided to put herself up for bid. Hobbituk came in and bid outright the maximum price for a date with the peredhil.
The first date was brilliantly set up by Vanaladiel, Aerin, Leoba and the other barmaids of the Lucky Fortune Inn, creating a romantic atmosphere that guaranteed chemistry between the two diminuitive creatures. Afterwards, they went for a walk around the LFI, Lurea pushing Hobbi into the pool beside the waterfall. After splashing about, they stopped, staring into each other's eyes, Hobbi asking Lurea to be his Lady. By the time they had returned to the Inn, both were soaked and eliciting strange looks.
It was at the Roodmas Festival that Hobbi challenged Manwe beneath the stars in the still chilly air as he held Lurea. From then on, they had flour fights, fun cooking in the LFI kitchen, and bantering lovingly as they worked, forgetting completely about the challenge.
Then came Maelan, the Maia, who--under Manwe's orders--had come to show the hobbit the results of his challenge to the Valar. He put a spell on Lurea, making her trail after him, ignoring Hobbi. Hobbituk however, would not stand for it and fought the Maia bravely for his Lady back. He won at long last, but not without nearly losing his life. For weeks he was unconscious, fighting a battle against death, with Lurea by his side, freed from the spell, and fearing the worst. Guilt seized her cold heart and she blamed herself for everything. When he finally awoke, which happened to be the day of his birthday, everyone rejoiced. It was a while before he was back to his usual cooking of the stew, but as most hobbits, he was a fast healer.
However, a rift had opened between the couple as Lurea could not release herself from guilt's steel grip. When Hobbituk made a statement that was in itself innocent, Lurea took it as him blaming her for his injuries. For days the couple did not speak, both pained and bedridden in their agony.
Then the LongAwaited Bard's Festival came. Lurea arrived early and sat in the darkness for most of the party. Hobbituk came late and, not seeing her, became depressed. Friends came to console him, but it took a mutual friend, Tinu, to finally get them to speak to one another. After confessing what had been on their minds, Hobbi knelt on one knee and asked Lurea to be his wife. She acknowledged this happily and they merrily spent the remainder of the party holding one another as though they would never see each other again. They are currently planning their wedding for November.
Post 75
blondewookiee
Date Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2002 2:26 am
Name:Lyanna
Race:Half-Elf/Half-Dragon
Hair:Silver, long enough to reach the small of her back
Eyes:Violet
Age:appears to be 20 but is close to 50
Hight:6'
Weight:190lbs
Gender:Female
Build:Lyanna is tall and built she has well devloped muscles and good muscle tone.
Equipment:Backpack, longsword, 5 daggers, bow and arrows, battle axe, and shortsword. Also a black stallion named Drake.
Personality:She is dangerous, she kills anyone who crosses her path, though she does not hate anyone.
Bio:Lyanna is a child to her people, but humans find her most threatening. She is know to her people as Silver death, and to her people it is childish to kill for the sake of killing, Lyanna enjoys to see things dye. To Lyanna without death there can be no life so she feels she is expedating the circle of life.
Lyanna weapon of choice is a longsword, but is capable of using any type of sword. Lyanna is stronger than she appears, for she is a strange half-elf even to her half-elven people for she is half-dragon. Since the blood of dragons flows through her veins she is also capable of magic, though she rarely uses it.
Post 76
Tjeerd_the_Elf
Date Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2002 10:00 am
name:Carnëmerethion
race:maiar
genger:male
age: older than the world
height:about 1.90 meter
weight:...i don't know, never look at that, but not so heavy
hair color: blond
eye color: green/blue
marital status: single
outfit: black
means of travel: on a horse or a dragon
weapons of choice: a nice sword, bow and a staf(magical)
skills include: to much to say
personality: doesn't like humans. but can be very funny
Bio: Carnëmerethion was a maiar of Oromë. He loved walking in Middle earth and when the Arda was finished he didn't stay in Aman but went to Middle earth. He knew every path. When the elves came he took the shape of a elf and continued wandering. When the Noldor went back to Midlle earth, Ulmo came to the coast and called Carnëmerethion.
He had to help the good people against the evil until the last war were he should die to bring the elves and human and other races the victory. Ulmo gave him great powers, Carnëmerethion was more powerfull than sauron. But he may not use it only to protect his own land. Carnëmerethion accepted this mission and he found a valley in the Ered Luin, were a dragon slept in a cave. He tame the dragon and found his city there. He win over some elves and dwarfes to come to his city and there they lived and their nation grew bigger and bigger.In the city of the elves Tjeerd laid his ring in a chamber. That ring he made so that he couldn't use his great powers, only a small part he kept
Post 77
~Turin-Turambar~
Date Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2002 3:00 pm
blondewookie says: <<Half Elven half Dargon>>
The visuals on that one is amazing either way. So was your mother or your father a dragon???
Post 78
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2002 6:37 pm
Name: Lord/King Nenya
Race: Teleri
Gender: Male
Age: Depends on the time period... Was born before the first rising of the sun...
Height: 6'2"
Weight: Did they have scales in M-E? If they did, then he was about 170...
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Dark blue, if looked upon closely they are endlessly swirling blue and white...
Marital Status: Depends on the time period... Pretty much 'single' until the Third Age...
Occupation: King of Diadron, and Lord of Gondor
Outfit: Depends where I am...Diadron, I'm clad in various shades of dark blue. But in Gondor, usually Gondorian black and white, when I'm not in my knightly armour...
Means of Travel: Horses, Eärglin and Luinsul, and the mithril dragon Dagda.
Weapons of choice: Enchanted elven sword, Celebanar. Often wielding a long bow, arrows with mithril head...
Poison of choice: A large glass of wine...
Personality: Gentle, and very patient. Not one for killing, unless needs be. Serves the Light, and lives for his lady, Parador.
Bio: Here follows the extremely short version... Leaves out a whole bunch of detail...
Born in Alqualonde to Turnen and Malloth. As a child, he ventured away from Aman with his father, and founded a great city, Diadron. His mother, Malloth, died shortly after they departed, and his father eventually remarried a Sorceress named Thalia. Thalia bore him one child, Turelie Lurea. When Diadron's thrown was taken from his father, he left the Kingdom for many years. Upon his return, he rid the city of the evil's that plagued it and began a war with the man who took it over. He lead armies of elves to destroy that man, and settled again in the Palace of Mithril as King of Diadron. Came to Middle-Earth, where he stayed in Lothlorien until he ventured to Minas Tirith. He then started an Order of Knights, where he met his beautiful lady. Both served as knights, together, and with the downfall of Sauron, they together traveled back to Diadron, ruling it peacefully until the End of Days.
Sometime during the Fourth Age, they both tried to become Mithril Knights. And that tale is still being woven...
Post 79
Leoba
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 1:58 am
Post 80
Tjeerd_the_Elf
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 7:44 am
that's a good idea
Post 81
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 8:38 am
©Copright2003
Name: Aaron
Race: Half Elf Half Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23 to 30 years old
Height: 5'9"
Weight: Never ask a women her weight! (124 Pounds)
Hair Color: Blond hair with black roots
Eye Color: Green
Marital Status: Married to her love Cade Silvertree, whom they have a daughter named Leslie.
Occupation: Galadriel’s personal Bodyguard
Personality: Silent, with a good sense of humor.
Appearance: Aaron is beautiful like her mortal mother. Whom had dark rooted dirty blond hair and gentle features. She has fair colored skin, jade green eyes, and soft pink lips. Her elven heritage has given her long life as elves have. The pointy ears that an elf has are barely noticeable on Aaron’s ears. She is often times mistaken for a mortal. She is very beautiful as an elf is. Here is two pictures of Aaron done by Jonathon Earl Bowser. Aaron in a gown, and Aaron in travel clothes. Also here is an third picture done by me: Aaron's picture.
Skills Include: Gymnastics, hand to hand combat, Acrobatics, Master Swordswoman/bow, throwing daggers, strong in magic but rarely uses it, and is extremely fast in speed and agility.
Outfit: Black clothes with a dark grey cloak
Means of Travel: An all grey horse named Rogue
Weapons of choice: A sword, a bow, and six throwing daggers two attached to her wrists, two in her boots, and two at her waist along with her sword.
Past Bio: Aaron's father, Denior; was a Noldor whom served the House of Feanor. He was also an elf whom always had been fascinated by the women of the Race of Men. So fascinated that he met an woman in the woods around the Dor-Lomin area. He had watched her for the longest time without her knowledge of his eyes upon her. But when she had been attacked by a band of Orcs, it had thrown the elf into a fierce rage. He attacked the Orcs without mercy, and received many injuries. Aaron’s mother, Alanea; was a country girl whom never liked cities much. When old enough she had moved out to her grandmother’s cottage, hidden just outside Dorein a large city in the Dor-Lomin area. It was at this cottage that Aaron’s parents remained for a time, where Aaron's father recovered, and where Alanea conceived her. Shortly there after Aaron's father went off to fight against Morgoth and his minions in a war, and was presumed killed in battle. Alanea gave birth to Aaron back in Dorein, and never married. Eighteen years later the presumed dead Denior returned to Dorein, but with his elven bride. Alanea was broken with grief; she had thought him dead only to be betrayed for another. Denior had survived, and met an Sindarin elf from Doriath, whom not long after married. They had been living there the last ten years and already had two children. Weeks after seeing Denior alive, well, with a wife, and children; Alanea died of a broken heart. Aaron was only eighteen in mortal years at the time, but knew the cause of death. She swore to kill Denior whom had caused her mother so much pain and death.
Arriving in Doriath she couldn't kill him instead she beat him in a sword battle and disowned him as her father in front his wife, children, and a large group of elves. Saying her father had died in one of many battles against Morgoth. That her father was brave and would've returned to her mother long ago and that he was not her father, but a mere coward that wore her father's face to hurt her mother. As Aaron made ready to leave to return home to Dorein, one of many whom had witnessed the sword battle, Melian; stopped her departure. The world at this time would not accept half elven half man children, and therefore she asked for Aaron to remain. Besides Alanea’s parents had disowned their daughter for baring an ‘half breed’ and never marrying, there would be no more welcoming at home. Once Aaron agreed, Melian took her in and had Aaron taught by Beleg Strongbow to ‘master’ the use of Swords, bows, and daggers. She also became best friends with Galadriel over her time spent in Doriath. It’s rumored that Melian took Aaron in not just because she could relate to Aaron for her own daughter loved a mortal, but because she was strong in Magic as well. But in many ways her heart was not with studying magic or being like Galadriel, so after many years she left and joined the wars against Morgoth in the first age, and when he was cast away and Sauron arose to take power, she too joined in those battles.
In many battles she fought until one day saving Cade Silvertree, an hidden assassin of Sauron’s sent to kill her. Supposedly she would bare the child destined to be the Angel of Light. When she found out he was her intended assassin she ran away and returned to the City Ost-in-Edhil where Galadriel resided there she carried her child until the night of a celebration as she returned to the house of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel she was attacked and almost killed. She watched two figures fight and one kill the other. She saw one of them was Cade and presumed he had come back to destroy her. He chased her back to the house and she locked herself in her room and there is where the labor began. Luckily Galadriel saw what was happening and told her husband what was wrong. They stopped Cade from possibly harming her. Aaron almost died during the birth, but somehow was revived some think by her baby. Later when Cade was about to be executed Aaron stopped it but set up some new rules for him. Over time he regained her trust, but her love was even harder to gain back, for she was fearful of losing her heart to pain again. But finally he proved himself and one day they were wed.
Note: It you wish to learn more about Aaron and her history please read the Memories long since passed… Chapters located in the Reading room, or just do a search and you'll get the chapters there are ten chapters so far, but surely more to come!
Post 82
SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 8:49 am
An index is a great idea!
But, um, won't the page references change as more people add? Depending on how a member has their sort preferences set, that is. Just curious . . .
Post 83
Leoba
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 12:09 pm
Post 84
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 12:24 pm
Here's an idea...
To avoid the whole page problem, why not just put a link to their post? It's quite easy, just figure out what post number it was in a thread, and change the link.
Let's say you have the link...
http://www.theonering.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=__&catid=25&threadid=34533
Replace the __ with the number of the persons post, and it will load a page with that person's post at the very top. The rest of the posts will appear according to your settings, (May have 19 posts after it or 99). This will avoid the problem of somebody having different page settings...
I'd be willing to help you out with this, Leoba... If just with the links, or with all of it...
Post 85
Leoba
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 1:28 pm
Post 86
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 2:01 pm
Isn't an alphabetical list already sorted...?
I would gladly help...E-mail it to me with a desc. of what you want me to do... My email is neotokyofist@hotmail.com
Post 87
Idril
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 2:40 pm
EDIT in Occupation & her description.
Name: Idril (namesake of her Grt Grandma Idril Celebrindal)
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: old (undecided on her age or what age she was born in)
Height: around 5'10"
Weight: 185
Hair Color: Floor length dark brown hair with gold & red highlights
Eye Color: emerald green with golden flecks
Marital Status: Single/widow
Occupation: Mithril Knight and Warrior for LothLorién; She is also a healer and has magical qualities. The Elessar is a jewel which the clear light of the sun should be imprisoned, but the jewel was as green as leaves in its top half with the bottom as clear as a stream. There were purple ribbons in the middle of the stone that changed to blue in certain light. It is wrapped in mithril and hangs from a mithril chain. There was a small ring to match it. It is kept hidden at all times. It is said that the hands of one who held or wore it, brought to all that they touched healing from hurt. It was passed down to her from the Lady Galadriel. The Veil of Idril, passed down from the women of her family, was her magical quality and was her long hair that could hide her and others.
Outfit: She designs her own riding outfits/dresses and they vary in color. Her typical clothes colors depend upon the season and will blend into the colors around her. Also depends on the thread's that she is in. For example, at her home (Idril's Coffeehouse) she is more apt to change clothes regularly as opposed to traveling lightly.
Means of Travel: She rides a horse named Thalion who is a direct descendant of Shadowfax the Great.
Weapons of Choice: She weilds a long sword of her family called Silmar. She hides this sword behind her back and under her hair and no one can detect it when it is concealed. (She is good with and can fight with all weapons.)
Skills Include: Fighting expert which is unlimited and includes a variety of movements not limited to different forms of martial arts and very limber like a gymnast. Her magic qualities are undefined as of yet other than her "Veil". She is excellent on horseback, and has a way with animals. She can speak to their minds. She also is able to mentally communitcate with her sister Elendilmir. She is very creative in all that she does.
Personality: A little guarded due to the hurt in her past. She is kind, loving, and willing to help anyone in need. She is hard to anger but has been angered in the past. She very devoted to the love of her life, Túor, whom she still grieves for. She guards her heart well and is not easily persuaded to be alone with anyone who is male. She has begun a relationship recently but not fully understanding what is happening.
'Main' Past Bio:(Keep in mind this past bio is the one most widely used, but does change at times for various RP's.)
Idril is a high elf maid with very long, dark brown hair (floor length) which 'veils' her. She has dark emerald green eyes with golden flecks. The "Veil of Idril" is magical (a gift handed down through the ages from her family which she has perfected) and she is able to hide others with it, if her hair is left loose and flowing. It is very difficult to detect herself and others she is 'veiling' unless by smell when the wind is not in her favor. She hides her sword (Silmar) down her back behind her long hair. (Silmar is used as little as possible due to there being blood of elves on it. It is Idril's weapon of choice, but she is proficient with other weapons.) Silmar was forged in Noldor by Féanor and was handed down to her from her father. It is totally concealed even when her hair is braided due to the braids thickness. She is a warrior for her people from LothLorién. Has a silver 'rainment' or aura. She is learning to be a healer and uses The Elessar to aid in healing. (It is kept hidden at all times.) It is said that the hands of one who held or wore it, brought to all that they touched healing from hurt. She is very perceptive of things (feelings and emotions of others) and also of what is going on around her. She has a way with all kinds of animals, especially horse's. She has befriended a white wolf (Sarge) in her past (Freedom). She rides a great stallion Thalion, who is a descendant of Shadowfax. At this time, she had not yet become a Mithril Knight.
Idril is the namesake of her Great Grandmother Idril Celebrindal (fictiously of course.) She is also married to the namesake of Túor. Her Túor became violently ill on one of their journey's as did some of their group, and is presumed dead. Idril being healthy, was sent to find a healer in the nearest town while many of the group was still living, Túor included. When she returned with the healer, she found 3 grave's at their campsite. She presumed that Túor died since he was one of the more gravely ill of the group. She sat mourning his loss, vowing then and there to the healer that she would never allow another to die if she could but learn the art of healing. She took to learning the healing craft from a Master Healer. She spent a year and a half with him, learning the art of healing, before her journeying home to LothLorién, using her new art along the way. She is still learning the art of healing but has learned much in the art in a short time.
Still angry and grieving the loss of her life, she becomes disgruntled with the Lady and Lord and their suggestions to "get over the death of Túor and on with her life". She is sent out from Lorién with her sister Elendilmir, under the guise of 'training her in the warrior ways of their peoples and the secret family "veil" '. Idril takes this as a dismissal from LothLorién, not sure that she will ever be welcomed back into her homeland. She is now angry with the Lord and Lady of the Golden Woods for their lack of understanding of her loss and for their 'dismissing her' from her home.
Elendilmir is an elf maiden, the younger sister of Idril. (Her name means "White Gem".) She has also received the family gift of the 'veil' but has not developed it. She is with Idril to provide company and to also learn from Idril the 'veil' that she alone has perfected. Idril is also to train Elly in the art of a warrior. She also has a 'magical singing voice' and can use it in many ways, undisclosed as yet. She also has a way with animals of all kinds. Her weapon (untested as yet) is the bow & arrow and she also carries hidden long daggers for close conflicts. She rides Night Star, a gray mare with black mane and tail who is the mate of Thalion.
Post 88
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 4:22 pm
Ok...I've created all the links...just need to know how do you want it to look?
Should I just format it so that the URL sits right underneath the persons name, or should I utilize the new link feature...
To be more clear, follows an example of each...
(Option 1)
Nenya of Diadron
https://http://www.theonering.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=77&catid=25&threadid=34533
(Option 2)
Nenya of Diadron - Info
(Option 3)
Nenya of Diadron
Post 89
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 5:20 pm
©Copright2003
Name: Penaltra
Nickname: Pen, Lady Penaltra, or Lady Pen
Title: The Seductress (The Seductress of Angband)
Allegiance: Angband
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'0" Shorter then a regular Elf, and often mistaken for a Nymph.
Weight: Never ask a women her weight!!! (119 pounds)
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Deep purple
Appearance: She has long silver (Not grey) hair, slightly wavy and runs down mid-back. She also has strange purple eyes presumidely due to her poisons. Here is an picture of her, but it doesn’t look exactly as she does, but it looks like her more 'before' she turned to evil, so you get an idea of what she looked like before she became the evil dark elf she is now. It is however the closest picture I could find, anyway here’s Penaltra’s picture done by Jonathon Earl Bowser. Also here is a picture done by me of the evil Penaltra as she should look: Lady Penaltra.
Build: Tall, slender, with very lovely curves (You get the idea! She has a nice figure.)
Marital Status: Single, but believe me. The guys have been looking!!!
Occupation: Assassin/Head Inquisitor for the Dark Lord Sauron
Outfit: An all black outfit when traveling, or an black shimmering silky gown with long sleeves lower cut in the front, and four long slits to show off her legs. Two side slits on each side, one in the front, and the fourth in the back. (Example see Movie “End of Days” when the girl is wearing that gown near the end)
Means of Travel: An all black horse named Plague.
Personality: Penaltra is extremely calm and silent, but has a great deal of charm. With her luscious purple eyes and rosy lips she could charm the pants off a dwarf if she so desired. But this is also how she hides her evil tendencies pretending to be innocent when she really is an seductress/killer. This is not to say she is an Wench and beds every man, she holds a very high sense of pride and would not dare sink to the level of a Tavern Wench. So she never does much but toy with her victims before killing them. For some reason men that harm women really anger her, she can never stand to see any woman forced upon or beaten unless it is because they are good and her allies want information. But if it is for ‘other’ reasons such as the husband is angry with his wife then she does find a way to ‘disable’ them from doing harm to any woman ever again. However she does enjoy powerful evil men they always find a way into her cold ruthless heart.
Skills Include: Gymnastics, Acrobatics, Hand to Hand Combat, Swords, Knives (Throwing Knives), reading, Writing, Horseback Riding, Elven Languages, The Black speech, poisons, ways of pain and torture, and charm.
Weapons of Choice: A long magical sword almost unbreakable sheathed at her side, two daggers located in her boots, and a variety of poisons. Also has many men under her dark influance that would be willing to die for her.
Past Bio: Not much is known about The Seductress (Penaltra), she is known for causing death and destruction in her wake. She is also believed to be responsible for the disappearance of Leslie during the Battle of the Last Alliance. Penaltra is very mysterious, and a very seductive person. No one knows if she has family or friends or even where she came from. Although she does not have much use for any of her weapons since her charms can bring the strongest man to his knees, she is still an great and powerful swordswoman. Her slim form moves very very very fast, and it is hard for anyone to keep up with her in a fight! Also she is known for her ways of torture, and ability in pain causing. If there is an secret it is not safe with her around. But she does what she wants when she wants to. She likes living freely and dangerously. At times when trying to poison someone she does it in the strangest manner. The poison is worn on her lips and when she kisses her victim she poisons him. Other times with her smooth easy grace she’ll just poison his drink or something, but for ones whom especially anger her she gives them what she calls “The kiss of death” (An lethal kiss that causes an very slow and extremely painful agonizing death. Also extremely disgusting too!) No one knows this, but she is immune to most if not all poisons. With her abilities to seduce and charm men, she can get them to do almost anything she wants them to do. Her charms work to the extent that some men would be willing to kill as well as die for her!
Note: Inquisitors were and are minions of evil they began in the time of Morgoth and still exist in Mordor even after the destruction of the one Ring. They tortured people for their Dark Lords to do one of three things bring their Master pleasure, retribution, or to gain information. Usually it was to gain information, so they got the name Inquisitors. They know the true arts of causing pain, for they are the True Masters of Pain.
Second Note: the Lady Penaltra has made a small appearnace and will be making her daybue appearance in the Memories long since passed... Chapters for all those interested in hearing more of this evil lady.
Post 90
Aduial
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 5:52 pm
Updated 4/24/03
Name: Aduial (Sindarin for Evening Twilight)
Race: Elf
Gender:Female
Age: no one really knows, including her.
Height: Somewhat short for an elf, or human for that matter
Hair Color: dark brown with dark blue streaks
Eye Color: A brilliant violet that almost seems to glow in the shadows
Marital Status: A lonely wander
Occupation: Wanderer to no home
Outfit: Dark tunic with thick mid-shin-high boots, large black cloak with hood, black choker, and black gloves. One hand has the tips of the gloves cut off, and both fold over to cover the black bands on her wrists. Her ankles and wrists are also bound with black bands
Means of Travel: Shadowed Silver, An enorous black buck, with silver on its muzzle, ears, hooves, back, tail,and tips of its jet-black antlers.
Weapons of Choice: Shadowed Silver's Antlers, a long black sword that glows violet in battle, bow and arrows, and a dagger.
Skills Include: sword fighting, flute playing, stalking.
Personality: nice, but sneeky, mischievious, and twisted sense of humour, a stalker at times, lonely.
History: (Notes: As a young girl she always loved night and stars and shadows. Was born to an elf maiden, and had no name. The name Aduial has unknown sources, whether be it from her mother, Shadowed Silver, herself, or some other force. She only recognized her name after her rebirth in the Twilight.
Her mother had earthen connections far stronger than most elves, passed down to Aduial though she never used them, and lost them to the fires.)
The parents of Aduial are unknown. It is believed she was the only child of an elf maiden who was killed in a raid. The point of time is not known of her birth.
When Aduial was young, her forest home (location is not known) was raided by fell creatures of the dark hand, and the elves living there were taken to be mutilated into orcs. The leader of the raid was a tall dark creature, said to resemble a man though the type of fell creature he was is not known. He witnessed Aduial talking to one of the dark creatures, lulling him into an unwatchfulness, while simultaneously loosening her bonds and creating a gap for escape. The young elf had power of mind, he thought. Then she slipped out. Her stealth would have saved her, if he had not seen her plan before it took action. Riding an evil beat of some sort, he caught her by her blue-streaked hair and spun her around. It was then that he caught sight of Aduial’s violet eyes reflecting the moonlight, and the earthen powers in her from her mother. Thinking suddenly that it would be a shame to mangle such an elf and mar her skill of mind when it could be used to advantage… his advantage… he rebound her tightly and took her on his beast.
Upon reaching the black land (which fell land it was is not known), He took her unnoticed away from the direction of the torture chambers (which the other elves were headed) and into his own chambers. Holding down the spirited elf, he engraved into her upper left arm the black name he decided to give her, the name of Morathiel. She had had no father, so why not make it so that she was named the daughter of darkness and shadow? He had plans for her… he could use her wit and elven power to help himself move into a higher position. It was his dream to overthrow the dark lord and set himself as the king of evil, and this elf could be his queen, and he could derive power from her. She could tap powerful resources in the earth… a gift inherited from her mother. All he needed to do was corrupt her heart to obey his will and she would gratefully hand him the power he wanted. She was now dressed fully in black to giver her a bit more evil look, and she was ready to be changed into a powerful sorceress. The only thing he could not get rid of was a black choker, from which hung a silver crescent moon. No matter.
He bound her hands and led her onto a pinnacle above the fires that came from the core of the hatred land and burned evil in themselves. He forced her down to her knees, and her head hung over the edge. Her eyes were glued to the secret fires of evil, and the pupils of her eyes ran a thin stream of black around the edge, and the fire burned into her eyes, blocking out all other forms of light until they would eternally burn with a fire inside them.
Smiling, he put down a sword next to her, the hilt a black midnight, and the long, sharp blade a deep void of empty black that shone with the firelight. The blade reflected her violet eyes and also shone violet itself, and forever afterwards like that in battle. Suddenly everything went darker than normal, despite the fact that the fires blazed up as their master entered the cavern. The dark lord strode in, the fathomless holes in his armoured mask boring into the younger dark creature that stood by Aduial as she hung over the cliff.
“No!” He screamed, staring at the dark lord, “I swear! She is for your service! I intended nothing!” His pleading was cut off by a curdling scream as he writhed on the floor in pain. The dark lord does not give leeway to even his favored servants. “n-no, I didn’t think you would care about one little elf among all your fell creatures… AHH! No lord, never! I serve you! I serve you! I…. Yes yes I..I will kill her. I will await my punishment when I am done… I shall see that she is killed, yes… No I will never let another creature see the fires…” Another shriek of pain cut off his words, and he collapsed. The darkness lifted as the dark lord strode back out.
Meanwhile, Aduial was left too long staring at the flames. They took her very soul and warmth. Every scrap of warmth was sucked into the flames, until her temperature was so far past zero that it seemed she would freeze over. Silver lined her blue streaks in her hair, and all her tears were taken from her. The violet in her eyes ran down her face, permanently staining her eyelids and fading off in thin strips out of the corners of her eyes. The normal red colour of her lips mixed with the blue cold of her body temperature until they permanently remained violet as well. The brand on her arm burned so deep into her it could never heal over but remained a stiff black. The bands around her wrists and ankles burned themselves into her so they could not be removed.
The fell man/creature came out of his spell of pain only give a cry as the flames pulled her over the side. He grabbed the chain attached to her arms and pulled her up and out of the cavern. Setting her down finally in the black stairs, he realized she was colder and paler than death. No! she couldn’t die--- this was his only chance to become powerful enough to overthrow the dark lord. He had already disobeyed his master by saving her where she should have perished.
Suddenly she got up—she was not dead. Startled, yet smirking, he took grabbed her again by the chains and pulled her back to his tower. He tied her chains to the wall and used this moment to corrupt her heart. Her bewildered and burned mind could easily be bent. He put his face an inch from hers and held her gaze. Yes something was iced over between them, and he could not get to her mind easily. She began to squirm, and ripped her eyes from his fell red ones. He held up his knife to her neck, and when she squirmed it made a small cut. As soon as the blood touched the blade, the knife froze and shattered. Her mind was awake now --- and she knew she had to get out. He jumped back, and she used the blood splattered on her chains. They froze and shattered like the blade. “NO!!!” He cried and grabbed her left arm as she ran. It did not matter that no blood touched him, as soon as his hand hit her skin the icy cold temperature of her body bolted straight down his veins. The black brand burned on her arm as His entire body froze. She threw his frozen body of, and it hit the wall, bringing down rocks that caved him in. No more is known on this character, whether he lived or died from ice or rock.
Aduial began to flee the tower, running as fast as she could brandishing the malevolent sword that seemed to have marvelous effect.
The dark lord has many beasts in his service, and the foul creatures of evil somehow breed some form of stag, completely black in colour. It was huge, rising at lead 10 ft at the head, and it did not have slender legs like more deer but thick, muscular ones. Its eyes burned entirely a blank red. The foul dark creatures had it chained down so much that even the monstrously strong deer could not escape. They burned It repeatedly until it could not feel pain through its thick hide, and its body temperature had risen so much that it burned those that touched it. But now, it had broken some of its chains. It appears it had become to powerful and too wild for even its creators to handle. He tossed his his massive head, the giant black antlers flashing menacingly, trying to slice the rest of the chains. The creators of it decided to kill it while they had the chance. They lined up twenty long spears to hurl at it, when out of nowhere a girl in all black came running down the stair. She jumped upon the bucking beast- her cold body a shock to its heat. But his high body heat prevented it from freezing at her touch. She took blood from her cut neck and grabbed the chains—the shattered in a shower of icicles. Grabbing the antlers of the beast, Aduial hung on as it bolted. It knew the way out, and leapt over entire walls, its size and huge muscles letting it easily pass over high barriers and attacking creatures. Its enormous hooves crushed all who passed under them. Aduial clutched its massive neck and lost count of time.
Far from the black lands, the giant stag finally stopped. Silver ice had coated the tips of its antlers, its muzzle and around its eyes, down its black, and on its hooves. They forever remained silver. As he stopped, the elf girl slid unconsciously off his back.
After everything, she was dead.
The stag knew she had freed it, and remained loyal to her. It was somewhere in the middle of the night now, and the deer laid over her, carefully shifting his weight so as not to crush her, so that his hot body covered her deadly cold skin. He slept over her for the rest of the night and the day to follow, and at dusk the next night got up. To his surprise, she began to breath again. Life returned to her frozen body, though cold as ice she still was. It seems she was so cold that her body allowed for her to be dead for over 24 hours until he life the great stag had put into her reawoke her small body. She stirred, opened her eyes, and gazed upon he deer as a child looks at its mother. His eyes, calmed down from their red fury to a deep black, bore into hers and she heard a voice in her mind. “You have escaped from the evil fires, and you are split in two between good and evil. You awake now at the Twilight of the evening… the moon on your neck reads the elvish name Aduial, which means evening twilight. The name fits you well.”
Her violet eyes blinked at him a second, then muttered the words “And you are like shadowed silver” and then she felt into a deep sleep. The great deer forever bore the name Shadowed Silver from that point on.
While she was sleeping, Shadowed Silver left her guarded by a species of fell creatures, also conjured by the dark hand but a rebel species. They were tiny creatures, about the size of a human hand, and looked like smoky gray rabbits, only with curved black horns coming out in front of their ears, extra-long black claws, black dragon-like wings protruding from their back, and two long serpent tails that came out of each side of their fluffy rabbit tail. Their eyes were entirely black with no light shining in them. They were called Rabon, and were highly independent, even from each other. Fierce and mean they were, untrusting as any thing. One, who had talked before with shadowed Silver, guarded the sleeping form of Aduial. Shadowed silver came back later that night with a tunic, boots, and other items for her
At Twilight the next night, she awoke. She was dressed somewhat like a ranger. The first thing she laid her violet eyes upon was the evening twilight, the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon, sprinkled with stars. From that moment on, she never slept for the rest of her life.
She put her hand down on the grass beside her, and it froze. It seemed every living thing she touched with bare skin would freeze. Anything her blood touched froze, living or nonliving. Fortunately, the wound on her neck healed over, but she forever bore a black scar there, hidden under her black choker. The black metal bands around her wrists and ankles were still on, and did not come off. Shadowed Silver had brought her a black cloak that when put on, she became invisible in the shadows. She also noticed the black sword was still at her side, its blade a fathomless void of black. Shadowed Silver snorted and lay down, motioning for her to mount. She got up, put black gloves on her hands so as not to unintentionally freeze anything, and rode off. So it was that the two lived together. The Rabon had grown a bond with her, and id something that is so rare it had never occurred before—he formed an alliance with another being. He bound himself to Aduial, and would not die until she did. A black collar formed around his neck to show his bond. But he stayed independent from her and only came sometimes.
Aduial made life as a ranger, not remembering anything of her former life, only knowing memories from her rebirth in the Twilight. Yet flashes of it all remained, too far back in her mind to be called forth.
Titles: Lady of the Violet Eyes, Elf of Twilight, Maiden of Shadow, Wanderer to no home.
Here are some pictures....
http://www.hometown.aol.com/aduialtwilight/aduial.html
Post 91
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 6:07 pm
Ok...I'm open to anybody's opinion on the three options...
Anybody...
And Aduial, I've added your's to the list...
Post 92
Aduial
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 6:23 pm
thanks!
I think option 2 looks good
Post 93
NenyaofDiadron
Date Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2002 7:44 pm
Ok...Styling for the index is option 2...and finished...
I'm going to email it to Leoba, although I don't think we should go through three people to get it up... Should I just email it to you, Leslie?
Post 94
Leoba
Date Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2002 3:19 am
Rather than fill up precious space with another post - I shall edit this one: apologies for ‘spamming’, I was only trying to help and I hope that the index now on the first page is beneficial. I shall keep all further communication on the subject to email, I promise!
Post 95
Snowdog
Date Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2002 8:26 am
Well this thread was a good idea until all the 'chat posts'.
Nenya, I'm not sure what you are trying to do with your links, but it just opens this thread again on your option 2 & 3. Option 1 gives me an error page. If only we could have a thread of just character bios without the non-character posts. But then there is a need to bring it up for other people to see. Hmmm....
Post 96
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2002 9:26 am
Sorry Snowdog...Ok EVERBODY, I appreciate the ideas but if anybody has any further ideas or would like to chat with me about the Chractor Archives, please just e-mail me at: declynn200@yahoo.com
Ok??? Thanks
Post 97
Snowdog
Date Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2002 10:29 am
lAslie, I didn't mean to sound grouchy or anything. It was just I enjoyed it when people posted their character bios, notw it has less and some seem to get lost in the bumps and general talk of betterment of the thread. I think the only way a 'clean' thread could be maintained is if a mod, (Nilson the White???) could manage this thread and remove all the bump and unnecessary posts. I know they are quite busy to do such though, so we will have to make do with what we have! Some good characters BTW. I will post Snowdog, but his history is long and many parts are stimll being discovered. Snowdog also doesn't RP as much these days, having being involved in only one story at this time. I will have something to post here in a bit.
Post 98
flammable
Date Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2002 10:43 am
I have to agree with Snowdog. dear innovators - your posts with an intention to make this tread easier to navigate actually makes the navigation more complicated... the idea is good but please don't spam
Post 99
Belegûr
Date Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2002 10:19 am
Name:Akhôrahil
Race:Númenorean (pure-blooded)
Gender:Male
Age: (born in TA 3012)
Build:Tall but muscular
Height:6'9''
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Grey
Marital Status:Single
Occupation:Storm King of Ciryatandor
Outfit:Black armour
Skills include:
Akhôrahil is one of the deadliest fighters of his time, as well as an accomplished mage.
Means of Travel:By horseback
Personality: Serious, often sombre. Can seem gloomy. Seldom allows emotions to show, but is capable of both mirth and wrath in the right circumstances. Rarely acts on impulse.
Weapons of Choice: Broadsword (Agathûkhil) of Númenorean make. Forged in the Second Age, it has many powers...
A brief history:
Born in Umbar just 8 years before the end of the Third Age, Akhôrahil is descended from a long line of Númenorean lords. His ancestry can be traced to Tar-Minastir of Númenor himself. Another of his distant ancestors accepted a Ring of Power from Sauron and became the Storm King, the 5th of the Nazgûl.
Akhôrahil's father was killed by the Gondorians during an unsuccessful attempt to retake Umbar by Black Númenoreans in the early Fourth Age. This has lead Akhôrahil to hate the "dúnedain" even more than is usual for his kin. For this purpose he involved himself in Farh Harad's Unification Wars in FO 50-76, and eventually managed to make himself Lord of Far Harad through a series of successful diplomatic and military campaigns. He named his new kingdom Ciryatandor in honour of the realm of Akhôrahil the Nazgûl in the Second Age, and took the title of Storm King after his model.
Misc:
Akhôrahil posseses the Stones of Ankatarë, enchanted seeing-stones made in Númenor in imitation of the Palantíri.
Post 100
Pippin4242
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Date Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2002 12:15 pm
Name: Nolwe (Sindarin: Wisdom)
Species: Seven-eighths Hobbit, one eighth Elvish.
Gender: Female.
Age: Eighteen (young for a Hobbit, remember?)
Hair: Long red and wavy.
Eyes: Green.
Build: Tall and slender, as Hobbits go. To her Elvish and Human companions she probably appears very short and plump.
Weight: Don't push your luck.
Weapon of choice: A longbow, but she also carrys her Father's dagger for hunting.
Personality: Near-terminaly shy. When among friends, however she is more confident and her silly sense of humor becomes evident.
Appearence: She is slightly bedraggled, and her skin is deeply tanned. She likes greens and greys and her longbow is stretched across her old cloak.
History: It begins with Elgaled, captain of the gaurds of Elu Thingol. Little is known of his past, but his family were slain by the minions of Morgorth. He has lived apart from Elves for countless years and his hair has become dark and his body short. Little more is known to Nolwe other than this and two other things. One: He has an underground kingdom. It is very depressing and dreary. Two: About two hundred years ago he rescued a Hobbit-Maiden who was lost in the snow. They fell in love, and had a child. Heather Brandybuck died of a chill that she caught when she was outside in the snow, and Morgaled found himself with a child whom he had no idea how to care for. He christened her Sairwen, which means bitterness, and left her on the doorstep of Brandy Hall. A longbow he had carved for Heather was Sairwen's only memento of her real family. Sairwen knew a little about herself, exactly what her family knew.
(This part of bio to be continued after talks with KBrandybuck, aka Morgaled)
Nolwe was born on a tiny farm near Hobbiton. Her Father was tall and had a strange sounding name. People called him Al, or Ally. The Hobbits said he was eccentric, because he taught her hunting with a beautiful longbow and
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I WILL update this...
Post 101
~Turin-Turambar~
Date Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2002 1:09 pm
I like the index you have set up on the first post. However, I would like to point out to everyone that if your Customization setting titled Would you like the messages sorted, by date in Ascending order or Descending order? is set for Descending]/i] then the info links will not be correct. I may put together the Index for us decending messages folk.
Post 102
Iavasel
Date Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2002 1:53 pm
Name: Iavasel Aerlinn Thavron
Race: Elf
Gender:Female
Age: good question
Height:tallish. say ummm, about 5'8" or 9
Hair Color: mousy brown w/ blonde highlights
Eye Color: bluish greenish greyish <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
Marital Status:Single
Occupation: wanderer, a little bit of a healer
Outfit: silver is my signature color. Silver gown, silver cloak, silver boots, silver bow, silver throwing knives, silver sword (well, you get the picture)
Means of Travel:usually various types of deer. Winter's Star, my white buck with silver antlers, my black doe with golden hooves, or my black buck with sapphire eyes
Weapons of Choice: throwing knives, sword, bow. Occaisonally you'll find me with a quaterstaff.
Skills Include: a little healing, singing, causing mild havoc, ummm, what i refer to as "making" (i'll explain in my bio) and a little telepathy w/ my sister(s)
Personality: sympathetic, not wanting to be left out of anything. overwhelming curiousity, stubborness, a little bit of mischeif
Bio: My character is not too generous about details of her past, but when asked, might be tempted to share a little. Can usually be found with her sisters Aduial and Nieninque, who as far as she knows are her only surviving realatives. "Making" as I call it for lack of a better world, is my special talent. I can take things from the earth and turn them to my own purposes. For example, my buck was formed purely of ice and snow which then took on a reality. The same thing goes for my merlin (or falcon or sparrow in a few threads) though these birds are all brown because i formed them from dirt. my doe, is entirely black and gold, because i made her from ashes and fire.
Random Info:My character is always willing to fight a battle, but afterwards will usually end up getting a little queasy and throwing up. Likes to make sure everone is looked after and taken care of, and if not watched carefully, will take the opertunity to slip off by herself. Usually has an assortment of animals following her, these include a black fox, a merlin, a sparrow, a falcon, Winter's Star(my buck), a snowshoe hare, a large brown hare, a mouse, and or my black doe.
wow, this just keeps expanding
I also have a character named Cai, who is my human counter part. He dresses in dark clothing and prefers to remain unnoticed. A loner, pretty much. Knows a limited amount of elvish and isn't too friendly with anyone, but can sometimes be found following Iavasel around.
Post 103
Hallavasaion
Date Posted: Wed Mar
Name:Hallavasaion or Hallavasa of Mirkwood
Age:Not Known
Race:Elf
Height:6'0"
Weight:140 Lbs.
Hair Colour:Black
Eye Colour:Sea Green
Means of Travel:A warg named Lhumenion
Style of Dress:Black clothing and cloak with the cloak bearing a brooch with the symbol of Mirkwood. Knee high calfskin boots. Long braided hair and 2 earrings in each ear. Also wears a maks in battle.
Weaponry: Mithril armor that is worn under clothing and mithril armor for his warg bearing the crest of Mirkwood on headplate. Twin scimitars and an enrgy blade that appears from a wristlet and strange mask that transforms from his helmet.
Biography:Since age is not known, the only real early appearance of Hallavasaion was in Doriath with his parents who were the first born. He fought in the first war of the ring and then the war of the five armies. He left and went north to train to become a ranger and was later captured in campaigns against the Haradrim and was tortured. He later escaped to find he was wanted for the supposed murder of his company in the campaigns against goblins when an officer testified against him saying that Hal knew about the ambush. He was hunted by soldiers from Mirkwood and during his time in hiding his parents were murdered. He went for a while as a rogue and helped in small campaigns. He was noted by the Elvenking for his sucesses and reinstated in the Mirkwood army as a ranger and a high officer. Seeing as the officer was expelled from the army a while before he took his grievances out on the officers relations. The only reason he didn't kill them was he did not want the women to feel sorrow and would never hurt a woman.
Post 104
Lord_Tarquin
Date Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2002 12:07 pm
Name: Lord Tarquin (Cody)
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 200
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Traveler
Outfit: Camoflauge when traveling, Black when not.
Means of Travel: Before he departed for his quest to learn of the curse and clear his father's name, he had his warhorse, Thunder, a grey gelding about 15 hands high. When Cody has held captive at Dol Guldur, Thunder was found by goblins and eaten, unbeknownst to Cody. Later, Cody was given another horse at the house of Elrond. A stallion he called Shadow Bane.
Skills: As befitting his status as a warrior, he is proficient with bow and arrow and sword, amongst other weapons and is a superb woodsman with a reasonable sense of direction. At Rivendell, Cody learned to master the healing arts, and is a decent healer.
Personality: Enjoys a good joke, has a vary established sense of honor, feels a great responsibility for the murder of his father, wishes to fully avenge his father by clearing his father's name.Cody is very much confused about where he belongs, although he doesn't like to show it, for it is a grave vulnerability for him. His trouble controlling his temper before the curse is undone, and must constantly wrestle with his inner demons after the resolution of the family curse. After the curse is undone, Cody still wrestles with anger, and doubt often plagues him.
Bio: Cody's father, Arthur Tarquin, fought in battle with the Witch King; friends fell at either side, and many fled to flee the wrath of the wraith, but Arthur fought on. The nazgul saw an opening and stabbed Arthur in the shoulder with the blade of servitude, an ancient weapon that rendered its victim unable to cross any commands of the individual who stabbed him.
Arthur's wife, Emily rushed to his side as quickly as she could, for she was heavy with their child. Frantically, Arthur positioned himself between his wife and the wraith, but not before the wraith pronounced his curse.
"Not only you shall be cursed, Arthur Tarquin, but your descendants as well will serve me and those who come after me. This I decree, that I will come for that child, and you will have him ready for my service."
Having conquered Arthur and his people, the WitchKing returned to Angband, while Arthur comforted his wife, promising that he'd never let anything happen to their child.
Thus, Cody was born the first day of summer in the year 3009. He was a happy, content child, very curious and intelligent in nature.
After returning from his first battle, Cody Tarquin and his father were discussing ways to celebrate their victory when a girl disquised as a warrior strode up to them. She claimed to have a message for the Elder Tarquin. Lord Tarquin got off his horse to speak with her alone. The girl managed to get his father drunk, and when Cody came over to investigate, requested for Cody to fetch something from her saddlebags. Not finding the item, he returned to enquire of the girl, who had stabbed his father in the stomach with a broadsword. In a rage, Cody killed the girl, who in her final breath claimed that she had avenged her father's honor by killing the late Lord Tarquin. Upon questioning, the girl further claimed that his father was a practitioner of genocide, and that Cody was just as vile in her eyes.
Feeling shaken up, as he was torn between killing a maiden and the avenging his father, he left her body in the field. He wanted to prove his father's innocence in the matter, but knew not how. He also was shocked at the degree of rage in him. He had not felt nearly so angry in battle. On one hand, the rage was satisfying, gratifying, on the other, it frightened him, greatly. When Cody became the new Lord of his household, he appointed a servant to manage the day to day affairs and began wandering to determine his place in Middle Earth.
During his wanderings, he became an ally of the White Tower of Gondor, and once entered Dol Guldur to rescue some friends that were held captive therein. He was nearly destroyed, but barely managed to escape. Walking along the path away from Dol Guldur, he felt his rage growing, and fed it. Spying Smaugsbane up ahead on the road, and recognizing him as the Son of the WitchKing, he lunged at the Daler to kill him.
Post 105
TinuvielUndomiel
Date Posted: Wed Apr 3, 2002 2:13 pm
Name: TinuvielUndomiel
Nicknames: Tinu
Race: Silvan Elf- Great-Great Granddaughter of Galadriel, the Lady of Lothlorien
Gender: Female
Age: around since the First Age--you do the math
Hair color: Sunshine blonde
Eye color: Grey sky
Marital status: Unmarried, but is in love with a hobbit
Occupation: Artisan, Healer, Middle Earth Matchmaker, Bard
Outfit: Elven dress with a grey cloak clasped by a Bard pin. The sky blue gown is tightly woven, warm enough for a cool day and cool enough for a warm day, being of one of those mystical fabrics that only the Weaver’s Guild can produce. The sleeves are long and reminiscent of Galadriel's. Its overlying layer is one of lace made of the tiniest shimmering beads, only visible to the human eye when moonlight pierces the dead center of the bead.
Hardy, well-worn leather boots are conformed to her delicate feet, the laces worn with age, yet apparently well-made. A mithril diadem adorns her forehead, yet there is a stone missing from its spiraling center. This stone is the Tannith, the crystal of the original WeatherChangers of RaumoVaiwa. Only there in that land does she keep it, unless she is at battle, in which case, it is fitted into its home atop her forehead. With it, she is able to call the powers of the fanyare.
Otherwise, her ring Wilwarin can conjure spiraling winds and even typhoons. Yet beyond vortices, the ring can do no more.
Means of travel: by vortex
Weapon of choice: "Wilwarin" the Chaos Ring of Fanyare
Skills include: Control of the atmosphere, healing, can make small objects/places appear to go back in time, so that they appear as they did before any destruction
Bio:
Back when the Noldor were still in Valinor, Tinu was born to the decendants of Galadriel. Yet, as she was adventurous, at an early age, she followed the others to MiddleEarth, taking with her only some seeds of the Valaindil, the Lilies of the Valar. These seeds would later grow only in one part of Lothlorien and were planted there by her very hand. They are the only of such flowers in M.E.
After some years of hardship, the family came to know peace in the Lady's land. They even took in an orphaned half-elf named Turelie (later to be known as Lurea.)
Soon after adopting Lurea, Tinuviel's mother (Alagaera) was murdered by Earnil's father. He hated the elf who held the power of the Upper Air on her finger because she rejected him as a suitor. One day, Turelie, Tinuviel, and Alagaera were taking a walk through the woods of Lorien, the man following them. He struck from behind, pulling Ture and Tinu away from his target, whom he murdered with a stone before the young elves. Never having gotten over the brutal murder, Tinu left Lothlorien years later with her mother's ring of power on her finger, vowing never to return to the tainted woods. She wandered aimlessly across Middle Earth with no purpose to her life, until Turelie found her. The two of them traveled together toward the North, where Turelie wished to find the mystical and legendary WeatherChangers. When they found RaumoVaiwa, they discovered a dying race—the last of the Ancient WeatherChangers. Before he died, the Master Weatherspell gave Turelie his staff and Tinuviel his crystal and they inherited the legacy of weather spells forgotten to Middle Earth.
The Valaindil
These I harvested myself and began growing when I was a young elf. They are unknown to the rest of Middle Earth, because they were brought from the far West. Please, lay down upon them--they are soft and velvety and strong--they will hold your weight and make you feel as if you were weightless.
They are the Valaindil, the Lilies of the Valar.
Some say that they were brought to life in the beginning by the touch of the Valar themselves. Since then, only in the Undying Lands and one hidden place in the far West do they grow naturally. They cannot survive elsewhere, save for this quiet grove in Lorien.
Without making a sound, Tinu leaned down toward the flowers, ending up on her knees. She hummed softly to them and they began to sway gently as if a breeze were passing through them--looking much like wheat swaying in a summer wind. However, they were moving more as a solid mass with ripples undulating throughout.
A sweet scent reminiscent of a tangible form of happiness and peace spread around them, pulling the ladies closer to the beds of flowers.
They are quite sturdy, I assure you. Nothing can destroy them once they have taken root. And in this Golden Wood, they are doubly protected through the pure water that runs below the ground.
Please, be my guests, and relax upon the velvety petals of gold and silver. Even the leaves have a velvet coating upon them; and if you grow hungry, the petals are excellent eating. As soon as you pluck one off, another appears in its place. They are quite miraculous little flowers.
Excellent for rare gifts...
Post 106
Liendle
Date Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2002 5:32 am
I am sort of a work in progress but here goes...
Name:Liendle
Race:Elf (Noldor,Calaquendi)
Gender:Female
Age:do immortals keep track of age?
Height:a little shorter than my brother
Weight:We walk on top of snow...how heavy can we be?
Hair Color:golden (I am of the house of Finarphir)
Eye Color:elf-blue
Horse: Kesfaloth -an elf-horse, the sister of Asfaloth
Weapons of Choice: as a healer, Liendle prefers to carry no weapons - she does own a staff and a bow and uses them well enough but only at great need.
Liendle is a healer of great skill. She is also an empath, a rare gift, even among elves. It is because of this rare gift that she has stayed so long in middle earth. She feels that her gift was given to serve the races of middle earth that seek the Light. She has lived long in Rivendell with her brother Glorfindel and works closely with Elrond in matters of healing.
Post 107
Liendle
Date Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2002 5:33 am
sorry....double posted
:: elf-blush ::
Post 108
Bardhwyn
The True Heart, Archer of Dale and Noble Sniper
Date Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2002 11:00 am
Bardhwyn of Dale -
The Merry Bowmen of Dale - Journeying East
Redemption - Journey of the Curse Breakers
The Torc Conspiracy
In flight from grief to the Dorwinion vale
To meet her fate, rode Bardhwyn of Dale
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Race: Man
Gender: Female
Weapon: Recurve Bow, archer's knife, broadsword. Well skilled in the use of all.
History: Raised in Dale. Lost all closest kin in the War of the Ring. Branded a traitor by King Bard II for seditious and traitorous acts against the Crown 5 years after the war and exiled into the East for life. Settled in Les, a small village in Dorwinon. See history below.
Name: Pronounced ' bar-thwin', accent on the second syllable.
Personality: Friendly, kindly, though reserved about herself. Has a keen sense of The Good and will always ally herself with it, though often struggles with her Shadow. Can be impulsive, particularly if her interest is piqued, therefore flashes of temper may arise, or intense displays of joy and pleasure. Enjoys a pipe, single malt and singing, slaying Orc and Brigand. Will always come to the aid of children or creature unduly treated.
Appearance: Average height. Blonde hair, worn short. Grey-Blue eyes, athetic in build. Large scar down left side of her face taken during an attack by brigands.
Attire: Cloak of earthy browns, breeches, coat of mail under a green tunic with tattered piping of Dale blue.
Horse - Chestnut gelding named Thain.
The Story of Bardhwyn, Lady of Dale
In the years shortly after the War of the Ring, The Kingdom of Dale found itself, yet again, in the throes of reconstruction.
The measures taken were harsh and times proved hard. The policies of the new and young king both reflected the times and his inexperience. A party of young aristocrats displeased with Bard II – his peers in age – bonded together to impress upon the King and his closed ranks of ministers certain reforms they deemed necessary for the good of Dale and it’s people. They were, as a consequence, quickly out of favor.
Bard, though assured of his sovereignty by King Elessar was insecure in his reign, being undermined by ministers who were, at heart, antagonistic to him and his house due to old resentments held against his father, the late King Brand. They seized this time to assert their own wants and desires. Bard was unaware of these resentments and he misplaced his trust as most of his father’s trusted counselors had died along with the late King in the defense of Dale.
One such trusted counselor of old was the widow Bardhol, emissary to Dain, King of Erebor and the Lonely Mountain. As Brand’s counselor and good friend, the House of Bardhol grew close to Royal House. Bardhol’s sons; Bardhllelwyn, Bardhellys and Brand were like brothers to the Crown Prince and Bardhol’s daughter, Bardhwyn was thought by all to be his future queen, for she was fair and held dear by him. She had a strong spirit –for she was raised like her brothers with all the skills of a Barding. In her the Prince saw a strong and loving Queen.
As ill fate would have it, Bardhol and his three sons fell at the Gates of Erebor defending the fallen King Brand. Bardhol’s daughter fought too; for she was loathe to be hidden away in the caves of the Lonely Mountain. Bardhwyn fought well and fiercely, but alas she saw her family slain. She survived but her grief estranged her from the new King Bard, for she felt the loss of her family acutely in his presence and the pain was heavy on her. Bard, facing the pressures of his rule, took silent hurt to her absence and applied himself to the affairs of his Kingdom. He showed less favor to Bardhwyn and so the ties were cut.
Bardhwyn watched as Bard fashioned his rule, choosing courses of action she knew the late King and her father would object to. She attempted to counsel the King, but he was not receptive. Her disaffection for Bard II grew and her grief, pain and loneliness drove her to find fell company in dark places.
So it was she allied herself with that group of nobles, led by one Malthus, son of Mathelyn, their common bond being the active reform of Bard’s ministry – all for the good of Dale and its people.
Malthus was an ambitious man, ever envious of Bard. His wants and desires went far beyond the aims of his group. Through them he designed to raise himself to power, supplanting Bard and rule in his stead.
To further his vicious aims, Malthus struck a hurtful blow to the new King by winning the heart of Bardhwyn – not by means of tender affection, but by feeding her anger and pain. She succumbed and grew even bitterer and more hateful under his sway.
Malthus then set to sowing seeds of dissention, secretly pitting Dwarf against Elf, Elf against the King, thereby disrupting the long-standing harmony that had existed between the 3 Kindred since the Battle of the Five Armies and the reinstating of the two kingdoms. Bardhwyn was his principle tool in these efforts, as all the Royal Houses knew her. Initially, at least, her words and actions were trusted for she was the daughter of Bardhol. Her words could reach the right ears, and Malthus made sure they were all well planted.
Dale sickened.
As the plots and designs of Malthus developed in their malevolent complexity the King became aware of this new threat to his rule. Wisely, he waited. A spy infiltrated the band of nobles and a watch was set.
Malthus, confident with his successes, put forth his final plan: to kill the King, cause revolt and then take control of the Kingdom. It was the only way, he argued, to institute the reforms they so desperately supported. The mechanism of Bard’s trap was, thereby, sprung. The spy’s reports of Malthus’ treason came to the King and secretly Royal Troops were dispatched to apprehend him and his followers.
Upon announcement of his plans Malthus, to his surprise, met with dissention within his own ranks. A small band of his followers refused to support his insane plan. Bardhwyn led this group and tried vainly to dissuade her fell lover. She and the other dissenters were outnumbered and in the moment they were to meet their doom for refusing their allegiance – Malthus himself had a sword leveled to Bardhwyn’s heart – the King’s men attacked.
In the melee a fire began and spread quickly, for the group met in a poor section of the city where many dwellings were built of wood.
Many escaped, Malthus being one and he and his dutiful fled eastwards. Many died, both supporters and dissenters along with a few of the King’s troops. But some survived, one being Bardhwyn who, in the midst of the fire, was apprehended – not attempting to flee but while saving the life of a child trapped by the fire; one of several she had saved that night.
The surviving traitors were brought before the King, secretly, with no public trial so as avoid more dissention and strife and secretly they were sentenced. Bardhwyn thought she would be meted death but the King showed clemency towards her, however, in light of her heroism and bravery during the fire. No doubt it was also out of his love for her.
She was a traitor, nonetheless, and his heart broke that day. Exile was her punishment. She was to be stripped of her title and estates and banished. She would never again be allowed to set foot in any Realm of the Three Kindred. She was an outcast and an outlaw.
Her right inner fore arm was branded with the marks of an exiled traitor: A central letter T surrounded with the letter E in the scripts of the three kindred. It formed an ugly triangle forever declaring her crime.
The next morning Bardhwyn, with hair shorn, left Dale with only her horse, Thain, the clothes she wore and her weaponry; her father’s recurve bow, her elder brother’s sword, her middle brother’s quiver and arrows and her baby brother’s longknife. From her mother she’d inherited the ‘Truth Sense’, for Bardhwyn could, when possessing a calm mind, sense the truth of another’s words and even, on rare occasion, compel them to speak The Truth as well.
She rode out that sad morning as a mercenary – a hired bow defending a caravan of merchants who knew her not. They headed east to Dorwinon, and her grief weighed heavy upon her and her arm burned.
En route brigands cruelly attacked the caravan some leagues west of the village of Les. It wasn’t enough for them to steal; they wanted innocent blood. The came down heavily on the merchants and their swords worked quickly. Bardhwyn was unhorsed and pitted against a Southron who skillfully dealt her a blow, his cutlass slashing the left side of her head and face. She buckled and fell to her knees. The Southron thought her dead and turned to find other prey, but Bardhwyn regained her strength and stood once again. She was covered with blood and looked like a fiend of the Dark Lord.
As the Southron walked away she lightly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and so met his fate on Bardhwyn’s blade. In his death throes he fell fully down upon her and she, being weakened, could not stay his weight. They collapsed together, he dead and she almost so.
The brigands left the carnage on the heath as food for the crows. Bardhwyn’s mount escaped capture and returned to the battle scene. He stood guard over his master.
A day passed and another began when a band of travelers past by. They were good folk and they stopped to bury the dead. They then found Bardhwyn alive and guarded by Thain. They brought her to Ani-la, the healing woman of Les. Ani-la saved Bardhwyn’s sight, though a deep scar disfigured her face. Through her magic art, however, she imbued the scar with the gift of warning when danger was near.
Bardhwyn took Les as her home, living with the healing woman and learned the local tongue. Ani-la endeavored to teach Bardhwyn the healing arts and Bardhwyn did her best to learn while also riding the post to Dor Dormoi and offering safe passage to merchants and travelers, so to earn her keep. She oft would thank the Valar for their good graces, for she thought that she’d found some contentment at last. Only the unwanted advances of a local farmer, Jonas, troubled her. He cared for her, and she him, though she loved him not. Indeed she feared entangling any man, for she was ashamed of her past and thought only ill would befall him who dared to have her.
Trouble then brewed in the East with talk of failed crops and war on the West. Strife then traveled to the regions of Dorwinon. A local lord and his family were slain mysteriously in their own hall, seemingly without alarm and in the dead of night. Another lord in the northeast was found dead in his own wood after failing to return from his daily ride. Other Lords, it was rumored, fell under the sway of Easterlings, taking money and pledging their allegiance to Dramul, the King of the Easterlings.
It was as if the nobles, those to whom the common people looked to for their lead and protection, were either removed or took a fell turn of heart, as if they all drank from the same poison cup.
The people suffered. Some were turned out from their holdings, thus resorting to thievery. The roads between Les and Dor Dormoi became treacherous and harm befell the meager trade that existed between the hamlets and villages in the region. Bardhwyn found her time consumed with protecting the merchants and villagers of Les and she constantly patrolled the roads of the region.
One evening, after having returned from Dor Dormoi, she sat in the Black Fish Inn when a band of merchants arrived. She immediately knew them to be Bardings. She hailed them and spoke at length with them, knowing all along they withheld much of the truth.
She offered her services as escort to Dor Dormoi and they agreed. In truth, her aim in contracting her services was not wholly for their safety, but to ensure their quick exit from Les for she did not trust them and wanted them out of the village.
In accepting their charge that night Bardhwyn changed her life forever. These ‘merchants’ were, in truth, spies sent forth by Bard II, the King of Dale. All were chosen from his Bowmen’s Guild. Bard’s hand would yet again prove influential to Bardhwyn’s fate as she found herself embroiled in the mission he’d commanded them to fulfill. Though skeptical of her at first, with her past giving rise to mistrust the Bowmen came to value her courage and fidelity in friendship.
She traveled with the Bowmen of Dale deep into the East in attempts to avert war and in doing so, changed the course of her fate.
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Gareth, son of Garendir
The Lebennin Conspiracy
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Minas Tirith, Third Circle
Age: 19
Alliance: Sworn to serve The Steward of Gondor alone.
Weapon: Bow, dagger, broadsword, garrot, throwing knives. Well skilled in the use of all for he is one of the Steward's Men, an elite and secret group of handpicked and trained men directed by the Steward alone.
More coming....
Post 109
Carnimiriel
Sorceress of the Wood
Date Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2002 5:26 pm
Name Carnimiriel Isilraen (sometimes called Miriel)
Race Elf (Mostly Noldo with some Sindarin blood)
House Direct descendent of Finarfin through Aegnor on her mother's side
Gender Female
Age Born in 2525 Third Age in the Grey Havens
Height 6'2"
Build Slender (beanpole
)Eyes Grey
Hair Golden blonde
Marital Status Married to Elbren in 3019 Third Age after War of Ring
Children Twin daughters Rosmarien and Lorfindur, born in 2 Fourth Age
Occupation Mage, specializing in offensive spells using fire. Apprentice to her great aunt Galadriel until her departure.
Home The city of Caras Galadhon in Lothlorien from 3018 on, though she travels frequently
Means of Travel Third Age: Silver-grey horse, Rohsil Fourth Age: Chestnut brown horse with white blaze from Rohan's herds, Glosgil
Weapons Runya, "red flame", jewel of power forged in Valinor. Can be used for many purposes including starting fires, illusions, shielding, reading thoughts of enemies, etc. Short sword formerly borne by her father, Amandur.
Musical Instruments Master Bard specializing in Blockflute (recorder) and voice (soprano)
Skills Magic arts, also minor skills in healing, riding, swordplay, reading and writing many languages.
Personality Proud, willful, and introverted, Carnimiriel is close to few but intensely loyal to her friends. Her Noldorin temper sometimes shows itself, though she also has a strong compassionate side. She feels that she has a duty to Middle Earth and has little interest in sailing West, though her parents and many of her kin have done so. She does not have much stomach for battle but will participate when called to do so.
Bio See Carnimiriel's Story
Roleplay Threads In Search of the Ringbearer Carnimiriel's first adventure, deeds during the War of the Ring, and Marriage to Elbren
Elbren's Challenge Early Fourth Age adventures
Of Helcaraxe and the Passing of the Noldor First Age tale which includes Carnimiriel's ancestor, Anarrima
Post 110
Kaolin
Date Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2002 7:34 pm
Name: Kaolin
Race: Half Istari Half Elf
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 210
Hair: Long Silver
Eyes: Deep blue
Other Noticable features: Long Diagonal Scar across his left cheek
Occupation: Wanderer, memeber of the knights of the old code, Apprentice in the weapon dancers guild, Ringbearer of the Chaos ring of the Heart
Outfit: A mithril chainmail with a blue and silver tunic witht he isgina of a western and eastern dragon entagling each other on it, He has a black hooded cape for nights in the darkness to be left unseen. Wears the Chaos Ring of the Heart a black ring with the name engraved in a forgotten language and silver shine. Carries the blade Euphoraito.
Means of travel: Walking, or black horse
Weapons of choice: Though is training to master all weapons he uses his sword Euphoraito and the Chaos ring of the Heart. He uses the magick that the Istarian side of him posses and his elven side of magick to mix it into a different form of magic.
Weapon Info: Euphoraito- A long Katana fashioned in same design as the legendary blade Murasame. A one-sided samurai sword. It was made from a mystic metal that can only be found in Holy waters. It was crafted by a blacksmith in the start of the first age. IT has been refined and retouched in several years. The creator of the rings was one of individuals that sharpened and redesigned the blade over the years. The Chaos ring of the Heart- It draws it strength from the Heart of the wearer. It has the ability to cast out green lightning and to increases the wearers abilities to a small degree, the effect becomes stronger the weaker the wearer becomes. Other abilities are still unknown and locked in the ring.
Personality: A quiet to strangers but outgoing to those that know him. When he is locked in a battle he becomes serious and acts as if he knows his foes moves. He has a strange sense of humor that can only grow on people. He never likes to see someone in trouble and enjoys a good challenge.
Bio: He was born before the elves touched the Earth. he was the son of an Elven madian and an Istarian. Manwe was displeased that this child was born, but he couldn't kill the child but because it wasn't his fault he was born. Manwe sent him to the Earth before the elves to wander and to grow. He spent years wandering before the other creatures came to the Earth. When they arrived Kaolin was to used to being alone that he could only wander and watch as these societies grew. Over time he started to take part in history himself being in the War of the Ring. Though he only feels natural when he wanders.
Post 111
Reaper
Date Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2002 10:12 am
Name-No-one knows his true name, but he is usually known as the Reaper
Alliance-Mordor
Race-Elf
Age-2,333 (about 35 in human years)
Gender-Male
Height-6ft 3''
Weight-10st 1lb
Marital status-Single
Birthplace-Mirkwood
Hair colour-Black
Eye colour-Black
Noticible features-Scar across right eye
Usual clothing-Resembles a Ringwraith, but keeps hodd down. Long black trousers. Black, ripped shirt, and boots with ornate mithril design
Weapons-2 elbow daggers, Morgul blade, boot dagger
Skills-Extremely good horseback rider, spoils for a fight! Still has the ability to send mental messages
Means of transport-Black stallion named Kcheracruin
Past-Born into the alliance of Mirkwood. Joined a group of rebellion elves at a young age, but took it very seriously. Left the Mirkwood alliance and fought against them with Mordor. He has been given the name Dark Elven King, and is known by the song called the Lulaenvinne, or 'death song'...
"You may be a King,
Or just an inn sweeper,
But sooner or later,
We all dance with the Reaper."
Post 112
Maiden_of_the_Ice
Date Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2002 5:38 pm
Name:Lenias Bluecloud
Race:Half Rohan, half Telerian
Age:17
Height:5'5
Weight:108
Build:feminine, wirey, slim
Eye:Black with navy and light blue streaks
Hair:Thick, smooth, wavy strawberry blode hair; waist length and tied with thin rope below her shoulder blades
Marital Status:single
Personality:joking, loyal, a bit shy, but very focused
Outfit:a sleeveless, knee lenth blue velvet tunic and navy blue linen blouse, underneath, navy breeches made of cotton, tall, black boots, and a solid gray wool cloak
Weaponery:a long mithril sword that is slightly curved and studded with emeralds at the top
Transportation:A large (nineteen hands) horse named Lord Fire Demon, for he was bred in Mordor by the orcs. She calls him Fire, but anyone else uses his full name
.Bio:She was born and raised on the fields of Rohan, where she learned to ride when she learned to walk. She was the daughter of two riders of Rohan, or so she thought, and at the young age of fourteen she struck out from home on a young stallion. After two months of riding through the misty mountains, she was captured by orcs, and her loyal horse, Glimmerfog, was killed. She quickly escaped one night, but not before cutting the bonds of the most beautiful horse she'd ever seen. The orcs had bestowed upon it a spell, that whoever was the first to ride him would be the only one that ever could. They had meant to give him to their leader, not a fourteen year commoner human prisoner!
She travelled to Rivendell, where an elf named Laurel taught her how to play the lute and she learned astronomy and math in the great library.She also discovered something far more intriguing than lute playing. Lenia often studied geneaology in the great library, where she discovered her father's name in an elven family tree. She learned she was half Telerian, yet often just says that she is human, so as to avoid any possible conflicts.
One night she was out in the forest studdying the stars and she was whisked away before she had felt them lift her onto their horse. She fought and struggled, and it appeared that this elf was a minion of Mordor. She was taken back to the east with him, and brought into Mordor. One morning as he saddled his horse to ride into the fog, she grabbed his hunting knife from his belt and killed him.
She rode back to Imladris expecting relieved faces and welcomes, but instead she recieved angry words and curses, for while she was gone, a young boy had mounted her horse, and the horse had killed him. So she took her horse and went deep into the forest, meaning to abandon him, but as she looked into his eyes to say good bye, she realized that without her horse she would be dead, or still in the clutches of the Orcs.
So she became a wanderer of no home, though she means one day to return to Rohan, and has hardly a clue of why a minion of Mordor should seek her. She supposes that it was the horse he was after, yet she has begun questing to further understand this matter.
Post 113
*Sadrien*Elvenhalf*
Date Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2002 2:02 pm
~*Sadrien*~
NAME: Sadrien Elvenhalf (she does have a middle name but she hardly ever uses it and other than her sister and some of her related family, no one else knows it)
RACE: Half elf, half woman (Her mother was an elf and her father a mortal man). Sage is immortal and has the air of an elf, but acts mostly human.
AGE: 18-19
EYES: Her eyes have a thin ring of light brown around the pupil and it slowly blends into a sparkling blue. Sadrien's eyes will at times completely change colors and/or shades, but they usually stay this way.
HAIR: dark brown with natural highlights of red and copper, giving her hair a reddish-brown look and in certain lights a golden or red shine. Slighty thick and silky, it comes down to her mid-back.
HEIGHT: 5'9", seemingly short for an elf, but with her being half woman..it fits.
BUILD & OTHER: Slender, but muscular build. Skin tone is golden.
WEAPONS: 1 sword; she keeps this on her left side, seeing as how she is right handed. It is double bladed and the hilt was made for two hands.
5 knives; 1 hair knife which can be hidden in some hair styles that she uses. 1 sleeve knife which can be strapped to her arm and hidden under long sleeves or an arm bracer. 1 thigh knife, she keeps this strapped to her thich just for some extra weaponry coverage. 2 long, fighting knives. These she keeps in her pack along with her bow and quiver and they really only make appearances when she is in battle.
SKILLS: Sadrien's body heals quickly from injury and she has built up an immunity to most poisons. She can speak many different languages, including a little of the Black Speech. Sage has a special way with people, animals and plants. Animals especially (she has six)
ANIMALS: 2 horses; Tinuviel(neo), and Anarelen(Anar[or Elen]). 2 wolves; Tyris and Raumo. 1 Falcon; Taurus. 1 tiny mouse: Regulus. (Background stories are available on all animals, but I'm not going to write them now. Usually she only has one or two of these animals with her)
BIO: At around the age of 3, Sadrien and her sister Aloen came to live with their uncle, Lord Elrond, in Rivendell after their realm was invaded by a huge band of orcs. Their parents had sent them away in the midst of the battle and were not seen again.
In Rivendell and along with Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen, the girls gave their uncle a constant migraine. He wished for them to become perfect ladies, be sought by numerous other elven men, and then settle and live out the remainder of their lives in peace. But Sadie and Allie would not be tamed so easily. They were always thinking about how their parents had been taken from them so early in life and their anger would grow. Elronds sons, realizing this, would take the girls out and secretly start teaching them miscellaneous fighting techniques, provided that they try to do better with their 'lady lessons'. The girls agreed and they could be seen out in the woods, sparing or training with their cousins, even though they were still very young, only 6 years old. When Elrond found out about this, he rigged out completely. Luckily, Gandalf was there with him and made him see that Elrond should allow the girls to train, to become stronger, to vent their anger and become strong. But he also told Elrond to continue with the 'lady lessons' and that, over time, the girls would balance themselves out. And so Elrond requested that some of the best trainers come to teach his neices to fight.
The girls became so good with their fighting and markmen ship that they soon surpassed their trainers and were forced to come up with their own tactics and techniques.
As for 'Lady Lessons', Elrond had manadged to teach them many different languages, dances and people skills. Gandalf the Grey taught them about many different races, animals and plants of Middle Earth, and Galadriel taught them to sing and of Middle Earth's history. The girls grew a little more beautiful both on the inside and outside as the days wore on and soon they headed out into the world to wander, find adventure, and perhaps someday, love.
Post 114
*Sadrien*Elvenhalf*
Date Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2002 2:03 pm
(sorry, triple post)
Post 115
*Sadrien*Elvenhalf*
Date Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2002 2:04 pm
(sorry, triple posts)
Post 116
SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Date Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2002 3:04 pm
Um, Sadrien, how would you like to edit out two of your three duplicate posts? I know it was probably a cranky computer or connection, but cleaning up will keep it tidy for everyone, okay?
Thanks,
**Scribbles
Post 117
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2002 11:34 am
Sorry about this, but BUMP!!!
Post 118
Woodelf
Date Posted: Thu May 2, 2002 3:48 am
Name Haldaranya.
AKA Shadow Walker, The White Star
Race Elven - Noldor.
Gender Male.
Age Older than the sun.
Height 6 foot.
Build Medium.
Hair Deep Blond.
Eyes Silver-Grey.
Marital Status Single.
Occupation Wanderer.
Clothes Black, Grey, Green.
Means of travel Mostly by foot.
Weapons Two mithrill swords forged long ago in Valinor, a pair of long curved hunting knives, and a bow.
Skills/Abilities Various forms of combat, Archery, Sorcary, being an Elven prince has the ability to change to his Wraith form.
Personality Usually kind, caring and loyal, often blunt,to the point.
Bio An Elven prince born just after the crossing of the Noldor to Valinor. Came to Middle Earth with many of his people after the theft of the Silmarils by Mogroth, but neither swore the oath or participated in the Kinslaying so did not come under the Curse of the Noldor.
Post 119
earendil81
i harn galen
Date Posted: Thu May 2, 2002 9:13 am
Hey all your stories are really interesting… Here is mine. It’s pretty long and sometimes the words might not be accurate because I’m not an English speaker. SO it is only a translation.
Name: Iris but goes by Earendil, or Eari the Greenstone
Race: Half Elf/Half Human
Gender: Female
Age: born 2998 of the Third Age (that’s 21 when the ring is destroyed)
Height: 1m70 (no idea in feet sorry)
Hair: light brown with red hints
Eyes: iris-blue (hence her name) but violet when in wrath
Marital Status: formerly engaged to Boromir
Occupation: wanderer, singer, bard
Outfit: she’s always wearing grey or dark-green riding pants with brown knee high boots, a green tunic and a green cloak offered by the Lady of the Galadhrim. She’s wearing three jewels; a necklace with a green round stone supported by two dolphins onfered by her brother, that turns red sometimes (see bio), the white golden ring offered by Boromir when he asked her to wed before he left for Imladris and the blue ring Aaricia from the Ring Guild.
Means of travel: Earendil rides a black mare called Erwen.
Skills: Earendil is a Ranger and a fierce warrior. She doesn’t have the Elves’ keen sight (see bio), but has very good ears. She is no good in archery but prefers close fight. Her favourite blades are an elvish sword, Athena and a dagger, Artemis. She can see little parts of the future, thanks to both her Westerness and Elvish ascendancy. The stone around her neck reflects two powers; one on the earth, given by hope and one over fire, given by wrath and despair(see bio). She also has a mezzo-soprano voice that she carefully looks after.
Personality: usually she doesn’t look like a girl and acts is a boy. Generally shy, she hides her dark sides behind a smiling face and it is always hard to guess what she feels or thinks. Generous, she is trustworthy but will not trust easily. When in wrath she can be deadly even to her friends.
Bio: daughter of Celebrindor (Celeborn's brother) and Gilraen’s sister, cousin to Halbarad and to Aragorn II, she was born and raised in Eriador for her father was slain by orcs during an errand with the Rangers, while her mother was pregnant. On her birthday, her mother foretold that
“To the North she will never belong,
But whether to East or West no one will know
It will depend on if she is not enough strong
And she instead of hope, chooses sorrow”
After that the Dunedain woman died.
This needs editing and correcting. Up to now, this is what is actually written about eari's life. I will put this up here as soon as I have finished reworking on it
Post 120
Lomiel
Date Posted: Thu May 2, 2002 1:46 pm
Name: Lomiel Echo Star
Nick name: Luin
Race: Half Elven, Half Gondorian
Gender: female
Age: 15
Eyes: blue green
Hair: Tawny-Dark Reddy brown color
Skin: Slightly dark
Weapons: eight throwing knives she keeps in her boots, long straight blade
Mode of Transportation: A horse with a silver coat, gray muzzle and stockings, and dark brown mane and tail named Birch
Outfit: Worn out brown leather knee boots, faded gray, sleevless tunic, long sleeved indigo undershirt, maroon velvet breeches, maroon velvet cloak.
Bio: She was born in Dol Amroth to a black-smith's daughter and a Rivendell elf. Her mother died to days after birth and she was then brought to Rivendell by her father, who left her in the care of her aunt for six years. When she turned six, her father came and took her away to Lothlorien. She was not happy there, for with her blood she pined for the sea. Her father had remarried, and had another child, a boy named Andae. Her life became monotinous with studies, although she did enjoy learning to play the dolcimer.
When she was twelve, she packed her dolcimer, a small amount of money, some extra warm clothes, food, saddled her horse, and road away. She travelled south to Gondor, where she currently resides.
Post 121
firenzie
Date Posted: Fri May 3, 2002 10:17 am
name:fire
age:15
race:elf
gender:female
hieght:5'4"
wieght:120( or there abouts )
home:Lothlorien
hair:red-brown just below her shoulders and unkempt
eyes:glowing teal
status:single and not looking( in other words back off guys )
occupation:traveler/explorer seeking to avenge the death of her parents and brother
clothes:a black cloak a long blue tunic and long pants and a coat of mithril mail
travel:a white-blue palimino horse named Sky
weapon:2 daggers a sword and bow and lothlorien arrows ( and a few orc arrows as souviners )
skills:she knows many things of middle earth and lands ( like egypt etc. ) and is able to read minds and is a healer.She is great at fighting with swords,daggers,bow-and-arrows,and even axes though she carries none and can tlk to animals (like snakes dogs and horses.)
bio: she was born in Bree but raised in Lothlorien her parents were travelers/explorers.When she was born ( in Bree ) a fortune teller man happened to be there and upon seeing her predicted she wouldbe a great fighter one day but that also would be her downfall. When she was nine or there abouts her parents were killed in an orc attack near Moria.She left Lothlorien in the middle of the night to avenge her parents death.Her older brother was killed in a battle with orcs when she was allmost fourteen and she had narowly survived herself.She has traveled all over Middle Earth and to other countries but hasnt ever returned to her home yet.When she was very young (maybe four or five) her father taught her the skills of bows and arrows and how to make them and to fight and kill with them and how to use the sword both she was very good at and learned quickly. She had went with them on all their adventures and knew most of Middle Earth like the back of her hand but for some reason she was not permitted to go with them on their last adventure wich she hated herself ever since for not accompining ( spell? ) them anyways.For a year after she left her home she traveled with a istari and then for two years her and her brother traveled with rangers (including Aragornor.)She fell in love once while staying in Gondor (for a few months) with a sixteen year old boy called Cricket by his friend but he died of a desease.She has never loved anyone (except her horse) since that. After wandering for many months they went to Rivendell because Elrond wanted to see her brother.When they left she was fourteen a few weeks later a wandering fortune-teller predicted her brother would meet his fate in a month at the full moon.The next month they were going to leave Middle Earth and travel to a far off country that they knew well.But a army of orcs surrounded them.They both fought bravely and killed very many orcs.But fire was weak and tired and collapsed and woke up later to find her brother one of the killed (she has kept the arrow that killed him ever since)and herself near death but a wizard found her and brought her back to health.He traveled with her for a few months but when spring came again he told her he would have to leave her.She has been wandering on her own since.
family:her mom was born in the 2nd age and her dad was born in the 1rst age and her brother was born 22 years before her
languages: she can talk to horses and many other languages and knows Sindarin common language and Quenya and many other languages
personality:she doesnt trust easily but once you get to know her she can be a very valuable friend and is very brave and loyal and open minded not to metion stubborn and she is very easily offended and never forgets a wrong doing to her or her friends (you really do NOT wanna get on her bad side in other words.)She is pretty quiet and thoughtful but get her going and she's as loud and fiesty as any guy.She has a good sense of humor and is very intelligent and clever but can be very serious when need-be.She is boyish like and if it werent for her eyes and hair youd think she was a boy.She loves adventures and fighting orcs and their like as much as she loves her horse (wich is greatly.) She is independant and comes and goes as she pleases.
Post 122
Blodeuedd
Date Posted: Sat May
Name: Blodeuedd
Race: Looks like an elf
Gender: female
Age: around 3000
Height: tall
Weight: a woman dont tell
Hair: ravenblack
Eyes: Green
Marital status: single
Occupations: traveller, fighter, (assassin, well before)
Clothes: black pants,green tunic and a greener on top, black cape, in the summer a short brown dress
Means of travel: A white horse with a silver mane called Isola
Weapons: A longbow of silver with elvish inscriptions on it, a sword and some daggers hidden in her clothes.
Skills: A swordmaster, also master with the bow and all other weapons and a trainee of magic.
Bio: A long time ago there was this elven knight8 he still lives in Mirkwood) and his mother had put a spell on him. He could not marry a woman born by a woman. So his uncle and another wizard created a woman from flowers. Blodeuedd grew up with the elves looking like an elf but she didnt want to marry someone she didnt love so she ran away. But maybe she still loved him but she had her ways. The road took her to Mordor where she was captured. She was searching who she was and stayed in Mordor where they trained her to become an assassin. But after many, many years( the time went quickly by) she she got a mission. There was a rebell in Harad that needed to be killed. Blodeuedd was sent there but fell in love and lied to the people who had hired her. Later they found out and killed the man and then she tried to kill someone and was more or less kicked out of Harad and she cant forgive them for killing him. She was taken back to mOrdor and after some months she finally knew that this wasn't the place for her so she ran of again. She wandered around the country and the first time she met elves they recognized her for it was her kin from Mirkwood. She had done terrible things and really was sorry but there was no forgivness. So she travelled around Middle- Earth and helping in every battle she could. She wants to find the truth about herself for she actually dont know that she was created by wizards. And she wants to make up her time in Mordor where she was brainwashed. She has could actually go back to Mirkwood now but she is to afraid what they will think of her. But she finds more courage for each day and has actually got a parchment from Galadriel that would mean a save journey into Mirkwood. But the future can only tell the rest.
And there may have been another Blodeuedd before with the same look and who perished in some war to become this Blodeuedd later on. Must work on that story more.
Post 123
Borimir
Date Posted: Sun May 5, 2002 4:20 pm
Name:Borimir
Race:Half human, half miair
Age:30(will never die of old age)
Hieght:6'9"
Wieght:210lbs
Hair:Shoulder length gold hair
Build:Sturdy, very muscular
Eyes:Green, bright green with streaks of silver when using magic
Marital status:Single but knight to Arwen902
Occupation:Ranger of Ithilien, Gaurdian of the Trees
Outfit:All green but if fighting for Gondor, black with silver tree embriodered on it
Means of Travel:He usually walks but if need be he will ride a horse
Weapons of Choise:Sword(Agonnalo), his ring Daira-Abar, and his magic.
Skills Include:Sword fighting, archery, hunting, hiding(while hunting)
Personality:Very quiet and secretive, at home in the woods and enjoys watching wildlife
Bio:Borimir was born in Henneth Annun in Ithilien, his parents were Faramir and Eowyn.He was an only child.When Borimir was growing his best friend was Damrod.
Damrod taught him to hunt and hide in the trees, they were insepperable, in one case they even fought orcs together in the most northern parts of Ithilien closest to Dagorlad when he was 13 years old.
When Borimir was 27 Damrod left, under the order of Ellasar II, to Carn Dum. Borimir was distraught, he couldn't sleep or eat.On his 28th birthday he made the desicion to go to Carn Dum to find Damrod.When he got to Carn Dum the only familiar face he found was Mablung.Mablung told him that a missinformed ranger from Ithilien told Damrod that Borimir was dead.The unconsolable Damrod left for Rhun becuase he was told Easterlings killed Borimir.Borimir went to find him but got sidetracked when in a fit of anger he persued a group of orcs to the slopes of Mount Gundabad.
He returned to Carn Dum only to find it deserted. Not thinking he began to wander. He ended up in Fornost.He stayed there for two years, and then set out in search of Damrod but got caught up in an archery school where he met Arwen902 and became a knight to her. While at the archery school, his compassion for nature inspired the Valar, Aldaron, to grant Borimir the title of Gaurdian of the Trees.
With this prestigiuos title came the gift of imortality and a great responsibility, it is Borimir's duty to defend the likeness of Telperion in Minas Tirith. When ever an attamt is to be made on the tree Borimir recieves a vision of the attack, he always recieves the visions in just enough time to reach Minas Tirith and intercept the attack. It is also his duty to carry the memory of Laurelin the Golden, the tree that was lost to Melkor and Ungoliant.
Borimir can traverse to Valinor and back to Middle Earth whenever he likes , whether it be by ship or by the power of Aldaron. Borimir can also ask for the Valars help in battle.
Post 124
Manheyn_Rawar
Date Posted: Sun May 5, 2002 6:26 pm
Name: Rawar
Race: Man
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Height: 6'0:
Weight: 184 lbs.
Hair color: Dark brown, almost black, thick, slight natural curl, unkempt
Facial hair: Same color, very short; mustache and full beard
Eye color: Black
Attire: Loose, brown cloak with hood; wears two leather straps crisscrossed to from an "x" across stomach and back, like bandoliers. On the back he has attached, on either strap, a sheated sword and a quiver, with bow strung on left shoulder. Black boots.
Epidermal Imperfections (i.e. scars; just trying to sound sophisticated
): Wicked scar running from right temple down same side of face to the neck, two inches below the earMarital status: Single
Hometown: None
Relations: Unknown
Manner: Dark, keeps to himself for the most part, doesn't talk much; given to going off by himself just thinking for long periods of time. Serious, rarely jokes, though is not without a sense of humor. Very caring, given to helping those in need, then once work is done, leaves without notice or goodbye.
Occupation: Ranger
Skills: Excellent in all manner of scouting and tracking, very skilled with a sword, and a dead-eye archer; makes his own arrows. Also an extremely fast runner, good at climbing.
Weaknesses: Poor swimmer.
Means of Travel: By foot; does not ride, has excellent endurance and, since most horses must rest, can keep up with most of them on long journeys.
Bio: Rawar is very mysterious, little is known of his past or his relations. He doesn't even know who his father was, he was raised by an elf outcast, Vorrodion, in the north. When he was 20, just after Vorrodion had given him the title of Ranger, the elf died in a battle with some Orcs. Rawar began wandering, and has been ever since.
Post 125
Matrim
Enamored with a Ringbearer
Date Posted: Thu May 9, 2002 7:42 pm
Name: Matrim Calhoun (Mat)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 6'5"
Build: Medium build, Well Muscled.
Hair: Long Black Hair
Eyes: Gray-Blue
Marital Status: Single
Occupations: Lord Commander or the Band Of the Red Hand, adventurer, bard, bouncer of the Lucky Fortune Inn
Clothes: Hunter Green cloak, Brown leather jerkin and pants, black boots, brown scarf, black round hat, pendant of two ravens facing each other
Means of Travel: Dappled Grey named Theo.
Weapons/Skills: Green handled black hafted spear, twin scimitars. Extremely lucky.
Bio: As a teenaged Eastlinger, Mat had a death sentance on him for a drunken brawl he was involved with. Two men died and witnesses say he killed the men. He was forced to flee his homeland.
After a year of wandering the wilds Mat came across a evil wizard who tried to kill him. Fighting back Mat almost had the wizard in check when he unleashed a spell very rarely seen on the middle earth.
Mat was transported to a world where lizard creatures ruled. Frustrated with him they attempted to kill him by hanging. He was able to move just far enough to grab the spear he now carries of the wall and cut himself free. Disgusted with him they cast a spell on him. To mark him in thier world as bad luck they gave him a pendant. He still to this day wears the pendant and a scarf to hide the scar on his neck. Mat finally found a way back to the middle earth. By doing this he caused the spell to reverse itself and made him unnaturally lucky. It also caused voices to awake in his head. These voices were the great human generals from the past. He remebered all they had done and seen and could recall it at will.
He was returned not far from a group of men. They were preparing defenses against a group of orcs who vastly outnumbered them. Mat was pushed by some unknown force to help them. He was speaking with thier leader when a orcish arrow killed the man. Mat took charge and led the men to a great victory, killing all the orcs. This was the creation of the Band of the Red Hand.
Mat's leading ability was tested again and again against the forces of Mordor. With every victory Mat's group of men grew until it became an army. When the men realized this they took the name of Mat's favorite book. Mat decided to let the men choose who they would have lead. He was voted leader and given the title of Lord Commander.
Mat then decided to swear loyalty to no land and made his army freestanding. The only army in the middle earth to do so. Instead he decided to surrport all who fought against Mordor and evil. Upon this he instructed the generals to continue the fight, he had to go away for a time.
Mat never liked to be called Lord. He decided he needed a break. So he left for the wild lands once more and took on the life of a ranger. He carried only his spear into battle after battle until one day he was fighting in the woods where it was ineffective. He decided to take up another weapon as well. He went into a town near by and tried out many swords until he came across a scimitar. He picked it up and tested its weight and feel. He saw another one so he picked it up as well. He moved through patterns slowly but increasing speed until the weapons were a blur. Grinning to himself he paid for the weapons and wears them on his belt to this day.
After 2 more years in the wilds he came across the Lucky Fortune Inn and met his dear friends. He currently resides there and is the bouncer. He still adventures to this day but less frequently. He still is trying to finish his greatest quest though and win the heart of the woman he loves.
Post 126
Sammy_Red_mane55
Date Posted: Fri May 10, 2002 8:18
Name: Samantha Jriino (Sammy)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5ft 8''
Build: Beautiful, stunning hourglass body shape, amazing legs
Hair: Shoulder length, auburn
Eyes: Brown
Marital Status: Single (but many, many male admirers...c'mon in lads!))
Occupations: Not really any
Clothes: Long, flimsly looking white dress with red laced corset
Means of Travel: Appaloosa cross mare named Spot Luck, Sammy fell in love with the horse and bought her with her own money
Weapons/Skills: Extremely good fighter, carries a couple of throwing daggers, and a long, engraven elven sword
Bio: Sammy is a free spirit, enjoying the comfort of being alone with her beloved mare in Middle Earth.
Post 127
Sauron's_Nagging_Wife
Date Posted: Fri May 10, 2002 10:26 am
Far too much information for one post. Go to the link:
Lady Legrace's Website
Post 128
Raven_of_Numenor
Date Posted: Fri May 10, 2002 7:48 pm
Name: Rowanna
Nickname: Roe
Race: Numenorean
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Hair: Long (knee length), straight, black, kept in a long braid
Eyes: Dark brown and large, deer like, almond shaped
Skin: Faintly tanned
Height: Short, only about 5'3
Weight: 105 lb
Build: Extremely lithe adnd slim, not very feminine
Marital Status: She doesn't buy into that mushy stuff
Outfit: A red canvas tunic that reaches a bit below her waist, a loose brown knee length skirt, black leggings, and worn leather knee height boots. She always keeps a small pendant tucked into the folds of her shirt near her rope belt and is very protective of it
Mode of Transportation: She's no great Rohirric horse-woman, but she tries. She has a small brown horse of about thirteen hands and although he's no angel, she loves him all the same. She christened him Cumia, the recieving abyss, after his stomache.
Weaponery: Next to nothing. She has a pair of daggers, not made for throwing but holding on to instead
and besides that there is only her fist fighting.Skills Include: Fist fighting, knife fighting, basic herbal remedies,
acrobatics, dancing, espionage, camoflague, cooking
Personality: Roe has a very quiet, mysterious personality. She's much more observitive and intelligent than people realize.She is no gentile, though. She won't shirk to pick a fight when she recognizes the kid who stuck a dandelion up Cumia's nose. But she does like a good laugh, and reads all the time.
Bio: Rowanna was born in Fornost, at the foot of the North Downs in Arnor. Her Father was a ranger, and her mother was a meek woman. She grew up learning how to take care of herself and her mother while her father was away. When she was seven her father died, and she convinced her mother to move to Bree where they had a cousin, Eric of Brandywine. Along the way, they met robbers in Cherwood, where she really convinced herself that she was made of tougher stuff than she looked.
She and her mother have lived there ever since, where her mother works at the Pony and she helps sometimes. Like her father, though, she has a restless persona and whenever the oppurtunity presents itself she gos away for a while, and brings back a small memento for her Mom, and wild stories for the children of Bree.
Post 129
zeldaringset
Date Posted: Sat May 11, 2002 1:30 am
Name: Zelda (but people call her Z)
Gender: Female
Age: So old that no one remembers
From: No one knows
Height: Can chanbe her size but likes to stay between Hobbit size and Dwarf size.
Parents: Never had any.
Hair Color and Length: She has midnight black hair that goes down to her shoulders.
Eye Color: Bright blue
Powers: She has control over all magic but she doesn't really like to use her powers.
Weapons: Her magic
Outfit: She wears a dark green shirt that reaches down to her knees with a bright green longsleeved shirt underneath. She also wears bright green pants and boots.
Personality: Very friendly but serious when need to.
Talents: Has so many can't list all here (she's been living for a long time so she does have a lot of talents.)
Copainions: She has a dragon named Trix that she found and saved and a blue cat named Mintir.
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(..)(..)_____
Means of Travel: Sometimes she flys but she usally rides on Trix (if he's in the mood.)
Other Stuff: Z is a princess of a hidden city even though there is no king or queen and she hates being one. She likes to travel and when she's gone she puts Ralph and Sapora in charge(Ralph is a boy who has sworne to prodect Z [Like she'll need it] and likes her a little too much[she doesn't like him at all] . Sapora is Z's little sister)
Post 130
Mithrandiel
Date Posted: Mon May 13, 2002 11:57 am
Name: Mithrandiel Tirielen <Bright-star>
Nickname: Sometimes called Randi!
Gender: Female
Age: 1112
Race: Elf
Alliance: Imladris
From: Imladris (!?!)
Height: 5'4"/5'5"
Parents: Unknown, was brought up in Elrond's care.
Hair: Jet black, straight, silky smooth and about waist length
Eyes: Large, bright violet with very long eyelashes
Skin: Lightly tanned
Build: Slender and athletic
Powers: Nothing more than is usual for elves
Weapons: Bow and arrows, two knives, and a sword named Celeb'loki <silver dragon>
Outfit: Silver shirt, pale blue leggings, and a dark blue tunic with silver stars on it, pulled in at the waist by a silver belt made of interlocking stars, knee-high soft, dark blue dyed leather. She wears a circlet of silver around her head, as she is the adopted daughter of Elrond.
Personality: OOC: Depends on which role play I'm in! But in serious behaviour she is noble, and wary of other people, for she has seen much evil, but she is loyal, trustworthy, lethal when needed to be, calm in times of stress, and has a light heartedness that only rarely shows through her noble demeanour.
Mode of transport: Foot, horse, whatever. She has a horse back in Rivendell named Ninniach, for he is the colour of moonlight.
Skills: An expert in all modes of fighting and all weaponry, particularly archery. Her noble upbringing also means she knows how to behave like a Lady, and Elrond has also taught her some basic healing.
Post 131
Mithrandiel
Date Posted: Mon May 13, 2002 11:57 am
Name: Mithrandiel Tirielen <Bright-star>
Nickname: Sometimes called Randi!
Gender: Female
Age: 1112
Race: Elf
Alliance: Imladris
From: Imladris (!?!)
Height: 5'4"/5'5"
Parents: Unknown, was brought up in Elrond's care.
Hair: Jet black, straight, silky smooth and about waist length
Eyes: Large, bright violet with very long eyelashes
Skin: Lightly tanned
Build: Slender and athletic
Powers: Nothing more than is usual for elves
Weapons: Bow and arrows, two knives, and a sword
Outfit: Silver shirt, pale blue leggings, and a dark blue tunic with silver stars on it, pulled in at the waist by a silver belt made of interlocking stars, knee-high soft, dark blue dyed leather boots. She wears a circlet of silver around her head as she is the adopted daughter of Elrond.
Personality: OOC: Depends on which role play I'm in! But in serious behaviour she is noble, and wary of other people, for she has seen much evil, but she is loyal, trustworthy, lethal when needed to be, calm in times of stress, and has a light heartedness that only rarely shows through her noble demeanour.
Mode of transport: Foot, horse, whatever. She has a horse back in Rivendell named Ninniach, for he is the colour of moonlight.
Skills: An expert in all modes of fighting and all weaponry, particularly archery. Her noble upbringing also means she knows how to behave like a Lady, and Elrond has also taught her some basic healing.
Post 132
MouseofMordor
Date Posted: Thu May 16, 2002 5:34 am
Name: Mouse
Race: unknown
Appearance: Appears as a human of 18 years old
Gender: Male
Skin colour: lighter than normal
Hair colour: Snow white
Eye colour: Depends on the surroundings, In the forest they are green, in snowy areas they are ice blue, in the dark they have a dark red glow
Height: taller than dwarfs smaller than humans
Weight: very light
Outfit: a huge cape which hides his face so that no one ever saw his eyes.
Weapon skills: Swordfighter, dagger thrower, also knows how to handle the axe and the bow
Other skills: Martial arts, Horseback riding, visions and talking to his horse.
Animals: a horse called Black Lucky
Weapons: a magical sword he inherited, called the 'sword of Aruna' and the 'daggers of chaos'
which he stole from Mordor.
History: Mouse was found by a human woman when he was a baby. He was adopted and raised as a human. When he became 16 human years old his village was attacked by orcs. A week later when he was out of town with his brother his village was attacked by a dragon. There were no survivors. His grandfather told hi about the sword of Aruna in his last breath. Mouse swore to find the sword and slay the dragon with it. He and his brother were attacked by orcs on the way and Mouse was taken to Mordor. He was a prisoner there for months. He was tortured. He escaped with a mark. He had a scar on his back in the form of a snake. He travelled around Middle Earth for a while, trying to find out who he really was. The torment made him lose his memory. He found it out bit by bit. Except for the mark he also had another souvenir from Mordor. He suddenly started having visions. In these visions he saw his friends in danger or himself. He also had very strong feelings with these visions. He now spends his time travelling around to destroy evil. Want to find out more about his powers go to The Hidden Power Within.
http://www.theonering.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=25&threadid=44498
Post 133
EdaintheRanger
The Red Fox
Date Posted: Thu May 16, 2002 5:52 am
ignore now!
Post 134
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Thu May 16, 2002 11:17 am
Hey Edain,
There's a word aside thread for this thread we could chat more there...I'll have to BUMP the word aside thread anyway
This thread is for just placeing charactor bios...As for my limit to posting...what can I say I gst bored easily...LOL (J/K)
Post 135
Rohirric_Maiden
Date Posted: Thu May 16, 2002 5:04 pm
Name: Laurewen
Race: Rohirric
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Skin: fair, with a hint of tan
Hair: waist length slightly curly blonde hair that she keeps in a high pony tail
Eyes: clear, glassy blue with the darker blue that appears to swirl inside
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110
Build: sleek and feminine, also athletic
Horse: Nimdae, a beautiful white stallion, born and raised on the fields of Rohan and decandent of the mearas
Weaponery: a long blade slightly curved and made of steel, slightly curved and as strong as it is light, two pairs of throwing knives, and a dagger
Armor: leather breastplate with a small bit of guilding at the shoulders, leather arm pads with leather ties
Outifit: dark green tunic with a rope belt, tan leggings made of buckskin, well kept up black leather boots that are soft and worn in. She also owns a gray cloak that is a bit frayed at one edge
Unusual Possestions: she wields the Fire Ring of Dance and War, a mithril necklace that she keeps incase of severe financial emergencies
, and her father's long bow, Lhachcu, the leaping flame bow.Skills: Dance, Acrobatics, Sword, Bow, Riding, Intellectual Challenges, Stealth
Weak Points: Singing, Difficult Decisions, Cooking, Finding the Ability to Trust
Personality: Laurewen is reserved and slow to trust people. She is at home in the saddle, and her horse is one of her dearest friends that she has ever had.
Bio:
On the day Laurewen was born, her mother and father were on the border between Fangorn and Rohan, as they had been stranded during a band of attacking orcs, after their companions, all young and untrustworthy men, fled, leaving them searching desperately for sanctuary.
On the third day of their wandering they came to a small alcove of trees, and stopped to hide and rest. The dryads that dwelled within those trees awakened and stirred, coming out of their hiding. They aided Laurewen's mother, for she was a thin young woman of nineteen, and her first child was not birthing easily. Despite their efforts, the dryads were unable to help the distressed mother. She died quickly after the birth, leaving behind a screaming daughter and a husband on the brink of collapse.
The nymphs felt pity for the child, and blessed her with immortality. They healed her father's multiple wounds and took them deep into Fangorn, where they offered to raise the child until her fifth year. The grief stricken father agread and left off for Rohan, under the blessings of the nymphs.
Five years later her father returned to claim his daughter, and she rushed towards him. He was surprised, expecting her not to know him. The nymphs came a short time after, and when he explained what had happened they only gave each other knowing glances. He bid them a great thanks as did his daughter, and returned to Rohan.
When she was only thirteen, however, her father went away on a hunting party, and returned half dead. She was then left in a very akward position, for he had been her caretaking, and now it seemed she was to be his. However, her father's sister-in-law's brother, a very distant relation, let them in to his home. She was then able to stop panicing about her father's health and start panicing about acne and her unruly crop of hair.
When she was seventeen, she left home with her father's blessing and his bow, and began her current life, as that of a traveller.
Post 136
Queni
Date Posted: Fri May 17, 2002 11:59 pm
Name: Queni
Race: Gypsy/Elf
Appearance: 20 year old maiden, looks very much like a gypsy
Gender: Female
Skin colour: Very pale
Hair colour: Auburn curls, very long
Eye colour: Green
Height: 5ft 6''
Weight: 9st 3lb
Outfit: Long, flowing cream dress, with orange bodice handmade light shirt made out of any pieces of material she could lay her hands on, so therefore, is very colourful. Purple headscarf. Has many items of jewellery, including one earring of a set that she and her pet goat both wear.
Weapon skills: Has an unknown power to heal and to also destroy. Howver, it usually causes her more pain to use, as she has temporary fits, and horrid hallucination whilst she helps (no, she's not on magic mushrooms!)
Other skills: Can speak in almost every language of the earth, animal, or not.
Animals: Her per goat Harlii, who follows her everywhere.
Weapons: Her power.
History: Was exiled from Hador for being impure and a gypsy. She leads a travelling life with Harlii, her only friend.
Post 137
Calsule
Forgotten mooter of Oxford
Date Posted: Mon May 20, 2002 10:14 am
Name: Calsule
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age: 127
Height: 5'.2"
Weight: Mind your own.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Marital: Single
Occupation: Warrior / Engineer
Outfit: Brown Boots and trousers
Green shirt
Bronze mail jacket with rigid leather over armour
Orange clock and hood
Full helm of Adarcer
Weapon: Warhammer (Magical), Forged from Adarcer, and inlaid
with Eog, it has the ability to protect the bearer from
magical attack by absorbing and dissipating the magical
Energy. Also carries short bow, and a hunting knife.
Horse: Are you kidding I'm a dwarf.
Home: Erebor.
Bio: Son to mining engineer Angborin, Calsule chose his
second profession as engineer to improve safety in
dwarven mines, to stop others dying as his farther, in a
cave in. Inventor of lighting rods known in the
mining community as 'Flash bangs.' They were
discovered by mistake while Calsule was tinkering with
a banned material called Celebur. (When cracked on the
floor, they emit a huge column of light, that must not be
looked at, this last for 10 seconds, then leaves
a glowing pile of fragments which give light to work by
for 30 minutes).
Grandfather Mahlin was a throne room guard, his hammer
a family heirloom now serves Calsule when he must fight
for all dwarves are warriors at heart. The hammer has
come in use in time of adventure, and war, and saved him
on many occasion.
He has no family his father was his last link, although
all folk of Durin are brother and sister. Calsule feels
a great sense of pity for the loss of his race, and fears
it will disappear completely. He will take on any task,
and challange any enemy that confronts the dwarven way
of life.
He has many friends and they sometimes accompany him on
journeys, as with his hammer, they to have saved his life
on many occasion.
Post 138
nienor-niniel
Date Posted: Tue May 21, 2002 2:28 pm
Character biography: Nienor-Niniel
Name : Nienor-Niniel
Nickname : Nin
Age : varies according to RPs, born in 2992 Third Age
Race : Human
Gender : Female
Marital state : varies according to RP, travelling alone until year seven of the Forth Age, when she meets Anorast
Height : 1m65 (not the slightest idea in feet)
Weight : definitively not enough, though she loves to cook and to eat, especially chocolate, she is very skinny
Appearance : N-N is blond, with long, straight hair , she has a green-blue eyes. She doesn’t care a lot for her looks nowadays. Her hair is mostly attached in a ponytail and sometimes hidden under a helmet if she wants to be taken for a man.
Outfit : usually with dark-brown leather pants and shirt, leather boots and a large cape, with which she can almost make a small tent if necessary.
Weapons : owns a Rohirrim sword, that she is not afraid to use and a knife. She has a bow, but this is not her preferred weapon, for she is shortsighted. She wears a dagger that she never uses and avoids to touch but never puts down. After year seven F.A, she carries sometimes a Dwarven sickle, a magical weapon whose use is still enigmatic for her.
Horse : She was allowed to keep her horse when she left Rohan and she loves it dearly, even if the memory that is connected to it sometimes make her almost curse it. It’s name is Gedeon.
Skills : N-N is very quick, she runs and moves very swiftly and without being tired. Once she was a great singer in Elrond’s house (see bio), but her singing voice is now lost forever. She has a beautiful silver flute, that replaces her voice and she can almost stun people who listen to her play. She is a good cook. N-N prefers to listen than to talk and does not willingly reveal her past or her plans. She doesn’t like to lead but is a good follower and never gives in if she has promised to follow a quest. She speaks elvish (quenya), Rohirrim, but is not always sure of her Westron. (translate : I’m not a native speaker of English)
Biography :
When only a baby of a few weeks, N-N was found on the steps of Rivendell. She wore nothing permitting to identify her and was in bad shape: a skinny little thing with some bruised bones and a peculiar scar, all along her left arm, almost like a snake. The left hand had six fingers, the sixth has been cut when she was six years old. Elrond could heal the baby and agreed to keep her in his house, after all other humans had been fostered at Rivendell, though of nobler lineage. The elves named her Nienor-Niniel after the story of Turin-Turambar, because like in this song, she didn’t know where she was coming from and too seemed to be a child of tears. She lived a happy childhood in Rivendell, but never felt really home there. Nobody was her exclusive parent, she was a little bit everybody’s and nobody’s child. Elrond’s attitude towards humans had changed since he knew that Arwen would give up her immortality for Aragorn.
N-N had a beautiful voice and became a fully trained singer in Elrond’s house. When aged eighteen, she fell almost madly in love with one of the elves of Rivendell, named Liudares. She was then a requested singer and very beautiful. But it was obvious that Elrond would not tolerate another union of elves and men in his house, thinking that they brought to much suffering upon the world. So she became Liudares lover in secret. When she understood that he would never give up his immortality for her and that, one day, he would leave for the West and the undying shores of Valinor, she decided that if he would not share immortality with her, that she would share mortality with him. She couldn’t bear the idea that she would spend the rest of her life without him, or that he should have any happiness without her.
In the grey morning after their last love night, she pulled out a dagger and cut both of their throats in a swift movement. Liudares yell for help brought a lot of people along, so N-N could be saved, but for him all help came to late. And she lost the child she was bearing without knowing it. Her singing voice was lost forever.
When she could get up again, she was banned from Rivendell, because even if the Elves know that it is a seeming death, the slaying of an elf is a hideous crime followed by severe punishment. She was then full of anger towards the elves and sixteen years old.
For the next five years N-N wandered in the wild, alone most of the time. She fought against almost all evil creatures you can meet in ME, for in the depth of her heart she was looking for forgiveness. She was lacking the beauty of the elvish songs and learned all alone to play the flute. As she had seen only very little humans during her years in Rivendell, she was afraid of them. But still she wanted to believe in men rather than in elves. She quickly learned to hide herself quickly and to follow a group of warriors without being seen. She can move almost as silently and swiftly as an elf.
These years of wandering have hardened her mind and filled her with regret, but her anger and her restlessness were as vivid as ever. Though she was always looking for a key to the mystery of her origins, she never found someone who knew anything about her scar or a six-fingered baby.
When she arrived in Rohan after five years of errant, she was sick and weary. She stopped in a Rohirrim village and stayed there. After a fierce fight against orcs, the other villagers adopted her, and she married to one of the Riders of the Mark, named Théadon. Together they had a child, a son (Haleth), whose name she does not speak out loud. For a long time, she rememberd those three years in Rohan as moments of bliss. But she was tormented by remorse and by the memory of the child she had killed before it was born. So she decided to open her heart to her husband, hoping and trusting his love for her. However, when she told him about her youth and her crime, he realized that he couldn’t live with her anymore. He first would allow her to stay for the child’s sake, but if she couldn’t live with Théadon, she didn’t want to stay in the village. She had understood that finally she loved her husband more than she had loved her elvish lover, though it was in a quiet way and not with the mad despair of her youth. So she left her son with his aunt, Eolynd.
So she parted once more, cast away. But she was not as hopeless and angry as she had been eight years ago. She was then out in the wild for two more years, fighting with the wild men against the orcs of Isengard. It seemed to her that she should be home nowhere, and that from the day she was born, nobody ever wanted to keep her.
In year one of the F.A. she met with SilverScribe and travelled for a while with her group. At the crossing of Rohan, she heard for the first time that Théadon had not returned from the War. After her voyage with the company, NN decided to look for him and took the road through all MiddleEarth. Though she never had got any news, she accepted after a while that he would never come back and has fallen in the War.
A few visits in Rohan showed her that her child was growing up happily and she stayed on the road, becoming a bard, playing flute in various places. The feeling of guilt was still her main motivation for anything she did.
When she heard for the first time of the Mithril Knights, she did not even dare to hope to join them, but Lord Elbren took her in training. This is where she met Anorast, falling deeply in love with the elf. However, she is still doubtful if her love for an elf will not be her doom once again.
Post 139
Angawathion
Date Posted: Tue May 21, 2002 2:51 pm
Angawathion's Bio and character information
Name: Angawathion
Race: Elf (actually not pure blood, mother was a half elf)
Gender: Male
Age: a little over 2000
Height: 6ft0in
Weight: 50 pounds
Hair Color: Gold
Eye Color: Silver
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: once a necromancer, but has left the dark ways behind, now a reasonably powerful sorcerer
Appearance: normally dressed in a pure white cloak, so white people cannot look directly at it, with a hood, face in shadow normally, has a scar oh face and is blind in left eye, otherwise fairly scrawney and thin
Means of Travel: knows the magics of instantanios travel, levitation and summoning, all which assist in travel
Skills Include: levitation, telekinesis, instantanious travel, summoning, and extensive knowledge in the use of many material weapons
Personality: a very quiet elf, however also very strong of mind, he has been called an elf of pure good in the past, very friendly once you get to know him
'Main' Past Bio: His father an elf that turned evil and his mother a half elf prostitute, he was born and raised in Mordor. Angawathion has his roots in evil, however at a young age he made up his mind to use his fathers ways against him, practiced necromancy for many years and at the age of 789 he defeated his father in battle and set about to turn to good, over the past 1200 years Angawathion has completely turned his life around, being the first ever sorcerer to defeat the evil inside himself, as he grew he has now become famed by both elves and sorcerers alike
Post 140
Kaia_Sylvan
Date Posted: Wed May 22, 2002 7:27 am
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Post 141
Merry_Brandybuck
Date Posted: Wed May 22, 2002 12:14 pm
Name: Adelia Took
Height: 3'6
Age: 24
Race: Hobbit
Eye color: green
Hair color: auburn (reddish brown)
From: Tuckborough, but frequently visits Hobbiton and Brandy Hall, the home of her cousin Merry.
Family: Her parents died of natural causes when she was young, so she stays with her cousin Pippin and his family.
Reputation: Is sweet and polite, but can be somewhat of a troublemaker. She is generally well-thought of around the Shire. She is usually found with her cousins Pippin and Merry.
Personality: Outgoing yet innocent. Sort of like a girl version of Pippin, with Merry's sensibility.
Post 142
Shamir
Date Posted: Thu May 23, 2002 8:40 pm
Name: Shamir
Race: Most common theory- Haradrim
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hair: Loose black curls
Eyes: dark brown with flecks of amber
Skin: cinnamon
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Whatever seems sensible when it presents itslef as a job, training as a healer
Outfit: black, 3/4 sleeve tunic tight fitting and cotton, emerald silk legging that fit tight and end right below her knee, brown leather boots when travelling, bare foot or sandled otherwise. The only piece of jewelry she posses is a small amber stone on a black leather thong.
Means of Travel: She prefers walking over horses, though she loves them. She has never had enough to buy a horse, and does not want to bother with renting one.
Weapon of Choice: She weilds a broad sword of unclear origins (see bio) and keeps eight throwings knives sown inside a special pocket in her boots. She had one dagger also, with a beautiful ivory hilt.
Skills include: dance, singing, sword play, cunning
Personality: Shamir is a rather serious person, though she enjoys a good laugh. She tends to be on the quiet side of things, unlike some, who are the first to deal a blow. She is a contemplating, peaceful sort.
Bio: (this is written in the style of a third person story)
Rendel turned over in his cot. His wrinkles were, for the time, slack and relaxed. His snorts mingled with his wife's little squeaky wheezes, every once in a while. Outside, it was still dusk. A whaling brought him from the peace of his sleep, violently, for he started at once and fell onto the floor. His creases had returned in his brown face, and Maevehn's squeaky snores had ceased.
"What is it Rendel? The dawn has not yet broken." She sat and facd him. She was a slim and graceful woman for her age of fifty, and her hands were constantly flying, over her salted black hair, about her face, and around the house, touching things, cleaning them. Rendel looked at her.
"Didn't you hear it? The crying?" A small wail infiltrated their ears. "There it is again." The couple exchanged glances, and the crept from their cot into the greeting room. The wail was from right in front of their door. Upon opening it slowly, the felt it thump lightly against something. The screams were replaced by a gurgling cooing noise.
"A baby." Maevehn knelt gently and picked up the child, cradling it gently. It wathced her with eyes so intense nad un-babyish, she held her breath. Amber flecks burned within her deep, chocolatey eyes. Rendel had knelt and was fingering a pack wrapped in fine clot that had lain beside the infant. Inside lay a gilt sword, and an ivory handled knife. And a smaller packet still, wrapped in a fine emerald linen embossed in mithril and encrusted with rubies, lay an amber necklace, upon a single back strip of leather. As the stone was gingerly lifted from the linen by dark calloused hands, it crumbled.
Exchanging astounded glances, the couple laid the child before them on the steps. She was sitting, an unnatural thing for a babe so young. Rendel hesitantly bent forward and stroked the child's silky tuft of hair. "I name you Shamir. You will do great things." Then the infant reached out and strokedh is face. "Gerate tings." She whispered so lightly, that only the moon could hear.
Post 143
Hallavasaion
Date Posted: Fri May 24, 2002 7:14 am
Name:Syntosh the Black Rabbit
Age:Not known
Race:Elf
Height:6'0"
Weight:150 lbs.
Hair Colour:Black
Eye Colour:Green
Style of Dress:Black Pants w/ magical boots and body covered in black paint. Also has earrings.
Martial Status:single
Transportation: Magical boots that give him the ability to leap great distances like a rabbit.
History:Was once known as Hallavasaion and trained with the dunedain. Hal was captured on his way back to Mirkwood and was held prisoner for an unknown amount of time by Dunlanders before he managed to escape by covering himself in soot and escaping after dark. He found the boots he wears and uses them constantly. He moves through the forest helping to diminish the numbers of orcs and spiders in Mirkwood.
Post 144
Io
Date Posted: Tue May 28, 2002 9:14 pm
Name: Io
Race: mostly elf, part ent, part Maiar
Gender: female
Hair: silvery blonde
Eyes: crystal blue swirled with teal
Skin: Fair, yet with golden accents
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 109
Build: feminine and graceful
Age: youthful of face, ageless of wisdom
Outfit: a white tunic made of linen, silver girtle at hips, pale green velvet breeches extremely form fitting, reddish brown leather boots that are knee height
Jewels or charms: a small silver charm in the shape of a waning moon, jade cuff on one wrist
Transportation: feet, is a very swift runner
Weaponery: simple magic, a long mithril blade with ivory hilt, cunning
Skills Include: camoflague, sword play, singing, story telling, dancing, tests of wisdom
Personality: Io doesn't take crud from people. She usually tries to ignore annoying or just plain dormant evil people, but sometimes, her nerves get the best of her.
Bio: No one is sure of her age. Some argue that she is young, just look at that face! Others say she is old, her wisdom surpasses that of a youth and anyways she's an elf!
She doesn't have an aliance, simply becasue of the fact that she was raised in so many places. She was born in Lothlorien, the home of her father. After her father went missing, she and her mother and infant sister travelled to Fangorn, her mother's grandfather's realm. For nine years they dwelt there, until her fifteenth birthday, when her 'dead' father arrived. He was travel beaten, but carried with him lembas, a gift from the Lady of the Woods.
After a joyous reunion, the complete family was prepared to leave Fangorn. Her little sister, Nimkelwen, was reluctant to leave, as was Io, and secretly her mother, but they agreed it would be best to leave. To their surprise, the didn't return to Lothlorien, as expected, but instead they journeyed to Rivendell. It was here that her sister decided that she had a travelling spirit, and at the age of fifteen, her sister left to journey to Mirkwood, where she had often longed to go.
Io, now twenty one, was restless as well, and soon travelled for Minas Tirith. She travelled for many a week, and possibly a month, and upon reaching the white city was immediately ready to travel some more. She made her way to Roahn, and without really knowing what was happening, she ended up back in Fangorn. Deciding to make it a round trip, she travelled to Lothlorien, where she currently resides.
Post 145
the mouth of sauron
Date Posted: Wed May 29, 2002 6:28 am
Name: Helazzar Summerstorm.
Race: Half-Elf(Father Numenorian-Mother was sister to GLORFINDEL
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, but is about to reach middle age for an Elf.
PROFESSION: Assassin, thief, Ranger and woodland Hunter
Threads: The search for a Princess - Hyldan's journey, Gathering Storm, Awakening Fyre and Freedom.
Bio: He is a young man by elf standards and is related to Legolas of Mirkwood. Helazzar is half elf and half Black Nenumenorian of noble birth. His mother was kidnapped by his father many years ago and taken to Near Harad where Helazzar was born. His father was a powerful wizard who tried to teach his the ways of magic, but Helazzar was more suited to warfare and stealth. Both his father and mother are now dead and he has no brothers or sisters.
In his life he has been Assassin, thief, Ranger and woodland Hunter. He has adventured with Hyldan, Jaxon and Naveen. As an Assassin he has no equal and his skills in this area are almost limitless and varied, as a warrior he is a most formidable opponent. He will often sing or laugh in battle; He always fights and kills by an ancient secret code.
Helazzar is 7ft tall, has long golden hair, which is uncle Glorfindel was known for and was his name means Golden haired, but he has his fathers dark skin, and the eyes and ears of his mothers people, he has a solid but very flexible build.
His weapons of choice are to fine long swords that were made in the Blessed realm, but he has many other weapons
He has had a troubled past, that sometimes catches up with him
He has a long scare around his neck from a knife wound. Which was a present from Nitsua another Assassin and one time friend.
Helazzar has a long lasting relationship with Naveen. His last two wives were murdered... and he hopes that this will not happen to Naveen
Helazzar’s most powerful weapon would be his voice, his has the gift of battling with songs as the Elves were taught to do... it has many effects on different creatures.
Post 146
orliesmyhusband
Date Posted: Wed May 29, 2002 6:35 am
NAME: Oricon Haloitënen
HEIGHT:5"2'
WEAPONRY: Sword elvish longbow throwing daggers.
HAIR AND EYES: long golden brown hair and deep brown eyes.
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.
PAST:
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.
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.
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 Solikë, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
She returns home every few weeks, or in between endeavours.
SKILLS: Weaponry healing,but only with the power of herbs and potions, very in tune with nature and more so with animals.
MISC: Has several horses, but her main one is a large stallion with a shiny grey color named Fayciel, offspring of Thranduils mighty steeds.
Post 147
Arwen902
Date Posted: Thu May 30, 2002 8:35 am
This is my other RP character.
Real name: Idril Fëanára (This is her real name but has been called Drina for much longer. Also travels as Rána.)
Race: Elf
Age: 221 years old (Appears 16-17)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tanned skin, long wavy brown hair (light with blond streaks) Deep green eyes that flash silver when she’s angry, hurt or stressed. Tiny black tattoo of an elven rune on the inside of her left wrist. Wears the fire ring of Siarina on the middle finger of her left hand. Two faint scars from old battles, one across her right thigh and the other across the back of her neck.
Height: 5'9”
Occupation: Traveller, ranger or archer.
Outfit: Normally black, blue or grey.
Means of Travel: A black horse, Sultâl (windfoot)
Weapons: A sword, (Isilmë ) twin daggers, bow and arrows. All of these belonged to her father. She also has her own weapons as well as those.
Skills include: Any form of combat, magic, archery, Quenyan.
Personality: Calm in most situations, happy and funny, caring and quite clever but quick to anger. Has a good sense of humor but a short attention span and she is sometimes really impatient. She’s really secretive and intuitive, she can pick up on things most people would miss. From her mother she has the gift of being able to sense the thoughts and emotions of others and sometimes has visions. Has a fiery personality and has the nickname fëanára, spirit of fire.
History: For the first five years of her life Idril lived with her mother, father and brother in Lothlorien. Almost a week after her fifth birthday, all four of them went out for a walk in the woods. They had walked six or seven miles outside of Lorien when they were attacked by an army of orcs. Her mother (a sorceress) saw them coming, grabbed Idril and tried to run but they were cut off by another band of orcs. Her mother’s first thought was for Idril. She put her down and cast a spell over her to make her invisible to the orcs, the force of the spell stunning Idril and knocking her to the ground.
When she heard the sound of the orcs retreating into the distance, Idril got to her feet. She looked around for her family but couldn’t see them anywhere. She walked through the trees searching for them and found her fathers weapons which had been dropped between the trees. She picked them up and carried them with her. After looking for them for, maybe ten minutes, Idril found the body of her brother. At first she thought he was asleep but when she couldn’t wake him up and noticed the blood on his chest she started to cry. She lay next to him, sobbing, for all that night and the next day until a traveller, who had taken a message to the Lady Galadriel and was now returning to his home, found her. She was cold and weak and hadn’t eaten in days so she didn’t protest when he lifted her from the body of her brother and gently placed her on his horse. He wrapped her in his cloak and rode back to his house. Here she lived with Beronë and his family until she was twenty one years old.
After that day, sorrow and grief had caused her to forget all of what had happened and how she came to live with Beronë. The one thing she never forgot was her real name and the names of her parents and brother. But she never again revealed her real name to anyone, not even her new family, Beronë named her Drina and she has used that name ever since. After her seventeenth birthday she stopped ageing at all and became curious about her past. She asked him to tell her all he knew about what had happened that day in the forest and how her life had been before then.
As he told her she saw it in her mind, pictures of everything in her past, Lothlorien, her family, the forest which she and her brother had played in so many times before, the orcs, her fathers weapons and the fallen body of her brother. Beronë handed her a heavy bundle wrapped in black cloth. Her hands shook with rage and for the first time a silver light shone in her eyes, showing that rage. She unwrapped it and gasped, her fathers weapons, all of them. She picked them up one by one, the sword, the twin daggers, his bow and arrows. Filled with anger she vowed revenge. She remembered everything.
Beronë had taught her archery, combat skills, etc. Also, some of her mothers magic was in her blood and Drina soon found that she had a gift for fire magic and that she could sense the feelings of those around her. She carried her own weapons with her anyway but she took her fathers weapons and used them too. Drina stayed with Beronë, his wife Ariana and their two daughters Estella and Salvia until she was twenty one, then she left.
For fifty years she travelled as a ranger, known to all who asked her name as Drina, all who didn’t ask her name called her Rána (The wanderer). After fifty years had passed she started to get homesick and returned to the village. Finding that everyone she used to know had grown old and died in her absence she went to Lothlorien where she lived among her own people for one hundred and thirty years. But Drina longed for adventure and for the last twenty years she has travelled as a ranger again, either as Drina, Rána or one of her other names, though she has never revealed her true name.
Drina thinks that all her family were killed that day but what she doesn’t know is that her parents weren’t killed. Her mother and father were taken and tortured by the orcs but they still live, though not as the elves they were.
Post 148
Eriu
Date Posted: Thu May 30, 2002 1:52 pm
Drina, very cool
well I connected Eriu's parents to being the first orc, is that weird or interesting? LOL Well, since I'm looking at this thread, why not put my char in here? I got a few, but for right now, here is my main one..(and if you want picts go look at the site)Name: Eriu Tirahthu Ithilondo. (MoonStone)
Species: Nandorian/Laiquendi Elf.
Age: Appears 25, but has seen well over 5 milleniums, true age unknown but lets say she remembers eternal starlight.
Personality: Kind, Gentle, Stubborn, Outgoing, Compassionate, Friendly, Restless, Takes on many roles, mother figure, sister, cousin.
Height: 5'11'
Weight: 120lbs.
Hair: Dark Golden Blonde.
Eyes: Bright Gray.
Attire: LEather pants, Knee-high boots, various colored tunics, and a Lothlorien cloak bound by one of those o-so-famous leaf brooches.
Weapons: Elvish Blades, Sword sword, long sword, green handled with silver leaf design. Oaken Bow, arrows, and a dagger she keeps at her calf on her boot.
Friends: Ayvar the Stallion, At least Part Mearas. Deorlaf, Rider of Rohan, Kaia, Silvan Elf. Sadrien ElvenHalf (in some threads) However, she is a friend to most people who are friendly to her.
Skills: You name it, Healing, Archery, Blades, Spear, Axe, Knives. After all, for one so old you'd have to be a bit learned in many ways.
Spouse/Family: No Spouse (yet...) one brother, Gwydion. (not on TORC)
Other Things that Make her STand out: The moonstone she wears around her neck, a symbol of her inner spirit. Long ago when Dwarves and Elves had alliance with one another, a moonstone was given to her by the dwarves and the smiths and even herself made a most interesting necklace. The neckpiece was solid, yet it had small vines of mithril weaving about it, and the leaves came down and wrapped around the moonstone, which was about the size of a small chicken egg.
History: Basically she was born in the ages of starlight, has had a few run ins with darkness (the usual) and while crossing the Misty Mountains, lost her family to goblins, her parents became the orc, and she was enslaved, but escaped with her brother, went to Lothlorien, dwelt there for awhile, then left, and has wandered ever since and has had many adventures that shall not be recalled here at this present time.
Post 149
orliesmyhusband
Date Posted: Mon Jun 3, 2002 5:58 am
one big bump
Post 150
Raavi
Date Posted:
NAME:Raavi or Lion in the common tounge.
HEIGHT:5'7"
RACE-elf
GENDER-Female
OCCUPATION- Mercenary *evil grin*
APPEARANCE: Aways in black, maybe with a cloak. She has medium length brown hair that covers the tatoo on her shoulder, labling her a mercenary. Always sporting a belt that holds her weapons. Has stunning eyes,they are only slits lined with silver like that of a cats eye.
WEAPONS- all and any but her signature is her three point dagger. Where the hilt ends and the actual blade begins, two more golden points begin and extend both left and right for about two inches then shoots up and ends just below the original dagger blade.
Past: Still developing but hows this?
She and her sister Raca were seperated long ago. ( Don't know why yet) they are just now beginning to search for each other. when they meet it is very surprising, for both have become mercenarys to work their way through the troubles and hardships of a troubled childhood.
Post 151
thefantasygirlofLegolas
Date Posted: Wed Jun 5, 2002 9:40 pm
Name: Linteannaiel Greenleaf (Lin for short)
Race: Elf
Age: 2,721 (appears to be in her mid-to-late teens)
Hieght: Around 5'6"
Weight: 119 pounds
Build: Tall, curvy, light and slender, but also strong.
Hair Color: Dark Golden Blonde
Eye Color: Misty Blue (with specks of gray and green)
Marital Status: Taken, and very happy! Sorry boys!
Occupation: Singer, Musician, Dancer, Poet - many things.
Outfit: A long flowing white dress with green trim on the neckline, the sleeves, the waist, and the hem. Also a Green Velvet Cloak that she wears over her dress(at least when she needs it).
Means of Travel: A lively White Elven Horse named Elaniel, who loves apples and fresh sunny mornings. She's as swift as the wind and very mysterious, but also a very loving friend.
Weapons/Skills: And Elvish Bow(and arrows) given to her by her Father, and an Elvish Sword that has been passed down in her family for a very long time. Some of her Skills are: poetry, singing, dancing, archery, horseback riding, reading, writing and language.
Personality: Lin is very caring, sweet, and loving twords others. She is a good listener and also quiet, but she does talk much when she feels need or wants to open up. She loves to laugh, and have a good time, but can be quite serious too. She is thoughtful and can also be shy, though she loves being with others and taking part in celebrations.
Bio: She is Linteannaiel Greenleaf of the Silvan Elves. An Elf who was born and raised in the forest of Mirkwood; she still lives there now. Her father was slain in a great war when she was young, and she now only has the memory of him. Her mother still lives, and dwells in Mirkwood near to Lin, her only daughter, and only child. Lin has long golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She is in love with Legolas Greenleaf; son of King Thranduil, and Elven Prince of Mirkwood. They met when she was much younger, and he trained her to use a bow and arrow, and she is now a great archer. She is also a very skilled singer and loves to write poetry. Celebrations are wonderful to her and a big part of her life. She truly loves being with her fellow elves and kin. She also loves trees, nature, and animals, and has a White Elven horse named Elaniel. The land of Rivendell and the Woods of Lothlórien are dear to her, and she travels to distant places when she can. She also loves to travel and to see new places in Middle-earth, but her heart will always be with Legolas, and her beloved home in Mirkwood.
Post 152
Snowdog
Date Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2002 10:22 am
I guess I havent added mine here yet despite promising to do so. I will get it together here shortly.
Post 153
Angawathion
Date Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2002 2:19 pm
i noticed the index on the first page hasnt been updated since bofore i posted my bio quite a while ago
Post 154
Marlin_Ironclaw
Date Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2002 6:07 am
Angawathion & Leslie, please accept my humble apologies for taking so long to get the index-update sorted out. You will be pleased to know that I've just been through the new posts and Nenya and I will get them done a.s.a.p
~ Leoba (in disguise
)Name Marlin_Ironclaw
Race Dwarf
Gender Male
Age 182
Height small but perfectly formed (about 4’5”)
Hair long and wiry, it was once pure black, now tinged with flecks of white
Eyes reminiscent of highly polished jet; deep and unfathomable
Status eternally single; do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a Dwarvish woman?
Occupation highly-skilled metal-worker and warrior
Weapons axe and a short broad-sword, made by Telchar in the First Age and handed down his family from father to son.
Personality Typical Dwarvish attributes: stubborn, indomitable, brave in battle. Too old to get over his deep and abiding mistrust of Elves.
Background The only son of Morin, of Dáin Ironfoot’s people of the Iron Hills, Marlin was born in the year that Thráin II was imprisoned in Dol Guldur and the last of the seven Dwarven rings was lost (2845 of the 3rd Age). Now late middle-aged (equivalent to his mid 50s in modern human terms). His line could be traced back to the Dwarves of Nogrod in the Blue Mountains; his ancestor was one of the few Dwarves of that kingdom not slaughtered by the Elves.
He trained hard with axe and sword as was customary for his race but Marlin’s heart was always given to the love of metalwork. When he was 96 years of age, Marlin was one of the 500 of his kindred to accompany Dáin to Erebor to assist Thorin Oakenshield in the Battle of the Five Armies. He stood solidly by his lord in the press of battle, against the onslaught of the Orcs and wolves. The sturdy Dwarf ,whilst fighting off two Orc soldiers, was additionally attacked by a wolf, resulting in the loss of his left hand. However, the loss of a hand did not put an end to his usefulness in battle for he fought once more with Dáin, during the War of the Ring, in defence of Dale.
Dwarven smiths had replaced the missing hand with a claw of iron, thus enabling Marlin to continue his metalwork to some degree, using the claw as a vice. He increased in skill, producing not just mail of a quality not seen in many an age, but also objects of great beauty including a pair of fantastically carved ruby-set goblets and sword-hilts to suit the most beautiful of Elvish blades. It was this talent which caused Gimli to choose him as one the Dwarves brought south from Erebor to colonise Aglarond.
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This Dwarven smith of Erebor
The stalwart Marlin_Ironclaw,
Despite the loss of his left hand
In battle ‘gainst an Orcish band,
Did fight hard as a warrior
And labored long with gems and ore.
‘I don't have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem’
‘Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup’
Post 155
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2002 12:06 pm
Thank you Leoba.
Ok to any and everyone else,
No more Non-Charactor Bio posts in here (Excpet for the 'occasional Bumps). If you have a question, comment, or ideas, please post them in *The Charactor Archives!!!* A Word Aside thread. This thread should ONLY be for Charactor Bios ok??? We're trying to keep this thread clean. And right now I'm not even suppose to be posting this. Sooo no more non charactor bio posts, (Except for the occasional Bumps) please. Thank you.
*~Leslie~*
Post 156
Elenath
Wanderer
Date Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2002 8:30 pm
For the most current bio, go here.
Post 157
evenstar1
Well I'm Back!
Date Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2002
Name: Alissa
Race: woman
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5ft8
Build: slim an athletic
Hair:Blonde Eyes: green
Marital Status: never wed
Occupations: works in small bakery
Clothes:beautiful deep purple gown with gold etchings The bottom material under her hips is deep blue down to her toes.She is barefoot as she choses to be.She has a light purple shawl that blows in the wind.
Bio-she was born in Bre .(bio to be continued)
Post 158
evenstar1
Well I'm Back!
Date Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2002 1:24 am
Please!! Anyone who wants to comment on my start of a character please do!! I need as much help on this as possible!! I want it too be good!! No GREAT!!. Thats what I thought up on my own with my little brain.
Please make any suggestions I will take no offense!!
Im new to the role -playing thing!!!http://angyb316@cs.comDo not post here!! MAIL THE SUGGESTIONS PLEASE!!! Thats why I put my email address on there. I did not want people to post on this thread any suggestions!!
Post 159
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:07 am
Evenstar and everybody,
Please NO Non-Charactor Bio comments. Go to Word Aside Thread Please.
Post 160
evenstar1
Well I'm Back!
Date Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:16 am
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Raven Haired Shieldmaiden
You guys do not seem to understand the post to which I edited even more. I did not want anyone to reply to my post on this Thread thats why I enclosed .................... MY EMAIL ADDRESS!!!!
I will make my self clearer in the future !!
Sorry for any misunderstandings.
Post 161
Leslie-ElfWarrior
Date Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2002 3:24 am
evenstar,
I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about such things. Sorry, but there are not suppose to be ANY Non Charactor Bio posts in here at all. I guess you could say I'm the manager of this thread, and it's suppose to remain strictly charactor bios. Meaning if you wish to speak or ask others opinions go to the Word Aside thread Please. But no more Non Charactor posts in here, ok??? I don't want anything else, but charactor information in this thread. Now if you please go to the word Aside thread. No More of This. Please.
Thank you,
*~Leslie~*
Also sorry for the misunderstanding, I'll post the basic rules for the Charactor Archives, and am sorry for any problems I may of caused.
Post 162
Beregitt
Date Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2002 8:02 pm
Name: Kali
Race: Nomad- Harad
Gender: female
Age: 16
Occupation: aprentice phalconer
Appearance: 5'3", shoulder length thick black hair, large, deer like black eyes, coppery skin, slim build
Outfit: loose red skirt, yellow woven goat hair belt, gray halter top with different shades of blue embroidery, red veil
Weapons: one long blade at her belt
Marital Status: single
Transportation: a small bay colored stallion with a golden sheen to his coat, named Fleeting Wind. He is very stuborn and very aggravating
Bio: Kali was born to nomads of the Narakshi tribe in North Western Harad. Her father, Kanamu, was a horse breeder of high tribal status, and her mother, Lasaty, was the daughter of a wealthy tatooist. Her father had remarried after her mother after the death of his first wife during the birth of their first child. The baby boy, named Tayun, was raised as Lasaty's son. Before Kali, Lasaty gave birth to two sons, Kahul and Inan, and three daughters, Yhana, Tishan, and Matina. When Kali was three, her mother died giving birth to a stillborn son.
His father, after Lasaty's death, remarried once more. His new wife was a young woman of seventeen, Yamincha. She had no children, however, and proved to be an ill choice as a new mother. However, she was of high blood, the daughter of a chieftan. She brought with her great wealth.
At the age of fifteen, when Kali was nine, Yhana was married to a Numenorean in Umbar, and she died a year later giving birth to a daughter. The baby was raised in Umbar as nobility. Tishan, now fifteen, was married by choice to a phalconer from her own tribe. Kanamu was less than pleased with the match, but did not object. He even consented to let Kali help Tishan's husband Pudan with his birds, and later consented to an aprenticeship. In four years time, Matina, by far the comeliest of the two sisters, caught the eye of a young Outrider's aprentice as he stopped in the camp one night. Next week, the infatuated couple were married.
Kahul, now twenty two, took a wife among the tribe, a weaver's daughter. Inan, young blood restless, moved to Umbar where he sought fame and fortune. Kanamu was conducting his own search for a husband for Kali, though she protested. Tishan and Kahul sided with their younger sister, though Tayun sided with his father. He was twenty five now, and had four young children and a wife of his own. Yamincha, a mild woman, begged her husband to see reasoning in his daughter's words. Kanamu, despite Tayun's gripes, allowed Kali to go without an arranged marriage.
For the past two years, she has trained even harder as a phalconer, and as a horse rider.
Post 163
Snowdog
Date Posted: Tue Jul 2, 2002 10:44 am
(I have listed my characters that have been and will be in RP stories, and have given the link to the RP where they have been used in case anyone is ambitious or bored enough to read them. If anyone has any comments on my characters, the either drop a post in the Character Archives - A Word Aside or email me at Snowdog176@Yahoo.com.)
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Name: Dorhílas (In the Nightguards RP)
Age: 45 (Fourth Age 204)
Race: Man
Heritage: Gondorian/Rohanian/Northern Dúnedain
Eyes: blue/grey
Hair: dirty blonde, darker in the winter and lighter in the summer
Clothing: well-fitting dark brown suede pants and matching vest and boots, forest green silk shirt, and a dark brown cloak cinched at the waist by a plain brown belt.
Occupation: metalsmith by day, writer of word and music by night. Was good at scripts and could forge just about anything written.
Marital status: unmarried
Means of Travel: dark grey horse named Cloud.
Weapons of choice: Swords & knives. He carried two swords, and carried various tempered knives.
Personality: Quiet and soft spoken unless he wishes to be heard. Observant of much that goes on around him. Does not wish for battle, but is more in stealth and kills when necessary. Served on the west border of Rohan in search of rouge Dunlandings.
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NAME: Frea & Forca {Identical twins)
AGE: 20 (in the year Third Age 2989) 49 (Third Age 3019)
GENDER: Male
RACE: Rohanian
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tall and slim fair muscular build.
They have the fair complexion and long blonde locks of the Rohirrim, with a fair faces and a smiles that cuts easily.
Eyes are what tells them apart for Frea's are a faded blue, almost bordering on grey, wheras Forca had bright blue/silver eyes.
Bio: Born in Rohan in the foothills of Ered Nimrais near the south fork of the Isen, the River Adorn west of Helms Deep. He and his twin brother Forca grew up the youngest of 4 children of Folca, Forcwyn's elder brother. They had two older sisters. When they reached stature in their teen years, they rode the Westmarch for there were few and the watch on Dunland was constantly needed.
In the year 2989 TA, Frea was dispached north by his commander to search for a woman who was his aunt, Forcwyn. Frea did as ordered, and was unaware for the most part of the danger about, but did not for many years find the Lady Forcwyn.
The brothers were perceptive and could battle well with sword, spear, and bow, and served well on the west borders and in the war of the Ring. They were 50 years of age at that time and fought in the command of Theodred and Grimbold in the battles of Isen where Frea was wounded seriously. Forca rode east with the King and fought in the Pellenor Fields when the King fell.
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Name: Halasìan, of the line of Halvàris, Guardsman to King Arvedui. (Shadow Over Arnor)
Age: 72 (in the year Third Age 2989)
Gender: Male
Race: Man - Dúnedain/Lossoth/Gondorian/Rohanian
Profession:Ranger - Tracker/Swordsman/Healer
Bio: Learned swordsmanship at an early age from his father Halàrvis, Dúnedain Ranger of the North, who rode with Chieftain Argonui, Chieftain Arador, and Chieftain Arathorn II of the Dúunedain Rangers and he was slain the same time of Arathorn II. This was Halasían's first battle at age 17. He to ride with and learned all the ways of the Rangers from them, and would visit Rivendell on occasion and studied herblore and the crafts there. He also on his wanderings sought knowledge from the Wizards Radagast the Brown and from Gandalf the Grey. He travelled far and wide in Middle Earth, and learned many routes and ways from many people, and fought with many armies. He was seen though as a lesser Ranger due ti his methods. Though he always fought for the good and free peoples, his tactics sometimes were brought into question, for there was a darkness that dwelt in his heart he kept ever buried.
Halasían was descended father to son from Halvàris, Guardsman of King Arvedui, and Sian, daughter of the Chief of the Lossoth. Though the bloodline is Dúnedain, it has been mingled through the generations with blood of Rohan, Dol Amroth, Ithilien, and South Gondor. At 30 years of age he married Lady Forwycn of Rohan who was 18 at the time, and she bore him two sons, the first soon after their marriage, anf the other many years later. She resided in Rohan at a home in the shadows if the Ered Nimrais that they built after their marriage.
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Name: Forwycn (Shadow Over Arnor)
Gender: Female
Age: 59 (In the year Third Age 2989)
Race: Rohanian
Physical: She is average/tall for a woman of Rohan, and she had the signature golden yellow hair that was long, nearly to her knees when let down. Her smile was once captivating and her fair face a treasure to see even among the women of Rohan.
Bio: Appearing one day while riding in the field to a strange man she was smitten and he by her at the sight of each other. He was 13 years her senior, and her father was reluctant to give her hand to him in marriage. But her father was old and reaching the end of his days, and he wanted to see her happy before he gave himself over to death. At the time of his death, She was happy with the coming of a son, Hayna, and her father died after gazing first upon his grandson.
But things stayed not happy for her as Halasían, her husband, was sworn to the service of the Dúnedaun Rangers of the north, and he rode away when Hayna was but a couple years young. Grievous was that parting and Forcwyn's smile would show no more in or out of their house, and Rohan was darkened by a shadow that fell on her that day.
She had a hard demeanor to discourage, but when she was hurt, she would not forgive easily, thus reconciliation between Halasían and Forwycn came not for many years.
Skills: Forwycn had many, one was a singing voice that rivaled that of the elves, and she could perceive things in many. She knew no sorcery, but had a gift of the Valar in these matters and was thought to have Elven blood in her though her line could only be traced entirely to the Rohirrim and the Northmen before the riding of Eorl. She was good with a knife, but would carry no weapon, for she abhorred war and violence and blamed war and weaponry for her husband's departure to the north. She Loved Halasían much, held much bitterness of the many years apart.
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Name: Hayna (Shadow Over Arnor)
Gender: Male, Elder son of Halasían and Forcwyn.
Age: 40 (In the year Third Age 2989)
Race: Rohanion on Mother's side; Fathers side is mixed Gondorian, Northern Dunedain, Lossoth. (see Halasían)
Physical: He is average height, not short, but not tall, appearing as one from Numenor with sea grey eyes, but for his long golden brown hair with wavey curls.
Skills: Skilled in seamanship and shipbuilding, for his heart was to the sea. There are some who say he is the spirit of Numenor renewed, but this is defied by his mixed blood.He learned much of swordsmanship, and could navigate well on land and sea by using only his senses and the sky.
History: Hayna was the first son of Halasian the Ranger and Forcwyn of Rohan. He grew up without his father's presence and saw the sadness of his mother grow with each passing year. When his father returned finally from the service with the Rangers of the North, Hayna was a teen and hated his father, and would not heed his words or way. Seeing that his mother still had feelings for Halasían, Hayna went off to Anfalas to learn the ways of the sea and served under various captains on many ships.He was aboard ship when Thorongil made his raid on Pelegir, and his father Halasian was there with Thorongil, though Halasían and Hayna never met or knew at the time.
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Name: Hanasían Conceived in Shadow Over Arnor, and was a founder as mentioned in the prologue to Dhû Tirith (Nightguards).
Gender: Male, younger son of Halasaían and Forcwyn
Age: Born in Third Age 2990
Race: Rohanion on Mother's side (Forcwyn), Fathers side is mixed Gondorian, Northern Dunedain, Lossoth. (see Halasían)
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(OOC: I'll finish with Hanasían and list my other characters as I get the rest of their bios together. I will also post the background of Snowdog and Rían when time permits.)
Post 164
lalatiel
Date Posted: Tue Jul 2, 2002 12:26 pm
Wow, Leslie, what a great idea!
Okay, here goes....
Name: Praycien Piralith, but almost never uses her surname
Race: Um, well, she's a goddess of darkness
Gender:Female
Age: Well, she's immortal, so she's been around for a while.
Height: Tall, but not overly, maybe 5' 8"
Build: Slender, of course
Hair: In the form she usually uses, coal-black
Eyes: Silver-grey
Appearance, other: Pale skin, usually wears gray or black, and in spirit form, all that can be seen of her is her storm-gray eyes, and then she is cloaked in twilight shadows
Marital Status: Hmm, well, she's a goddess, but in her mortal years...
wait, this should go in bio...
Occupation: Doesn't have one, but goes around, helping out where needed, and is occasionally assigned duties from the mysterious Higher Up
Weapons of choice- seeing as she's immortal and powerful, she doesn't carry weapons (wow, an RP character without weapons???
)Personality- Has that almost imperceptable aura of power, but can often be seen wearing a mischevious smile
Past Bio: Okay, here's where it gets interesting. Praycien was once a mortal, and when she remembers her mortal years, it is often with a tear in her eye and a sad smile on her face. You see, by becoming immortal, she has lost everything that was dear to her when she was just a woman, including her love. She is ever searching for her mortal love, for she had believed he was dead, but now knows better. So everywhere she goes, finding her lover is always in the back of her mind. I don't really know how she became a goddess, but she is one of darkness because of her sorrow. And she is
not evil!
Okay, here's the story:
Praycien was a beautiful young woman, who fell in love with a powerful mage. Praycien herself was the daughter of a prestigious noble, and mages were... ah... not thought highly of. Her father was quite beside himself when he heard of her decision to marry the mage, as was everyone else she knew. This decision even caused her to lose her best friend. But marry him she did, and the moved away from the city and the terrible talk that was spreading, and to distant mountains. A terrible storm blew up one day, and Praycien was nearly killed by lightning. Her husband found her charred body outside of their home, and was nearly going out of his mind, when he found she was not dead, but on the threshold. With his sorcerous powers, he tried to bring her back to life, but couldn't succeed. The effort he spent on trying to raise his nearly-dead wife killed him. But his efforts were not in vain- Praycien was rescued from certain death and sent to the mysterious Higher Up (Eru?). He told her that as her husband's life was sacrificed for her, he would not sentence her to a mortal death, but would make her a twilight spirit, a goddess of darkness.
Little did Praycien know that her husband had also been sent to Higher Up. The mage was not in favour with HU, and he punished him by sending him back down to earth in a lowly, but still human form. Praycien found out though, and is ever searching for him. He has been stripped of his powers, and his strength, and most of what he knew, but he is still the one who sacrificed his life for her. And maybe she can plead with HU to restore him.
Post 165
Lithtaur16
Date Posted: Tue Jul 2, 2002 1:57 pm
Name: Lithtaur- Ledenna Fionnich
Race:Human
Age:Her looks would suggest her twenties or early thirties.
Gender:Female
Occupation:Shield Maiden of her father's house when she's at home, Wanderer/Ranger, a novice Black/Sword smith, Journeymen Bard
Description: Tall (about 5 feet 8inches, give or take an inch) and strong.
A light, though sun-tanned, complexion with deep brown eyes and brown hair usually tied in a pony-tail that hangs to below her waist. Prefers tan leather pants and tunic to dresses, usually wears a dark green cloak with hood. Her vision and hearing are sharp and she runs swiftly though she prefers riding. A single woman.
Skills: An expert with a light sword or knife and a fair shot with a bow and arrow. She is very good with woodcraft but few healing skills. She is a novice blacksmith and bladesmith, since her traveling habits sometimes require such skill. She is not a very good dancer but plays a long wooden flute, which she always wears at her side, very well.
Her sword: Long and light (a thruster maybe) with a black leather grip and pommel. A small "R" is enhraved into the right side of the blade near to the hilt.
Her Bow- A simple make of ash.
Personality:Friendly and somewhat reserved though often nervous and flighty at large formal gatherings. Patient and does not anger easily but can be very tense and strikes quickly when angry, but not blindly. Has a very strong feeling of kinship with friends.
Family:
Father and House- Roedan Fionnich- All family on his side are Rohir. Served as a King's Rider. Friend of Bedgrim, father to Leofric and brother to the King of Rohan.
Mother- Leona- Her father was Rohir, her mother was Gondorian. (Lithtaur got her dark hair from her mother's mother) There is Westernesse very far back in Lithtaur's grandmother's line.
*no blood siblings
Usual Companions:Her usual companions are her buck-skin stallion, Spirit, her father's huge, old, gray-white (female) wolfhound Anaiu, and a wild silver falcon named Aden.
Special:(Depends on RPG)
She is the bearer of a magic ring that (in her hands) binds the powers of friends together and makes them one. Also glows when there is danger to her friends.(Quest for the Coisar).
Bio:
Under Reconstruction
Post 166
Crystal_Arwen
Date Posted: Thu Jul 4, 2002 12:45 am
OK:
Name: real name Pherlondewen, but people call her CArwen (see below)
Race: Elf of unkown origin
Gender: Female
Age:313
Height: 5'9''
Weight: not sure
Hair: Black/Blue
Eyes: Green
Marital Status: has been engaged, currently single
Occupation: mercenary, fighter, wanderer (at the moment)
Outfit: black tunic and tights, midnight blue cloak for travelling, always wears red or black for formals, and her jewel Khezed-mir round her neck (see below)has a small tattoo of a star on
her ankle
Means of travel: Horse named Silma-àre
Skills: has some water and ice magic, but not very powerful
unless combined with her crystal Khezed-mir. An amazing fighter, that was her gift (see below)
Personality: A bit apathetic, but does sometimes understand
people, quite outgoing and sometimes a bit abrupt. But if she
likes a person, she normally softens up. Has a habit of hiding her feelings to give the right impression
Bio: Born Pherlondewen in Lothlorien, she has one sister called Rhudriél, who was always very different from her. A very tough child, but her parents never thought anything of it and just
accepted it. When she was small, her parents visited Galadriel, where they were told Pherlondewen was to be a great warrior and was to fight for good and justice. Galadriel gave her a crystal, Khezed-mir, which
can freeze things and turn things to ice and control the weather to help her in her future.
However, her parents didn't want a female warrior in their family and decided to marry her to a friends' son on her 100th birthday. But Pherlondewen knew her true calling and didn't want to get married. So on her wedding day, after saying goodbye to her sister, she ran away and out of Lothlorien and has not returned since. Her sister ended up marrying her betrothed and they kept in touch for a while, but then lost contact. Pherlondewen, meanwhile, changed her name and identity to Crystal Arwen and became a mercenary, fighting for good and justice and venting her destined fighting power. Her horse, Silma-àre, used to belong to a man who she beheaded in battle, but now helps her in fights. She now wanders Middle-earth in search of adventure and gives help in battles where it is needed.
Post 167
Aiglos
Date Posted: Thu Jul 4, 2002 1:52 am
Ok , Here goes , I have been around here for a while but didn't have the time to post my character's bio data .
Name : Aiglos
Race : Half Elf ( Not of the true line of Luthien and Beren )
Age : Not quite sure , he is immortal so has been around for
some time .
Height : 6 ' even
Colour Of Eyes : Black
Colour Of Hair : Black
Clothes : Usually dressed in a rusty green and brown jerkin
trousers and a grey Lorien cloak .
Weapons : He carries only Aiglos , The Spear Of Gil Galad after
which he was named which he has inherited from his
father . He can summon and dismiss The Spear at will.
Marital Status : Single , however he is truly , madly and
deeply in love with Lanuviel , the daughter of
Glorfindel , the Elf Lord and is not sure as
to whether she reciprocates or not !!
Means Of Travel : He has a faithful black horse by the name of
Black Beauty who is a descandant of the very
chief of themearaswhich Orome brought
out of the West long ago .
Bio Data : Aiglos was the son of Gilraen , the son Of Gil Galad
and Shardoel , the beautiful daughter of a Ranger
of the North . He was a half elf but not of the
line of Luthien so he was generally shunned by the
elven community and more so because his mother was
a human . However , he overcame all that and grew
to be a vivacious and expressive man . Before his
father died in an orc attack , he gave to
Aiglos , The Spear OF GIl Galad . After fighting
for The Free Peoples OF Middle Earth in The Great
War and also for undertaking daring quests he was
allowed to choose whether he would be of Elven or
Human kind he chose the former . His mother died
just after the War OF THe Ring and he took up his
rightful place as the High King Of The Elves beyond
The Blue Mountains in Ered Lindon and The Grey
Havens . But his heart always bore a longing for
wandering in The Wilderness so at times he would
steal away from his kingdom in search of adventure.
In one of his sojourns he met and fell in love with
Lanuviel , the daughter of Glorfindel the Elf Lord .
Now , he seeks for some way in which he can win
Lanuviel's hand ...
Post 168
Naiore
Date Posted: Thu Jul 4, 2002 4:45 pm
NAME: Naiore Dannan, Shadow Stalker, Dream Hunter, Alqualisse
RACE: Noldo – House Finarfin
GENDER: Female
BORN: 2nd Age, immediately after the end of the 1st Age
HAIR: Light Golden Blonde, straight but curling towards the ends, falls to her waist.
EYES: Emerald Green
HEIGHT: 6 foot
BUILD: Sleek, undeniably feminine, her strength hidden beneath the soft curves of a woman’s body.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Ravener (Female Sect of Mordor), assassin, spy, recreational thief, confidence trickster
PLACE of BIRTH: Belfalas
DRESS: When in her chosen homeland of Mordor, she is covered from shoulder to ankle in a fine closefitting chain mail, wrought of a curious black metal. It is light, strong, able to turn arrow and sword. Underneath she wears black leather, close fitting pants, fitted chest plate. What she wears under that is known only to a very select few that survive. Over the mail she wears shoulder plates on each shoulder, forearm brace on right arm, all forged from the same black metal of her mail. Boots encase her legs to her knee, and they are finely worked with delicate embossing, at odds with the terrible places she treads and what she walks through, the blood and destruction of suffering. A heavy, black cloak, velvet, hangs from her shoulders, with a deep cowl in which she hides her easily identifiable face. Sword baldric, dagger belt, straps for armoured plating are black leather and studded in silver.
Her Ravener status is denoted by her hair. This is sectioned into 7 curious braids that fall from the nape of her neck to her waist. Each braid is banded at equal intervals with the same curious metal of her chain mail. That she bears 7 braids denotes her high rank. There is only one higher, and that is the Lidless Eye.
Naiore is not often permitted the luxury of remaining within Mordor’s bounds. The War of the Rings has forced her into hiding. She will adopt any guise in order to blend in, even that of her softer, kinder sundered elven kindred. In such circumstances she appears like any other maiden of House Finarfin, for despite her nature, an Eldar child is she of the Noldo peoples. When abroad, Naiore favours the fine dresses of her folk. Particularly fond of decadent velvet, silks and furs, she is normally in black or emerald green, though she will wear whatever colour takes her fancy and imagination, and whatever will help her achieve her ends.
WEAPONS: A heavy broadsword sits at her shoulder, baldric holding it in place. The sword is courtesy of Sauron himself, in appreciation of her fine work in terrorising Harad into submission. They still speak of the demon elf there now. At her belt hangs a crossbow and a store of bolts. A garrotte also is coiled there, and various daggers are stowed about her person. Noone knows how many, for those that would count die before she has exhausted her supply.
One of Naiore's most formidible weapon is how she presents to others. Enigmatic, mysterious, dangerous and fell, she is also cultured, well spoken, very intelligent and impeccably mannered which hints at a birth into a highly placed family. She may seem cold or aloof at times, but she knows well how to smile and charm and will use both well.
ABILITIES: Naiore is an empath who is skilled in the arts of suffering, torment and death. She has the ability to find suffering, wring torment from another with the most innocuous of things. Her greatest weapon is her empathy, for it provdes her with an intimate knowledge of another and opens to her many levers to use in their torment. It is through that she gains an insight into her victim’s mind and soul, and there does she begin and her work. This layering of mental and psychological anguish is her strongest ability. She is persuasive and has a fine understanding of despair and hopelessness. Her work has meant she has become adept with instruments of physical torture, but she much prefers subtle and more sophisticated methods. Apart from this, she is skilled in the use of sword, knives, crossbow and garrot. These she will use in battle or defence if she must. However, Naiore is not a fan of battle for there are too many random elements that she would rather control for her work.
Naiore’s chief weapon is the unlikelihood of her chosen path. An elf of Finarfin’s kin, she can easily be mistaken as one who can be trusted. With elven beauty unmarred and unstained, a cultured melodical voice, and mysterious gentleness, Naiore can pass easily as a fey Noldo that is no more than she seems. This makes for a savage shock, and is particularly useful in pulling apart her victim’s perspective on the world, the nature of elves and women. She has an elven sense and wisdom, devoted wholly to satisfying her thirst for knowledge. There is one question above all else that has driven Naiore in her quest for answers: “From where does fear spawn”.
CHARACTER: Naiore is a complicated character. She is one of the few Eldar that embraced the darkness with open arms. It was not love, nor greed, nor lust that sent her seeking Sauron. Naiore sought him because of one thing alone. She sensed a side to her people’s natures that everyone else wanted to ignore, a darkness that she could not ignore for her empathic senses would not permit it. It was that which alienated her from her family and people, and as she questioned she found herself constrained. But it occurred to Naiore that there must be balance between good and evil for life to continue, and she began to resent the denial, aversion forced upon her regarding the darker impulses, emotions and instincts. It became a false sham to her, a lie that she would not embrace and instead Naiore was compelled to find something far more honest. It seemed unjust that darkness be so hated when it was Eru's will that permitted its presence. All this offended her sensabilities.
No sudden tragedy turned her away from her people. It was a steady process that some believe was inevitable for such wild ability whilst others believe that perhaps with care she could have been kept from the shadow. What intrigued Naiore most was the emotion of fear. It was so prevalent in so many ways, and often was the predicating motive for much behaviour, but from where did it spring? There were many ways to search that answer out, but Naiore found the most effective and unflawed way was to study fear intimately. She found that power through the domination and subversion of others to be a heady drug, and she developed a taste for it and the ability to obtain it grew quickly. She works in a number of ways, eliciting fear, terror, horror in her prey. Pain, blood, brute force she will employ, but is almost a hollow conquest for her. She seeks total submission, not just of body, but of mind and soul.
Naiore is relentlessly patient in her pursuits, ruthless, methodical and implacable once roused. She rarely flies into a rage, her own emotions tightly reined so that they can be used as she requires. Her passions are deeply shrouded, but when they do break through the layers of tight control Naiore becomes wildly chaotic and unpredictable. Analytical and isolated, she is inherently mistrustful of others, suspicious and ever hungry for another conquest. She has an unusual set of tastes for a Ravener, and it helped set her apart from her Order. Naiore appreciates beauty, music, art. She is drawn to it instinctively, for despite her life she remains an Eldar Child. This is echoed in some of her gear. It is fearsome, efficient, deadly, but all of it has a certain lethal quality and grace. Naiore is also a sensualist, she craves satisfaction of whatever hunger or need drives her. She assiduously avoids rank violence, deeming it a shameful waste of what could have been a good meal. Her fascination with the senses at times this leads her astray, but never for long. She feels no sense of remorse for her acts and wants and desires. She understands their evil nature and rejoices in it's honesty. Take evil from her and Naiore would wither and die. She is her most vibrant when she is enjoying her black arts.
It is rare to find in Naiore expression of emotion that is pure, genuine and uncalculated. She is capable of it, and is not invulnerable to the dictates of her heart. But experience has taught her well and Naiore learns very quickly. Emotions unguarded are weapons to be turned against you. Only when she knows she is either utterly alone, or with someone she utterly trusts will the fences be taken down. It has yet to be seen if there is someone she trusts utterly. Empaths sense too much. She would despise someone so blandly pure and guileless that she'd probably not even bother to break their neck and be done with them. The people that intrigue her appeal to her senses and her taste for danger. That means that she does not ever entirely trust those that captivate her attention.
Fastidious, Naiore disapproves of waste, cannot tolerate fools easily, despises poor discipline and enjoys the various arts of the hunt. Sometimes this is the winning of confidence of a more innocent soul so that she can pluck information or wealth at her will. At times, when she is in a milder frame of mind, Naiore will indulge in less lethal forms of pursuit, including courtship although it takes an unusual partner to retain her interest. Her taste runs to unpredictable, wild, dangerous things. Those that survive entanglements with Naiore can be counted on one hand. It is in the wild places of the world that Naiore can set aside the disenchantment with the façade of society, the alientation and revulsion of her kindred, the constant buffeting of her empathic senses to relax.
She is known to seek at the most inconvenient times for her "allies" places still uninhabited to there ponder and rebuild her reserves of strength, it is there she is most vulernable. To be an empath, a Ravener and to retain her sense of elven sense requires deep reserves of strength that Naiore nurtures as often as she can. There are very few that she feels any sort of affection for. They include her parents, for whom she grieves unbeknownst to those about her, and Celebrimbor, and that relationship was the subject of much speculation upon which Naiore will not be drawn, not even if it was Sauron doing the asking as he once did on a fateful day in Dol Guldor as Celebrimbor languished in the dungeons...
HISTORY: Naiore’s father and mother and siblings are unknown. Their names were erased and her family history removed once they realised the nature of Naiore’s activities. Her people have cast her aside and Mordor does not care. She grew alone, separated from those around her by her inherently dark inclinations, and was one of the few that welcomed the return of Sauron to Middle-earth after Numenor’s sinking. For a very long time, she was unseen and unheard of, and at first her people grieved that she had fallen into shadow. She became the first Ravener, Sauron forming an Order to follow in her path as he recognised the powerful influence of terror and the potential of women in his plans. Naiore emerged again to general knowledge on the Gladden Fields. The people of Rohan had been whispering of a dread demon, beautiful to sight, foul by nature. Men and women, boys and girls had been found dead in the most dreadful of circumstances. Their deaths had been long, protracted and spoke of a horror and fear that remained etched into the very ground, trees, stones where their bodies remained.
It was Naiore’s second major project. She had preyed on Rohan and was drawn to the battle at the Gladden Fields. It was there that finally she was seen by her kindred and it became known that she did not fall into shadow, rather, she embraced it like it was her lover. She is not spoken of amongst her kin anymore. It was a terrible battle, and it reinforced for Naiore that she preferred to work in quieter, more peaceful circumstances. After her time spent in Harad on her first project, she had earnt her 5th braid. Stories of the cruelty of elves and those men allied with them that Mordor entices Harad to war. Naiore returned to Barad-Dur, and there worked as an interrogator and general agent of terror within and without Mordor’s boundaries. With the victory of the Alliance, Naiore was forced to flee, having just attained her 6th braid in the extraction of intelligence concerning Gil-Galad. The elves had proved defiant with the wraiths, and it was her intimate knowledge of their psyche’s that proved their undoing. The strategic value of the knowledge was meaningless to Naiore. She was only in it for the hunt and because she deemed that there must be a place for evil if there was one for good.
It was then that Naiore appreciated the finer differences between the suffering of elves and the suffering of mortals. She still enjoyed the Younger Children, but she developed a taste for her kindred that could not be assuaged after Mordor’s defeat. The legend of the Necromancer in the south grew, and upon Sauron’s return to Dol Guldor, Naiore was presented with her next opportunity to indulge her hunger. She enjoyed the folk of Thranduril mightily, and the War of Ring saw her unleashed on the wider populace as Sauron cast out a net of terror. She was 7 braids by then, but unlike her colleagues, she still worked primarily alone. Naiore was a regular at Minas Morgul, her chambers there equipped for her activites. As the only elf sworn willingly allied with Mordor, Naiore was somewhat of an oddity and enjoyed a certain priviliedge. None of this made any impact on the elf-woman, for she did what she did for the sheer enjoyment and satisfaction of it.
All this came crashing down in the War of the Rings. Minas Morgul fell, the ring was unmade. Power seemingly fled Mordor, and nowhere was safe now for the likes of her. Naiore was forced to hide, to flee, to leave her tower and avoid the vengeful hunts sent by Gondor. Occasionally, she entered Minas Tirith, but she is forced to be discreet for Arwen’s influence was there now and she could not even properly enjoy her mortal prey. The elves that came to Ithilien were poor sport as well. She managed to take the occasional sindar, but again it was a hunt made on the run and she could not enjoy it, not fully. She came to miss the support of her Order, and for the first time, Naiore started to feel alone. She could not even wear her mail, for her hiding had forced her into meeker clothes and a softer manner that she loathed. But despite all this, Naiore waited as she ever had, for if evil stirred again, she could again ride on its back. She would again find her life and she was desperately hungry, craving the terror that once she had fed on.
Naiore can be found in many places. Halls of kings and lords as she seeks information, dark and dank places forgotten by the world, lonely isolated places undiscovered, battlefields, villages, forests, deserts. Inns and taverns are her delight. She is a wanted criminal, throughout the realm of Gondor and Arnor. Her Order took special delight in preying on the decendants of Numenor, and so King Elessar harboured a sharp disgust for Ravener's. All the women have been hunted down, interrogated and summarily executed. Upon capture, they failed to renounce their service to Mordor, proclaimed with pride their deeds and died ignoble deaths. Naiore turned aside from such pride and hid so that she could continue her search for the answers that drive her.
Amongst her own people, Naiore is also a wanted criminal and an enemy of the state. She is known to be culpable in the deaths of Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor and a number of other elven victims of Sauron. Some even suspect that she played some role in seducing and luring mortal men to their wraith service to Mordor. The exact nature of her acts and accountability for the attrocities of Sauron against the Free Peoples is uncertain. However, enough is known to merit her outlaw status. It is widely known that through Thranduril's, Elrond's and Galadriel's people that capture of Naiore Dannan is to be attempted at any opportunity. She is to be snared, brought for questioning before the White Council and then executed. No mercy is to be shown. In that also is Naiore an oddity. Should that come to pass, she will be the first elven woman executed for her crimes against her people.
Naiore is very much a work in progress, I hope this will suffice for a beginning. Quite the beautiful, charming viper, whom I hope will be able to appear in any RP that requires a subtle evil to challenge the "good guys".
Post 169
Eruanne
Date Posted: Sat Jul 6, 2002 1:09 am
Name: Eruanne
Race: About a quarter human and three quarters Sindarin Elf. That's hardly exact, as she has numerous human ancestors, but it's close enough.
Gender: Female
Age: Depends. She was about three hundred and fifty years old at the time of the second rise of the Witch King of Angmar, if that helps.
Height: A little over five feet eleven inches
Build: Curvy and long legged. Muscled just as much as one would expect from someone who isn't really a warrior but leads a fairly active lifestyle.
Hair: Dark red with copper, blonde, and brown highlights. Worn past her waist, and is usually either braided back or pulled into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. When she's feeling indulgent she either lets it hang free (though that happens infrequently), or makes a skinny braid just over each ear and pulls them back, using them to hold her hair off her face.
Eyes: Light blue, like the September sky, and large enough to hold the world, though there is always a hint of sadness to them.
Marital Satus: Single, and vowed to remain that way the rest of her life. This does not mean that she could not take a lover if she so chose, but she would never be able to marry them or have children by them. For this reason she tries to avoid serious romantic entanglements. She usually won't even flirt, for fear someone might misunderstand.
Occupation: Mystic, Dreamgazer, Seer, priestess, prophet, healer, scholar, storyteller, occasional singer, and wanderer.
Dress: For travel she wears an ankle length shift with a pleated skirt. The garment is made of linen, and dyed a dark blue with sprays of pale green fernlike shapes. Over that is wrapped a strip of linen cloth the same green as the designs on her skirt, that forms a sort of halter top. Bound around her waist is the light blue, sliver shot sash that marks her as a Seer to her people. Underneath the skirt she wears a pair of close fitting cotton leggings, due to her tendency to climb trees and tuck her skirt into her sash while doing so. Rarely wears footgear, though she does own a pair of well made boots that she uses form time to time.
When not on the road she veers toward clothing that is simple and modest. This is not to say that she doesn't like ornamentation. Indeed she does, but she prefers it to come from her jewelry of which she has quite a lot. She's nearly always wearing earrings, and frequently has some other form of jewelry on as well. Many of the pretty things she owns were given to her as gifts by Kai, her friend and would be lover.
Weapons: In all honesty Eruanne can't stand getting involved in fights she can't settle with her words, but she knows that it's suicide for a pretty woman to travel alone with no means of protecting herself, so she does carry a long bladed knife.
Means of travel: Feet. "What? You mean you want to *ride* that beast? I'll fall off!" Riding animals are unknown where she comes from.
Birthplace: Haven, a lovely valley in the eastern mountains beyond Mordor.
Skills: Her abilities center mainly around divination and linguistics. She is a good storyteller, has the gift for dousing, and has a tendency to infrequent prophetic dreams and visions. She has a strong will and can occasionally influence others by *wishing* (as she puts it) very hard. She doesn't do so often though, and it always exhausts her when she does. She will notice when someone else has a strength like hers and be drawn to them, regardless of all else. She seems to attract animals, especially those associated with water, though this is limited to them feeling a certain friendliness and lack of wariness towards her.
Personality: Eruanne rarely complains, barely allows herself to feel pain, pushes herself to her limits and beyond constantly, comforts all who need her and pays no mind to her own sadness. She's the one who tells stories on the march to take everyone's minds off their aching feet. She's the one who goes to the fetch the water while her companions indulge in flopping to the ground. She puts all others before herself, and is frequently surprised when people thank her for it. And irritated when they make her stop.
History: Eruanne's people have lived for a long time in their valley, hidden away from the shadow. It is a mixed community of humans and Elves, who prefer to keep their existence a secret. This is understandable, living as they do with the constant knowledge that it would be very easy for Sauron to destroy them should he become aware of their existence.
Eruanne was content in her sheltered world until about the time she turned ten. That was when the dreams began. They haunted her, speaking to her of what was to come, nearly driving the child mad from knowing. But she was lucky, for the Seer recognized her pain and fear as the awakening of a great gift of prophecy and took her away up onto the heights to train her.
That took a *long* while.
When Eruanne finally returned to the valley she found that everything was different. The elven children she had played with had grown and barely remembered her at all, and the human children were dead. It is said that elves remember everything, and most do, but the children forget, like all children.
Eruanne was doomed to remember. And she remembered things that she should not have known, things that had not happened yet, things that happened long before she was born. She knew her strangeness, her apartness, and tasted it always.
And then she met Kai.
Kai was wonderful. He was handsome and kind and talented and he made her feel whole and welcomed. She quickly fell hopelessly in love with him. But she had already vowed herself to her people as a Seer, and a Seer may not take a spouse or have children.
So she never told him that she loved him. But he loved her anyway, and so he tried his best to woo her, to bring her to his side. She gave in once, and tumbled into his arms for a night that neither would ever forget.
But morning came and she panicked, sure that she was being selfish. Sure that he had only touched her out of pity. She could not bear it, and left.
That was the day she set out on her journey to the west, trying to find some place to give her heart rest. Some place that is, that was not in the arms of Kai the Jewel Smith. She had always wanted to go west and see the places that her grandfather told tales of. He had taught her the language, and told her stories of how he met and won her human grandmother, who she resembles.
So she turned her footsteps toward the setting sun.
OOC: So, that's Eruanne. I'm still working on her, but I do know that there is no way I'm going to keep her and Kai apart forever. I'll work something out. This isn't all I know about her, but it's a long post already, so I won't write the information on the culture down here.
Post 170
lalatiel
Date Posted: Sun Jul 7, 2002 1:01 pm
*BUMP*
Post 171
laurelelf
Date Posted: Sun Jul 7, 2002 2:16 pm
Laurel Ertamien
Race: elvish
Height: 5’7”
Age: 32
Appearance: Unconventional! This is due to her upbringing among the dwarves. Skinny and untidy, Laurel always is covered in mud, horse-hair and whatever else is going. She wears full hunting gear, as gowns have a nasty habit of snagging on anything snaggable, or tripping her up. If she were not an elf, she might even be described as inelegant. Her hair is knotted and tangly. Her only redeeming feature is her eyes, which are an unremarkable but strangely charming shade of rust-brown.
Mount: Finbar, the deep bay cob, friend and companion since youth
Weapons: Estewrath the shortsword, which she and Nickos wrought together in the mines of Erebor; she is more comfortable with this than with Faranar, her elvish bow, as her archery is perhaps not quite as accurate as it should be.
Status: Young, but ready for love
Biography: This young elf was born at a dark time not long ago when Easterlings, escaping Sauron’s downfall, launched ruthless raids on Mirkwood. The first daughter of a captain of the elvish archers, with four brothers already grown and battle-hardened, she was hidden in a barrel of coal when Easterlings attacked her village and burnt it to the ground. The inhabitants fled, and the barrel missed by the lake men who were also assaulted in the siege. Floating downstream, the barrel was found by chance by passing opportunistic dwarves who took her to Erebor.
At the halls of Durin VII, a heated debate arose. The courtiers insisted that the elf be returned to Mirkwood despite knowledge that it was under Easterling assault and the child would surely die. However, Grimar Stoneface, King Durin’s General and trusted companion, objected that the ancient grudge against the elves was void in the deciding of a helpless babe’s fate. Seizing the elf, he barricaded himself and his supporters (axe-bearers of the army) in his own hall. When Durin requested that the infant be given into his arms until a decision was reached, he was handed a lump of poor quality granite and challenged by Grimar to choose between his kingdom and the baby. Wisely, Durin yielded nobly to his friend.
Laurel was raised and educated in the mines, learning the skills of forging and wielding of metals and weapons. She was raised alongside Grimar’s only heir, Nickos. The two formed in their short time together a close and exclusive bond that would last them a lifetime, fighting side by side as little more than adolescents in the famous dwarvish attack that ultimately broke the Easterlings’ sway and drove them east to the Great Sands. However her natural height made mining more and more arduous, and despite her natural elvish strength her hands were not powerful enough to forge the heavy dwarvish axes.
Durin’s council decided that, now the Easterlings threatened Mirkwood no longer, the time had come to send the now fully-grown elf back to her people to learn their own skills. Grimar, now aged, could not oppose this, and Laurel was reunited to her surviving family members.
Although Grimar accepted her departure, Nickos could not do the same and forced his way to the gates of the wood elves, where he was halted. Despite considerable elvish resistance he refused to leave the city until Laurel was brought forth. Laurel, now skilled in archery and other such elvish arts but unhappy in a culture she could not adapt to, ran to the gates and demanded that Nickos be admitted. Unsurprisingly she was refused. In a fury she threw herself into the gates, Nickos heaving from the outside, and in their combined strength they succeeded in breaching the famous gates.
Outside the city, they pledged eternal kinship and swore always to defend one another, be it in war or dispute. Then they embraced and, being young, parted in search of adventure and worldly experience, Laurel to the realm of the wild horses in Rohan and Nickos towards the Blue Mountains in search of his kin.
Post 172
Muccamukk
Date Posted: Sun Jul 7, 2002 4:09 pm
Name: Camuk
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: late fifties
Height: 5'9" (but he stoops so it's really more like 5'5"
Build: thin, almost emaciated, but he has a wiry strength
Hair Colour: long, white and tangled, kept out of his eyes by a twisted leather headband
Eye Colour: large and white, he is blind
Appearance: his skin is dark tan and leathery with so many wrinkles that you can't really see his features
Place of Birth: a nomad camp in North-east Harad
Marital Status: single
Occupation: wondering seer
Outfit: a number of grey and brown robes, stacked on top of each other so the holes don't over lap
Means of Travel: an extremely small and thin grey gelding of Haradrim origins.
Weapons of Choice: He never carries any
Skills Include: seeing the future, seeing the present (keeping him from bumping into things), seeing the past, far seeing. All these different sights tend to mix together, which is very confusing.
Personality: He likes to keep to himself and to be left alone. He is bitter about having his “gift” forced upon him, and about the pain it has brought him. He sometimes holds back information because it gives him power over people. Not telling everything also to keeps him from getting in trouble for telling unfortunate prophecies.
Biography: He was born to a Haradrim nomad. He was an only child as his mother dies giving birth to him. When he hit puberty, his second sight began to manifest itself. The other children in his camp were afraid of his powers and made him an outcast. One day a wondering seer passed though his camp and recognised Camuk for what he was. He took him as an apprentice, teaching him the to hone his skills and to follow the code of the seers. To make Camuk’s Sight more clear, his master burnt the sight from his eyes. They travelled together for many years, going to many different regions of Harad, Khand and even Mordor. When Camuk had learned all that he could, his master got him a position as court soothsayer in a city near his birthplace. He lived there until shortly before the War of the Ring, when he had the poor sense to Tell his lord that Sauron was about to fall. The Lord wanted to kill him, but it was illegal to harm a seer so he just exiled him from his land and that of all his allies. He had rather a lot of allies, so Camuk escaped to the West. He is currently living in Gondor, where he is an outcast because of his origins.
Post 173
Novice
Date Posted: Sun Jul 7, 2002 7:27 pm
NAME: Nienjah Laurëlach --"flame of leaping gold"
RACE: Maia/Valaraukar/Eldar; daughter of Úmarth (who was son of Valaraukar Gothmog, and lesser Úmaia, the great cat) and Celebrian (daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn)
GENDER: Female
BORN: Third Age, 2510
COLOURING AND PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS: Tawny gold hair, pale caramel skin and topaz/gold eyes. There is a lushness and fullness about her mouth and eyes, though the lines of her face are chiselled, with high cheekbones, fine aristocratic nose and chin.
Tall; lean, long curves of catlike strength; she moves with a deceptive, feline languor which belies lightning reflexes and ferocity; she has an ambivalent androgeny allowing her to pass as a boy when it pleases her.
Habitually she clothes herself in tawny colours and rich tones, choosing always sensuous texture in fabric: smooth clinging silks, sueded skins, soft furs.
OCCUPATION: supreme sensualist, courtesan, maverick, sadist, political intriguer.
PLACE of BIRTH: the orc dens of the Misty Mountains, between the northern eaves of Fangorn and the southern most outlay of Mirkwood, north-east of the great river
CHARACTER TRAITS AND ABILITIES:
From her maternal grandmother (Galadriel) she has only in part the seer’s gift--she senses, feels, tastes the emotional output of others, particularly the darker emotions; and it is from her maternal side that her intrinsic appreciation of beauty comes. Disorder, ugliness, squalor, offends her aesthetic sensibilities. She does not willingly destroy anything beautiful--excepting life or love in others if it affords her entertainment or furthers her desires. In all things else she has so successfully repressed the attributes of her Noldor heritage that she doesn't knows that she possesses them.
From her paternal grandfather (the balrog Gothmog) comes her affinity with fire, her carnal heat and sadistic tendencies. Near flame she flickers with internal fire and her sensuality is greatly heightened. More significantly, at extreme need she will step into the flames and smoke to create a temporal shift in her physical being and she can travel long distances by this route. But fire and smoke are for her a perilous pathway; it draws her inevitably to the fire of Morder, to the flames of Ûdun, so it is a route she uses with great reluctance....she has done so only once.
From her paternal grandmother (the Úmaia predatory cat) Nienjah has both the predator’s instinct and the agility of a cat, with the strength, ferocity, reflexes and cunning of a panther. Nienjah has little use for other weaponry, for messy, unattractive death is distasteful to her; the subtlety of poison is more to her taste.
She is not a fighter. A sensualist, she relishes all sensual pleasure--of taste, hearing, tactile and visual sensation, as well as the pleasures of the flesh, lingering particularly on the exquisite border between pleasure and pain. She has measured the depths of physical desire and it is her delight to awaken it in others—for its own sake but also for her own amusement which is always her ultimate goal.
These inherited attributes--aesthetic sensibility, carnal heat and a predator’s instinct--have blended in Nienjah to create the supreme courtesan, playing with desire and intrigue for amusement.
Her paramours are usually male, but not always. She seeks the exotic, relishes new sensations. Her capacity for empathy, inherited from her elven grandmother, gives her the ability to read the darker desires of another, and she will then endeavour to fulfil those desires--but only so long as she finds the pursuit pleasurable and entertaining. Very mercurial, she gets bored easily and will drop any amusement when it becomes tedious, or if her unerring instinct for self-preservation is pricked.
Nienjah has no conscience, no compassion, no mercy, no better or higher nature; she is sociopathic in her dealings. She will commit casual murder when it suits her. She has no politic, no strategic interests, no loyalty except to her own calling to conjure desire for sensual pleasure and amusement, to surround herself with beauty. Therefore, she serves no master.
BACK STORY
Nienjah was born in III 2510, fathered forcefully by Úmarth upon Celebrian during her period of torment when she was abducted by Orcs on the road from Lorien.
Rescued by her sons Elladan and Elrohir two months after the birth of her unwanted daughter, the horror of the conception and birth lay such a dark and heavy shadow upon Celebrian that as soon as the poisoned wound delivered by the Orcs was healed by Elrond, she left home and family for the West. She could not bring herself to tell anyone of her ordeal.
Nienjah's father Úmarth was the spawn of Gothmog, flame of Údun, in incarnate form the chief of the Balrogs of Morgoth, who met his doom at the hand of Ecthelion at the fall of Gondolin.
Úmarth’s mother was another of the lesser Úmaia spirits corrupted by Morgoth at the beginning, of those that had taken the shape of monstrous beasts--a giant, tawny predatory cat of horrifying terror was her incarnate form, whose yellow eyes had glowed in the primordial darkness.
Úmarth lived long with the denizens of Sauron but also moved across many of the lands of Middle Earth in his Master’s work, in form a dark and powerful man who could summon his father’s power of fire and fear against those who obstructed him. But he had also the cunning of his dam, a preying charm which allowed him entry to civilised society.
In this way he captivated a woman of Gondor. He dwelt with her in the deep mountain vale of the Morthond and sired three daughters. While these daughters all had the long years of his maia blood, aging slowly, in their nature they took after their mother and they abhorred him and after her death they rejected their paternity and sought to forget their origins.
Only one, Morilassë, ‘Black Leaf’, (though she preferred the name Lassë, rejecting her birth name as one of ill-omen ) showed a mark of her father’s heritage in her affinity for smoke and fire, and like her half-sister Nienjah, she could use smoke to travel in mind or body, though she had no control and feared her gift.
At the time of Celebrian’s capture, Úmarth led one of the larger orc bands of the Misty Mountains. Learning who the new captive was, he took her from the orcs and hid her in a place apart and forced a child upon her, thinking not only to torment her but intending also to create a key for his dark master with which to unlock at some future time the hidden elven refuge of Imladris.
After the female child was born he had no longer any need of Celebrian but did not kill her, enjoying the knowledge that his mark would be on her forever. Nienjah he took back to the Morthond Vale to her half-sisters who, unwilling to take the babe, accepted the task out of fear of their father. Only Morilassë, with her own inherited darkness, had some small understanding of Nienjah. It was Morilassë who told Nienjah the truth of her birth.
Nienjah grew to wild beauty: a tawny leonine gold from her thick hair to her long toes, her skin gleaming with sleek vitality. Topaz eyes which burned liquid gold when her blood was up, a long, sinuous feline form, a quick and cunning mind, a predatory lust for life. And yet within her there ran also the Noldor blood of Galadriel and about the features of her face one who knew could trace the lines of Celebrian and her voice echoed her mother’s.
Úmarth returned often to the Morthond Vale to instruct her, instilling in her a disdain against the Eldar, teaching her to delve deep into the power given her, to manipulate others for her own amusement. Úmarth worked to mould a fine weapon against the enemies of his master--so he thought.
Nienjah knew herself to be as an outcast, a horror forced upon her mother, to her father only a tool for future use, feared by her sisters and the villagers of the Vale. Unloved, her heart lay cold and withered within her and in its place her darker nature twisted the urges of the heart, planting the desire for purely sensual pleasure.
When she reached early womanhood Nienjah left the Morthond Vale. Her father sought her when he found that she was gone and would have taken her back to aid him, willing or no, in the dark work of Sauron. But unwittingly in his years of instruction he had woken in her a greedy appreciation for her own needs and desires which she would not now subvert to the strategies of another. Like a ferocious cat she fought him and would not yield and finally left him lying wounded, snarling curses at her. She laughed then, enjoying his despair. Nienjah had found that she was strong and the pleasure of triumph infinite.
She headed far from her father’s haunts and the dark fires of his master, southwards where the heat of Harad called to the heat within her, and further still. There she gave herself to sensual pleasures, becoming an adept in the game that is played between men and women, revelling in her feminine power which gave her a key to manipulating the hearts of others. Intrigue on a high scale was her entertainment of choice. Deep in the south, her influence was renowned, sought for her beauty and her predatory heat, her capacity to plunge to the depths of desire, her accomplished social charms and supreme political subtlety at need.
The War of the Ring affected her not at all, for in her perfumed and pampered life, concerned with the intrigues and passions of courtly life, the rumours of war were far away and unimportant, though many of the men who feted her departed for the North with great train of weaponry. In time she learned, as all did, that the Dark Lord had been defeated and she knew that her father, Úmarth, was no more. She thought herself free of him and his master at last.
When the embassies arrived from the new King of Gondor for parley and talks of trade, the ambassadors found their way inevitably to Nienjah’s exotic salons. And so, she met for the first time three of the Eldar who came with the mortal men.
Her father's long teaching would not be denied and she despised them. Yet still she hungered for their company, and she found their aesthetic appreciation for things of beauty mirrored her own; the very sound of their voices seemed lyrical as water. They woke in her the strange but oddly familiar prickling, the stamp of the eldar which echoed in herself. Still, she pushed aside the disturbance within her and her heart remained cold.
But she could not long deny the inner restlessness. And her second sense called her back finally to the land of her birth. She departed with a wealth of riches, the endowments of lovers over many lifetimes.
She took the time to establish herself in Dol Amroth in the court of Imrahil, which she retained as a base for long years of men. Her refuge was in the Morthond Vale, hidden in the deep shadow of the White Mountains, thinly inhabited and secret enough and for a brief time the mountain village was in uproar as she set up luxurious pavillions, guarded by swarthy, silent men. They kept to themselves, interacting not at all with the local people and as years passed the Golden Woman became a rumour among them, no more.
Nienjah’s sisters remained resolutely mute. Grudgingly they gave her what she demanded -- which was silence -- but she was more fey now, subtle with her learned courtly manner and their fear of her was deep.
As soon as her surroundings had been prepared to her satisfaction, Nienjah set about her new interest; learning of the Eldar, their strengths, their weaknesses. While the Eldar were now fading and leaving Middle Earth, Nienjah nevertheless followed her primal urge to pry deep into that heritage which was her own.
Despite her better judgement and in the face of her own disdain, she desired to learn of her mother's kin before they all departed over the sea, to somehow learn of the half brothers who remained, the sister who was now a queen among Men, and her grandfather Celeborn, and perhaps see what vengeance there was to extract for their unwitting rejection of her.
Post 174
EdaintheRanger
The Red Fox
Date Posted: Mon Jul 8, 2002 8:04 am
Well I don't really go in for this kind of thing, I like to think of my Characters as on going works, developing over time. Take Edain for example, at first he was just, me really, but now that character seems to have become a indivdual in his own right.
Name: Edain
Age: 22 (though he's probably about 23 now!)
Race: Human of Dúnadan stock.
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