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Post by Gabilgathol on Feb 28, 2004 9:50:18 GMT -5
Vorquarё Gender: male Race: Elf Age: 2,513 Place of Residence: Exiled from Imlardis, now wanders through middle-earth Powers: Telepathy, which he is very skilled at. Also has minor healing powers. Weapons: One Elven Blade and a Bow with a full Quiver Animals: none
Appearance: Vorquarё is tall, like most elves. He has dark hair, that goes down to his shoulders. Vorquarё often cuts his hair because he does not like it to be long.
Personality: Vorquarë is rather impatient and tends to not care about other peoples problems. He tends to get very upset if you mention his family.
History: Vorquarё was exiled by Elrondin Imlardis. He was accused of killing his brother, because he was the only one with him when he died. Vorquarё did not see who killed his brother, for he was knocked unconcious by the person that did it.
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Post by Kait on Mar 26, 2004 17:10:08 GMT -5
Aria Angolaer Gender: female Race: Men Height: 5'7 Age: 7 during the War of the Ring Place of Residence: Anorien (travels during parts of the year) Family: Gwyneth (deceased), Rordan (father) Weapons: A hunting knife and a shortbow Animals: A brown stallion named Lindar and a dog named Amynta Appearance: Aria has long, dark brown hair and beautiful gray eyes. She's well tanned from traveling and working outdoors. She has a very slender and seemingly frail frame although she can defend herself fairly well. She prefers to dress in simple clothing, usually in grays and browns, but for special occaisions she loves to wear gowns of white. Personality: Aria has been shy and softspoken her whole life. She has a wide vocabulary and shares her father's love for music and poetry. She has a beautiful voice and can easily learn any instrument she comes in contact with. She speaks Sindarin and loves to visit Lothlorien with her father. Very few people seem to understand or accept her because she's so quiet and gentle. However, it doesn't seem to bother her most of the time. She worries about what people think of her but she still tries to be herself and do the right thing no matter what. History: Aria was born in Anorien seven years before the War of the Ring. However, her mother died three years later after giving birth to a baby boy who also died. The loss cut both Aria and her father deeply. Aria refused to stay in the company of other women for quite some time, not wanting anyone to replace her mother or look down on her for not having a mother anymore. However, she got past that after a while although she still prefers to keep to herself. Her and her father now live on a small farm in Anorien and sometimes travel as bards to surrounding areas. They often travel to Lothlorien and, up until age thirteen, Aria had quite a crush on Haldir.
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Post by Kait on Mar 26, 2004 17:12:06 GMT -5
Kaelwen Gender: female Race: Men Height: 5'8" Age: 17 Place of Residence: Edoras Family: Kaelan (father); Aelfreda (mother); Kaelmer and Aelfred (brothers) Weapons: A shortbow, quiver, and shortsword Animals: A cream colored stallion named Sularon Appearance: Kaelwen has light red hair that falls about her shoulders in curls. Her eyes are a dark blue gray and her skin is fair. She's slender but very athletic as well. Personality: Kaelwen has a strong spirit and a hot temper. She tends to put herself down a lot but always defends others in need. She isn't at all happy with who she is or how little she's done in her short life. She's used to fighting, being raised with two brothers, and is best with her shortsword although she's quite handy with a spear and bow as well. However, never give her an axe or she'll wind up losing her head... literally. History: Kaelwen was born in Ithilien, the land where her mother had lived, when her parents were visiting relatives. She lives in Edoras with her mother, father, Kaelmer (her older brother), and Aelfred (her younger brother). She's never really fit in with anyone although she tries to make friends with others her age.
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Post by Kait on Apr 8, 2004 11:38:45 GMT -5
Erthadan (Envinyatar) Gender: Male Race: Elf (Noldor) Height: 6'3" Age: Born during the First Age Place of Residence: Imladris Family: Maglor (father), Almaravarië (mother) Weapons: Has many but prefers his longsword, Erebir Appearance: Erthadan has long, dark brown hair that falls to the middle of his back which he often keeps pulled back in order to keep it out of his way. His skin is fair but his hands are rougher than most elves' due to his occupation. He is tall and well built, with handsome features like those of his father. Personality: Erthadan is often quiet and there is rarely a moment when he is not crafting. He is a smith and delights in making the finest weapons and metalwork. When he is alone, he often sings while he works, having a beautiful voice although not as wonderful as his father's. Once someone manages to get him to come out of his shell, however, Erthadan is a very kind, passionate, and sometimes playful elf. He is quick to anger but does his best to control his temper. History: Envinyatar was born during the First Age. He had a rather enjoyable childhood with his parents, despite the troubles brought to them by the Oath of Feanor. After Maglor cast his silmaril into the sea and began to wander, Envinyatar spent many years searching for his father. However, his searching was in vain. After changing his name to Erthadan, he came to reside in Hollin for a while and afterward came to Imladris where he still lives. Erthadan was one of the elven smiths to reforge the shards of Narsil and create Anduril, the sword of kings.
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Post by darkhelmet on Apr 9, 2004 18:07:45 GMT -5
Xanatos Gender: Male Race: Elf Age: 367 Place of Residence: Rivendel Powers: Bow and sword expertise Weapons: 1 blade, 1 knife, 1 bow, and 1 full quiver. Animals: None
Appearance: Tall, about 5'9, blue eyes, black hair, medium built, wears simple clothes.
Personality: Impatient, fighting happy, slightly insane(goes along with fighting happy. He likes to kill things).
History: Xanatos was born in Rivendel. His parents are dead and he's slightly insane. He likes to...kill things...although he is not a murderer. He doesn't really have any friends, at least not yet, but the other elves tolerate him. There are a few he gets along with well.
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Post by Kait on Apr 11, 2004 14:53:21 GMT -5
Saerind Gender: male Race: Silvan Elf Height: 6'3" Age: Unknown Place of Residence: Lothlorien although he wanders sometimes Family: Unknown Weapons: A bow, arrows, and two hunting knives Animals: A peregrin falcon by the name of Thurin Appearance: Saerind has long blonde hair and bright green eyes. This appearance makes him fit in perfectly in Lothlorien where everything seems to be in shades of green and gold. His skin is fair but slightly tanned at times because of the long days he spends in the sun when he travels. He dresses only in greens and browns to blend in with the land although for special occasions, he has been known to wear other colors. Personality: Usually quiet and untrusting around those that he does not know. However, he is cheerful around children. When he does get to trust someone, he is extremely loyal. He never leaves anyone behind, not wanting to abandon anyone the way he was abandoned. History: In the Third Age, a Silvan elf was passing through Fangorn when he found a boy, barely over the age of one. The child refused to speak and, although he searched for days, he could not find the child's parents anywhere in the forest. So instead, he took the boy back with him to Lothlorien and raised him until he was 16, giving him the name Saerind, which means "bitter inner thoughts" since the child would often awake from sleeping, screaming or crying. Since the age of 16, Saerind has travelled through Lothlorien and rarely areas outside of the forests. On one of those travels, he came to the city of Bree a few years after the War of the Ring... It was there that he met and fell in love with a female ranger known as Belothien.
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Post by Mir on Apr 12, 2004 6:37:44 GMT -5
Belothien Gender: female Race: Half-Elf Height: 6'1'' Age: born in 2960 TA Place of Residence: found mostly in Eriador and sometimes Lórien or Minas Tirith Family: Belothien (mother- dead), Andurion (father- dead), Velvador (half-brother) Weapons: Bow of the Galadhrim, Elven sword, two daggers Animals: Moya (brown stallion)
Appearance: Tall of stature, with wavy light brown hair that reaches a little below her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep, dark brown. She's usually clad in dark greens and black.
Personality: She's very social at times, but she tends to be more quiet. She's very helpful and protective to those she holds dearly, like her half-brother. She also likes to travel, and does so quite often, usually with the company of the Dúnedain. She often goes on an errand under their command.
History: Born 11 March 2960 TA, in the woods of Lothlórien, her mother died while giving birth to her. Her father was a Ranger, one of the Dúnedain, and did not even know of her existence. Friends of her mother raised her, and called her after her mother. Like her father, Beloth was quick to pick up the art of archery and sword fighting. Unknown to her, her father married a woman from Gondor and got a son, Velvador. Belothien and Velvador met coincidentally when they were (resp.) 30 and 20. After finding out they were related, Velv took her to meet Erianna, his mother. After hearing the story (of which they knew half; Andurion had told them what little he knew) they gladly accepted Beloth into the family. After staying a while with her half-brother and stepmother, she travelled to Eriador and stayed there, taking service with her father's people, the Dúnedain. One day, a few years after the War of the Ring, she met a Silvan Elf by the name of Saerind in Bree and instantly fell in love with him.
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Post by Kait on Apr 14, 2004 23:19:34 GMT -5
Rhian Gender: Female Race: Men Height: 5'8" Age: Born in year 3013 of the Third Age (16 years before the battle of Helm's Deep) Place of Residence: New Hope Shelter and Inn, Rohan Family: Lives with her mother, father, and siblings (pm me if you want to be any of these and help Rhian run the inn) Animals: A light brown mare named Halian
Appearance: Rhian has long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes are gray and her skin is fair. Rhian dresses plainly and almost always has a smile on her face. She's rather plain looking, not extremely beautiful but not ugly either. However, her loving personality usually makes her seem quite beautiful indeed.
Personality: Rhian is kind, hard working, nurturing and compassionate. If anyone ever needs help, she's there for them without hesitation. She spends all of her time tending to or talking with the residents of New Hope. However, her selflessness sometimes causes her to neglect her own needs which occaisionally leads to problems. She's very trusting and always tries to believe that people are good. This also leads to setbacks when people let her down. Still, Rhian never gives up on her goal of giving hope and comfort to all those who need it. The younger people of the inn all look to her like a big sister to protect and console them, which is exactly how Rhian likes it.
History: Rhian was born in 3013 of the Third Age. She was only 16 when her and her family fled to Helm's Deep to escape Saruman's attack. Her uncle died during the battle there... However, he left all of his property and money to his younger sister, Rhian's mother. After Helm's Deep, Rhian's family knew that Rohan would have much sorrow to recover from. So they built New Hope, a shelter for those left without any money or home. A few years later, when things had gone back to some bit of normalcy, they also opened New Hope to those weary travelers passing through, making it an inn as well as a shelter. With the farm that they run on New Hope's property, they can make enough to keep the inn and shelter running since the residents are often more than willing to work the land in order to show gratitude to Rhian's family. So New Hope doesn't charge anything for the rooms and services, relying solely on the farming and donations. Rhian works at New Hope all day every day, tending to every need of the residents there.
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Post by Ven on Apr 17, 2004 21:23:32 GMT -5
Cyrano (Or Cy, if anyone so prefers. ) Gender: Male Race: Men (-cough- Because I'm too stubborn to use any othe race. -cough- ) Height: 5'11 Age: Erm... I hate picking ages.... -pulls her hair out in frustration- Ow..... That hurt... at any rate erm.. uhm... Ah, heck i don't care, make him as old as you want. There, now I don't have to decide. Place of Residence: The Northern kingdom, under Elendil Family: Aislinn (mother), Rayden (father), Adamir(brother) Weapons: Erm... just a sword, I would suppose. Appearence: Cyrano has light brown hair, that's a little bleached from the time he spends out doors. He cuts it rather short (for the time period, when most people had longer hair) and it's nearly always disheveled. He has hazel eyes that sparkel when he flashes his lopsided grin. Cyrano is rather slight of build and usuall dresses in either whatever he's required to wear as a soldier or simple leggings and a tunic. Personality: Cyrano is genrally a pretty happy person, even considering the times (Whenever the whole Last Alliance thing was goin' on. I'm not good with dates, so sue me. ) He likes to laugh and make others laugh, and, knowing that, I'm sure the troubling times ahead will have a negative affect on him. Cyrano just doesn't cope with sadness well, and when he can't cure it it bugs the heck out of him. I'm sure there's a lot more to him just waiting beneath the surface, but I never know a whole lot about my characters before I actually roleplay with 'em. History: For most of his life, Cyrano lived Fornost with his family, working in his Rayden, his father's, pottery and glasswear shop. He took the first chance he could to become a soldier, claiming that he wanted something more exciting to do with his life, even though he did not terribly mind working with his father. A year or so after Cyrano became a soldier, Rayden died and his brother, Adamir, inherited the shop. Like I said before, there' other stuff, but I'm not too sure of it. My characters have a tendency to keep their pasts secret and spring them on me at the last minute.
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Post by Mir on May 1, 2004 12:50:29 GMT -5
Arvellas (Lighthand by the people of Bree) Gender: male Race: Dunadan Height: 6'2 Age: over 100 Place of residence: Arnor, but often wanders everywhere and nowhere Family: mother, father (Lathron), one younger brother Weapons: A long, slim sword which is practically always at his hip. Also has a bow and arrows, though he does not always carry those with him Animals: none
Personality: He's intellegent and a good teacher, both stern and kind. He has a great love for children, mostly because they are still so innocent and even naive. He has an air of authority around him, one that can make everyone fall silent when he walks in the room, which he knows and uses gladly. His voice is deep and powerful and he knows how to use it to convince others. He’s always in for a good conversation, or a little joke. Though he has a watchful attitude, he is almost always in a good mood, but just doesn't exaggerate it. He will more likely be considered the 'partypooper’.
((I will never get this precisely as I want it because I'm basing this on a teacher at my school, but this is the idea. I may edit if I find the right words))
Appearance: Tall, broad and muscular. Dresses in dark green, black and sometimes brown. He has numerous scars spread all over his body, mostly his arms, back and upper legs, but surprisingly, not much on his face. He doesn’t care much about his appearance, though, for most of the time he is hooded or in the shadows. His hair is shaggy, dark (a silvery grey when he's older) and of about shoulder length. His eyes are a pale grey color.
History: Arvellas (‘noble strength’ in Sindarin) was born 17 January 2924 T.A. and was raised as any Dunadan at that time; in the wild. He grew up as happily as was possible under the circumstances in which they lived, taking care of his six years younger brother when his parents could not. He learned everything from his father - swordfighting, archery, horsebackriding etc. He learned the art of using his voice by listening to his grandfather telling stories or, sometimes, discussing things with the elders.
He has survived many battles and has seen many deaths. They have almost become part of his daily life by now, and though he still grieves every death, he tries to forget it, afraid he might dwell on it too long and become bitter, as one of his friends has.
Only one death still causes him pain, and that is the death of his love Silith, when she was twenty and he twenty-one. She was thrown off by her horse when it spooked, and though it was merely an accident, it caused Arvellas to end up with a fear of mounting a horse, no matter how docile or small the animal might be. He doesn't like to talk about it, and thus few people know that that is the reason he seems to be afraid of horses.
He is and has always been curious about the world around him and takes every opportunity to get away from Arnor, spending a lot of time around Rohan and Mirkwood, scouting, or sometimes delivering a message. He seldomly goes as far as Gondor. In fact, he has only been there once, but it was only to Ithilien and solely to help a young man and his friend.
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Post by Elmara on Jun 26, 2004 2:23:37 GMT -5
Name: Feaduranor Race: Elf Age: A random thousand Gender: Male Hair Color: Black Home: Lorien
Personality: Soft-spoken and gentle. Demands nothing except the occasional time of solitude. He rarely ever passes judgement on something unless he feels it is imperative that he do so. Posses a streak of dry humour which nevertheless endear him to his friends.
Skills: Master of lore. Fighting skills are his strongest skills. Also posses some healing ability.
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Post by Ven on Jul 8, 2004 21:54:50 GMT -5
Doran Gender: Male Race: Men Height: 5'10-ish (He's still growing, mind you. ) Age: Erm..... 15/16-ish? Place of residence: New Hope Shelter and Inn, Rohan Family: A brother who works in Minas Tirith. Appearance: Doran has sandy blonde hair that's curly (Not major friz all over the place.) and cut kind of short. He's average looking, with hazel eyes and and darker skin because he helps out outside a lot. Personality: All right, lets' get to the point, here: Doran's a smartass. Pardon me for saying so, but it's true. He's blunt and sometimes doesn't posses a whole lot of tact, so it's bovious why he spends most of his time outside. Of course, he's not that way intentionally. His personality will develop as I put him into use, and I'm sure people have since come to expect absolutely nothing from my character profiles. History: Doran's family, with the exception of his mother, was taken by sickness a few years ago. His father was blind, and, therefore, rather weak, which made him suseptible to the disease and his siblings were mostly very young. His mother wasted away from grief over her husband and children. (I only do that because I don't want to have to deal with two characters. Sorry, Kait. ) He has an older brother who works in Minas Tirith and sends him money every so often. Doran puts a portion of the money towards the shelter as a token of gratitude. He helps out as much as he can and has been at the inn for a few years already. Doran is very fond of Rhian and all the people at the inn and though you'll probably never get him to admit it, it's obvious he likes it there. (((I thought it would be more interesting if I had a resident instead of sibling. More interaction, y'know? Plus, it shakes things up a little. )))
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Post by Kait on Sept 28, 2004 6:16:10 GMT -5
Laera Gender: Female Race: Men Height: 5'8" Age: 20 Place of Residence: Gondor Weapons: her staff and two knives Animals: a male dog named Gilihen
Appearance: Laera has very wavy, dark brown hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her skin is lightly tanned from the time she spends wandering outdoors. She has a slender but athletic build, and she's very agile. Her eyes are light blue and, while they don't function, they still follow the sound of whatever Laera's attention is focused on.
Personality: Laera isn't the most sociable person... Because of her condition, she's very bitter about her disablitiy and how different she is from other people. She hates it when others look down on her or pity her since she's perfectly capable of doing most things on her own and she can take care of herself like any other person. She's very sarcastic and irritable which often causes conflicts between her and other people. However, every now and then she can't help but care about someone. She loves nature and all of the help it offers her, and her favorite and most trusted companion is her dog. She enjoys singing, being alone with nature, and training with her staff so that she can defend and care for herself better.
History: Laera was born in Minas Tirith, the youngest child in her family. Her father died before she was born, and her mother passed away when she was three years old. Laera was moved to an orphanage along with her siblings. However, eight years later, tragedy struck again when disease swept through the orphanage. Laera grew very ill along with many other children. She survived the disease but was permanently blinded by it. Her sister Miniual, her only surviving relative, stayed with Laera like a mother, helping her to cope with her disability. Miniual taught her to do daily tasks on her own such as cleaning clothes, cooking meals, and locate things using her remaining senses. Tauren, an older retired soldier that lived near the orphanage, taught her other skills like how to defend herself without her sight and how to hunt for food and clean it. Hunting proved quite difficult for her and she never managed to master it. However, when she was fourteen, Tauren found a stray puppy which he trained to hunt for and aid young Laera. The dog has stayed with her ever since. Tauren passed away from old age when Laera was sixteen, and a year later, her sister died in childbirth. Laera left the city almost immediately, unable to handle her disability around others now that no one was there to defend her or help her cope. She's been living on her own in the wilderness ever since, getting by on her own with very little contact with other people.
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Post by Ze on Nov 6, 2004 14:46:12 GMT -5
Name- Gareth Gender- male Age- 22 Race- men Home- none, a wanderer. Weapons- a sword and dagger. Family- a baby sister. Apearance- light blue eyes, adn dirty blonde colored hair that goes to his ears and is kinda shaggy looking. He's 6'2" tall. Well-built to live in the wilderness. wears loose clothes in the colors of black and brown. Leather boots. Also wears a shell necklace that his sister made for him. it's one shell on a peice of brown string. Personality- he's careful and precise. cautious. He cares deeply for his family, but he needed to roam. He's very cold to anyone who should get on his bad side.
Lilah Age- 10 Race- men Gender- female Height- 4'6" Appearance- hazel eyes. light brown hair. white blouse, brown skirt, brown shoes. her hair is pulled back in 2 braids. Personality- fun-loving and hyper, but since her parents died, quiet and shy.
History- Gareth left home around 17, and went wandering. He came back to visit when he was 22, to find that his parents had died of illness. His sister was living with a friend of the families, and he decided to take her with him. Family had to stick together. So, he packed up some of the things she needed and, they left. He taught her things he had learned on his travels as they wandered for a few months. Lilah travels on a pony that was given to them.
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Post by Eldae on Nov 30, 2004 21:09:45 GMT -5
Name: Fëaril Gender: Male Race: Elf (Teleri) Age: Unknown Place of Residence: None other than his ship, Falmalata (Wave-radiance) Weapons: Bow, short sword, staff Other: Limps due to an injury to his right leg.
Appearance: Standing 5'10", he seems shorter than he is, having a tendency to lean heavily on his staff. Fëaril is muscular, but is not what would be considered large. His hair is brown, while his eyes are mostly a deep blue, with hints of green in them.
Personality: Fëaril tends to be patient and slow in all things, but his slowness is more due to deliberate patience than anything else. He does not make friends easily, and he does not hold grudges. His only real irritation with others is when the pity him for his leg wound.
History: Fëaril was born after the War of Wrath. He learned the arts of sailing and shipbuilding from Cirdan himself, and has since then spent almost all his time sailing. He still becomes lonley from time to time, and occasionally moors his ship at the Havens and goes to Rivendell for news and companionship, but always feels a longing for the sea inside him.
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