Eldae Fëakáno Gender: Male Race: Vanyar Age: Born during F.A. Place of Residence: Imladris Weapons: Bow, Anguirel Animals: Horse (Rochelen)
Appearance: Eldae is tall and well built. His hair is golden, and his eyes are deep green and filled with sorrow and wisdom. He does not normally hurry.
Personality: Eldae is patient and weary. He often dreams of going to Valinor, but knows that he cannot leave his kin until the Ring is destroyed. He tends to be sorrowful, even in times of great joy.
History: Eldae was one of the Vanyar who accompanied the host of the Valar during the War of Wrath. After the battle, he chose to remain in Middle-Earth. He wandered for a time, then came to Imladris. He still wanders to the sea from time to time, and often looks in the tower Palantir.
Post by MerlePinay on Dec 11, 2004 21:49:16 GMT -5
*gasp* Why aren't there any hobbits?
Lily Took Gender: Female Race: Hobbit Age: 15 Place of Residence: Tuckbourough Weapons: Very strong feet! Animals: A small, grey speckled pony named Bandobras (after Bandobras "Bullroarer" Took)
Appearance: As a Took, Lily is a bit taller and thinner than other hobbits. She has tan, freckled skin, and curly black hair.
Personality: Lily is usually quite cheerful, and wants her friends to be happy as well, so is always trying to put smiles on their faces.
History: Lily is one of many members of the Took family, and lives in a smial in Tuckbourough (not the Great Smials, though). She lives a fairly simple life, the second-oldest of four siblings. She has an older brother (17), and younger sister (10), and a younger brother (1 1/2).
Pandora Gender: female Race: half elf Place of Residence: Minas Tirith Weapons: Short blade sword Animals: Grey mare Biinder
Appearance: Pandora is tall and slender, typical elvish posture. Pale, sensitive skin. Her hair is cut short like a boy's however and a dark brown, matching her dark brown eyes. Defined neck and shoulders, sloped back. not very curvy
Personality: clumsy and shy, but not to the point of annoyance. she tends to try and avoid conflict as much as she can. she is good hearted however and stands for those she loves, but doesn't trust very quickly.
History: Pandora was born among the wood elves of Mirkwood and raised by both her parents who were part of the royal court of Mirkwood. She loved her kin and her home, but she made the mistake of falling for a mortal, who used her for one night. She became pregnent with his child...she didn't know his name. Her father and mother shamed her and so did all of those of Mirkwood. Not wanting to live with their downcast stares she left with her half-elf child, Llel.
She resorted to make a living in Minas Tirith, they accepted her there. She started off living with a mortal maiden who was the cities mid wife and posed as her assistant. When the old maiden died, Pandora took the job of the cities mid-wife upon her. There she lives and raises her son Llel.
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2005 16:59:48 GMT -5 by Sy'mara
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Name:Vagari Race:Man sex: male age:34 place of residence:where ever his journey takes him (currently the area near the New Hope Shelter and Inn) weapons:falchion, hunting knife, various rocks, sticks, and anything else that looks useful in the given situation animals: dog(bull terrier named Pete) and a horse(Jess)
Appearance: Tall, dressed in once classy though now tattered clothing, slightly longer than shoulder-length brown hair, carries his sword on his back and his knife on his belt, normally has a walking stick
Personality: He is a realist. No delusions of grandure here, and no grey areas either. Things are possible or not, right or wrong. Knowlegable in the ways of most peoples, but more comefortable in the wild.
History: His family was killed in a freak accident. The farm he was born on was hit by an unexpected mudslide while he was hunting. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Now he wanders the land at his leisure and wouldn't have it any other way. He goes where he wants and stays until he gets tired of it. Travel is his life.
Pheondo Gender:male Race: Silvan-elf Age: not counted since the second age Place of Residence: wanders Family: none Weapons: A bow which he crafted when livingin Beleriand, a elvish dagger secured across his back given to him by the High King Elwe Animals: A chestnut horse by the name of Leafberring
Appearance: His characteristics are that of the Sindarin Grey-Elves, fair of face, sinewy in stature with bright eyes, beauty in song and tender of heart. His moss and bark coloured garments reflect his environment.
Personality: Deeply loyal and wise beyond his years, he defends the honour of the elves as he fights valiently for the good of Middle Earth. Like the rest of his kind, he is in unification with nature. His battle attitutde is that of a predator alertness smothering his fear with remarkable coolness in the face of his adversaries. Spirit embodiment of beauty and nature. Yet very deadly and sure his aim with a mighty bow...
History: After many hardships that had to be endured during the first few ages of Middle Earth, Pheondo was able to settle in Mirkwood with his kin.
He remained there under King Thranduil's rule. Eventually unable to hide his curiosity of other races in Middle Earth, the young he-elf traveled to Imladris delievering a few messages from Mirkwood as well. There he met an enchanting elf maiden by the name of Anorel. Her beauty was most radiant, making leaving Imladris one hardship he knew he could never bear. He eventually gave her his heart and she his, both giving one each other the promise of love.
Name Carniel, Neithiel Age 398 Race Elf, Sindar Place of Residence Exiled, wanderer Weapons Two Elven long swords that are small enough to wield simultaneously, composite longbow, boot-knife. Animals Pet Wolf, Tavanna. Height 5' 6.5" Build Slender and toned. Hair Length/Style/Color Carniel has long crimson hair that reaches to her lower back, she keep's the lower portion tied up in many intricate braids.
Appearance Carniel stand's tall and military like; her shoulders pulled back and her arms by her sides, her legs are long and slender. Her flesh is a pale Grey color, and her eyes are a distinct piercing emerald. Her face is very angular and she boasts her elven blood proudly, she is quite lovely despite the large scar going down her right cheek and part of her jawline.
She always wears her armor during ceremony, consisting of a mixture of plate and chain mail. A thick vest of armor plates covers her chest and shoulders, while a series of chain links billow out to cover her abdomen. She wears no gauntlets on her hands, and has a pair of plate mail bracers that go up to her elbows. A short murky black plate skirt jaunts on her hips, chain-mail leggings taught to the frames of her legs travel down to be tucked into her leather and iron boots.
Her helmet is not a full-face one, it covers most of her head and allows her long wild crimson hair to lash about while she fights a very powerful affect. A cape of black silk falls out from behind her shoulders, with the emblem of a Crimson Sword crossing over a white crescent moon on the back, its very large and easily noticeable.
While not in her armor she wears a pair of leather breeches and a low cut blouse, most times she also wears an elegant crimson traveling cloak over this. She despises dresses and gowns and will only wear them when required to represent a 'proper lady'.
Persona Carniel is a fearless knight, a passionate lover and a loyal ally. Although she does have a small temper problem, this is easily overcome and controlled...most of the time.
History Carniel, a descendant of many knights before her, was a very loyal and powerful knight. She led her forces to triumphant victories in every encounter she was in, and came out with her banner flying high above all others, some say it even outshone the sun itself.
However, one night at the great feasting hall of the woodland kings stronghold she was greatly insulted by a wood elf. She stood up and slew the bragard in an instant spilling his blood on the table and other guests as well as King Thranduil himself. Outraged, the King had her escorted to the edge of Eryn Galen and henceforth banished to wander middle earth alone.
He left her the armor upon her back, her weapons and her riding wolf Tavanna. She stripped herself of her old name, Carniel or 'the crimson lady' and adopted a new name; Neithiel or 'the wronged lady'. Some still know her as Carniel and refer to her as such, but rarely does she answer such a luxury unless its from someone she is close to.
Name: Eraisuithon Race: Lothlorien Elf Gender: Male Age: 521 Weapons: Two white Elven Katanas, and one Mirkwood long bow with a cloth quiver of black feathered arrows. Height: 5'10" Appearance: Eraisuithon has long black hair that rests over his shoulder blades. He has light grey eyes. His skin his pale and never tans. He wears black finely crafted leather cuirass and black pants that tuck into black leather boots. A dark grey long sleeve shirt covers up his arms where the cuirass doesn't. Over all of this, he usually wears a black cloak and hood.
Persona: Through Exile, Eraisuithon fears nothing. If anything, he simply doesn't care if he dies. He loves as if his lover were to die the next day. He is loyal, though it doesn't seem like it at first. He can not be controlled unless the person has significant importance to him.
History:Eraisuithon was born in the forests of Lothlorien. He was the greatest fighter in his classes and could shoot a bow with great accuracy. When he was at age 8, Some one assassinated his sister, Kailyn. He vowed to search and kill the man who did this. On his 16th birth day, instead of going to the party his family had made for him, he decided to walk the fair streets. It was there that four of the King’s Guards jumped him. They said they killed his sister, so he cut them down. More guards came and arrested him for this crime. They took him to court and instead of killing him or imprisoning him, they exiled him from the kinship. His name never to be used again. His honor in his classes, gone. His heritage, gone. His pride, gone. His own family went against him. Later that night while getting ready to leave, he slew his family and quickly left Lothlorien. Now he travels as a exile usually does, as a wanderer. He has the weight of his crimes, and the weight of the death he brought to his family and the guards. Four guards, his mother Mailyn, his father Reemer, and his brother Jaykune. All he must keep as long as he lives.
Aranel Gender: Female Race: Noldor Lineage: Daughter of Maglor, son of Feanor, son of Finwe
Hair color: Black Hair type: Wavy Hair length: Lower back Eye color: Light blue-green Skin tone: Fair Height: 5'7" Clothing: Always flowing gowns, usually in some shade of blue though occasionally silver, white, and turquoise. Often wears silver jewelry set with the finest gems.
Personality: Aranel is gentle and kind, often remaining calm and level-headed in situations. However, in matters near and dear to her heart, Aranel sometimes shows the temper that her family is noted for. Aranel has a great love of music, like her father, and has one of the purest voices among her kin. She is almost always humming or singing. Aranel also adores the water, whether it's simply listening to a river or staring at the reflections on a lake.
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Ivíera - (pronounced Ivy-era) Ivi for short. Gender: female Race: Man Age: 27 Place of Residence: Rohan Family: 7 brothers, and her father Occupation: Her occupation is Healer through Herbs Weapons: keeps a dagger on her at all times Animals: grey mare, Fable
Appearance: (better image in picture) She is usally wearing a simple Rohirrim dress, for her work. Yet, when she is traveling she is wearing the proper gear of pants, boots, tunic with belt.
Personality: Ivíera tries the make the best of things even when they don't seem to be going quite right. She grew up in a loving house, so the compassionate attitude has stuck. She is friendly and trusting, but also knows a bad person when she sees them. However, she like most has a temper and has trouble trying to control it.
History: Ivíera grew up in a large house hold a good distance from Edoras. She was raised by her father and older brothers, her mother having died through complications of Ivíera's birth. The loss was devastating, but life continued on.
Ivíera's brothers spent a lot of time with her, when her father could not. He was Edoras finest butcher, thus was gone quite a bit, due to the distance. Her brothers taught her how to ride a horse, how to skin a dear, etc. They didn't teach her everything, just enough so they would not have to worry about her constantly. They also instilled in her the value that there was more to life for a woman other than just getting married and staying in one spot.
Leon, the second oldest of the family, was Ivíera's closes brother. He showed her the art of healing through herbs. It didn't take her long to catch on, for it was her destiny. She began to learn on her own with out much tutoring the ways of herbs and their healing capabilites. It becamse a way of life for her, she soon became a traveling hearler/herbalist of Rohan.
Before the WotR, Ivíera turned 18 and decided to leave her home. She left with the mind set to go where she please. But, as the evil grew in the land during the Third Age, her simple travels turned into more adventures.
Its been ten years since she left home and in that time she is now flawless in the art of herbs. She has traveled from town to tow meeting new people and serving as a temp healer if needed.
Erebeth (Beth for short) Gender: Female Age: 28 Race: Men Place of Residence: Minas Tirith Occupation: Innkeeper
Hair color: Dark brown Hair length: Lower back Eye color: Green Skin tone: Fair Build: Slender Clothing: Usually simple dresses in plain colors like brown, blue, and green
Personality: Erebeth is a warm and friendly woman, outgoing and constantly pleasant, with the exception of having a temper. She's strong and enduring, though certainly stubborn. She's never quiet and obedient, having a strong-will and a sarcastic sense of humor. Beth is one of the most persistent and protective women ever, defending herself and her guests with a sharp wit and the nearest random objects as weapons (usually brooms or pans). She's a wicked cook and runs a clean establishment known as The Cozy Corner Inn, tucked away in Minas Tirith. It's a small and cheap place, but she makes it her life, dedicated to making people as comfortable and happy as possible during their stay in Minas Tirith.
History: Erebeth was born in Anorien and lived on a small farm there. At the age of 19, Erebeth married a guard of Minas Tirith named Eilien. She moved with him to Minas Tirith and lived happily with him for five years before he disappeared one night. They found his body the next day outside of the city, and while it was obvious that he'd been murdered, it was uncertain who had done it. Shortly after his death, Erebeth took their home and transformed it into an inn to support herself. She's been running it on her own every since, taking care of Minas Tirith's guests.
Name: Nilyn (pronounced Nil-lin or Nin for short) Gender: Female Race: Human/Man Age: 17 Animals: Black Friesian mare- Mishka
Personality: Quiet, often stealthy and very wary of strangers. She likes to sparr and ride horses, and travels often. Nin likes to be on her own, without anyone accompanying her.
Appearance: Nin carries a broadsword accross her back, a shortsword of Elven make at her waist, and two daggers; one in each knee-high boot. She wears black leggings with a black shirt and black mid-thigh trench coat. Her hair is fairly short, sticking up everywhere and black in color. Her skin is pale, and her eyes a light grey. Nilyn is about 5' 5", and has an athletic build.
History: Nin knows nothing of her past, after she was nine years old. All she remembers is awakening to a black filly in the grass next to her, nuzzling the small child. Since that moment on, she has been a Ranger, moving from one place to another.
You're the only one I'm dreaming of You see I can be myself now finally In fact there's nothing I cant be I want the world to see you be with me
Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight [omg i'm in love with this song ^___^ hehe and a certain someone too.....]
Name: Manadhon Gender: Male Age: 23 Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Green Animals: Red Rohan steed-Sleipnir Race: Human
Personality: Volatile temper, but usually able to keep it in check when needs to. Has somewhat of a soft heart and doesn't like to see unfairness or justice to go unserved.
Appearance: Rather small for a man of Rohan lineage, falling short a few inches of six feet. He keeps his hair tied back and wears a dark green headband to keep his hair from messing with his vision. He usually wears a leather vest, dark brown, and cloth pants that somehow turned black. He wears black leather arm bands with his family insignia on them and has a dark green traveling cloak with him, a little tattered from use.