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 Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 4:42 pm
Characters name: Galorfil
Race: Elf
Age: 600 years old
Weapons: His sword (Nestang) and his Elven Bow and Arrows
Short Bio: Galorfil grew up on the shores of the Bay of Balfalas, where he learned the ways of the sea. When he was 300 years old he became
very adventurous and wanted to explore Middle Earth. Forging his own sword (Nestang) and recieved his Elven bow from is Father, he set out and soon came to Gondor and the White City.
Passing through undetected wasn't a problem but Fangorn posed as a problem. Finally Galorfil made it to Greenwood, where he settled down and is having a happy life to this day.
Location: Greenwood
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 9:16 am
Name: Galasriniel Niphredil
Race: Elf
Age: 320
Weapon(s): two elven knifes and an elven bow and arrows
Appearance: 5'7", 118 lbs, long dark brown hair in a single fish-tail braid that goes down her back, dark brown eyes, very fair skin.
Brief History: She has lived most of her life in Lothlorien, but has visited Mirkwood once. She has been trained in archery and sword fighting, but preferes her knives to swords.
Location: Laurelindorenan (Lothlorien)
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 6:41 pm
Name: Imyavie
Race: Elf
Age: 1978
Weapons: Her golden bow and an elven sword, Aruthil, that has beautiful and intricate markings on its side
Appearance: She is tall and has long brown hair and green eyes.
Brief History: Born in 1447 SA, Imyavie was raised in Eregion and is the daughter of the Elf lord Nimlad, and the sister of Aelnathron. Their mother, Laurenin, was taken by illness when Imyavie was very young, so she has faint memories of her. Imyavie was always a bit of a curious child, and would always be found wandering off with her brother, exploring different things. This curiosity would one day lead her to danger. She had left her home and was caught offguard, and hadn?t brought any of her weapons with her. An orc was about to kill her when it was somehow stabbed by an arrow from behind, effectively killing it. The archer was in fact, Carnil, another young elf who had followed her. The two slowly became lovers. However, when Eregion fell, Carnil was killed. She fled from Hollin with Elrond's group and went to Rivendell where she resides to this day. She has many friends there including Glorfirith and her friend Glorfindel.
Location: Rivendell
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 11:25 pm
- Character's Name: Togo Puck Bleecker-Baggins - Race: hobbit - Age: 23 - Weapon(s): just his hands and feet - Appearance: Curly brown hair that always looks like it needs a good trim, short even for a hobbit, rosy cheeks, sapphire blue eyes, a ragged baggy white shirt with a brown vest and brow trousers - Brief History: A withdrawn young lad he was left an orphan. He was adopted by a small group of his kin- a kind lady whom never married became like a mother to him and took him in. Her happiness of finally having a child soon vanished when she fell ill and died when Togo was still a baby. After that he was adopted by another older widowed halfling, who lived on her own. She knew at once that Togo was different, not social like the other hobbits and much to worried about foolish things a hobbit shouldn?t have to worry about. Togo left home when he was 22 (quite young for his people) changing his name to Bleecker and hiding behind the tragedy of his "parents death." More than anything he wishes to be normal...but above even that, to stay out of trouble. - Location: his most recent travels has lead him to Lindon Picture: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v406/CHIBIrini/togo.jpg
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 7:46 pm
Name: Nimbrethil
Character's Name: Ren
Race: Nazgul
Age: 1485
Weapon(s): Sword and short blade
Appearance: Given form only by a dark cloak and surrounded by an aura of fear, Ren's figure is largely inscrutable. He can be distinguished from his fellow wraiths easily, however, because he is the shortest by exactly two centimetres.
Brief History: One of the nine Kings of Men corrupted by the Rings of Sauron, Ren is now between life and death, existing only to serve his master's will.
Location: Mordor
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:42 am
Username: Transvesticade
Character's Name: Ji Indur the Outcast
Race: Nazgul
Age:
Weapon(s): Morgul-blade, fear, Black Breath
Appearance: tall and cloaked, like all of the other wraiths. However, before the ring corrupted him, Ji Indur was actually a handsome man, with long brown hair and bright green eyes. He had a close-shaved beard, but that appearance is a thing of the past.
Brief History: Ji Indur was a King of men, before the Dark Lord enslaved him as a Nazgul. He wasn't that good of a King, anyways. Always whimsical with decisions and such. He thirsted for power and a way to satisfy his sick sense of humor while he was a man. That much has not changed since he became a wraith. Now, he just has more fun playing mind games with his prey.
Location: Mordor
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:39 am
Name: Rana
Race: Elf
Age: 400
Weapons: Two Scimitars and various daggers.
Appearance: Rana has long Golden hair that usually hangs in soft curls around her pretty face and over her soft green eyes that mimick the colour of the sping foliage.
She wears travelers clothes her soft green blouse flowing loosely around her form though her trousers are slightly tight fitting and tucked in to her knee high riding boots. Rana also wears a long green cloak that is stained with years of dirt from her constant wandering.
Short Bio: Rana was brought up close to the sea learning the art of ship building from her father, also she learned the delecate art of fighting with the curving blades trademark of the mariners of Arda .. for much of her childhood was spent on the open sea though she didn't remain eventully she travelled inland eventully ending up in Greenwood the Great.
She enlisted in the army of Thranduril though more often then not she went on missions on her own learning much about the forest and the flora within it as well as the many creatures.
Location: Greenwood the Great
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 8:40 pm
- Username: Trace Keryn
- Character Name: Elithian Telumendil
- Race: Noldorin Elf
- Age: 1433
- Weapon(s): Mithril sword (catchy name to come), hand-carved wooden bow with mithril-tipped arrows (those are his best ones, not his regular ammo).
- Appearance: Elithian is of a very slim and slender build. He is stronger than he looks, and can hold his own in a sword fight, but is more adept with his bow. He wears a hooded dark green cloak, a green tunic with brown belts, dark green pants, a pair of brown boots, and a green leather arm guard on his left arm. Underneath his tunic, he normally wears a light mithril shirt. He has long blond hair and deep green eyes.
- Brief History: Elithian Telumendil was born in Mithlond to High King Ereinion Gil-galad. Elithian has been away from home for most of his life. When he was around four hundred years old he was captured by a group of orcs. He managed to get away, but he never returned home. When he got free of the orcs, he decided that the life of an elven prince was not the life for him. He dropped the last part of his name and became a traveller and an expert marksman, teaching himself skills and learning from others along the way.
- Location: Lindon
Bio to come...
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 6:37 pm
- Username: L1m3_gr33n_sh4rp13
- Character's Name: Ilisilia
- Race: Silvan Elf
- Age: 1124
- Weapon(s): Curved elvan bow and twin short blades, almsot like long daggers.
- Appearance: Ilisilia has golden blonde hair that stops just at her lower back. Her eyes forest-green and her skin is medium/fair. Her ears are not as large as ion the picture, they are of avaerage size, she also has afeather earring on her right ear.
- Brief History: Ilisilia was born and raised in Greenwood. She learned how to weild her twin short blades when she came of age, and after mastering those, joined an archer for training. She is not a Royal, or a Noble, but she's not a peasent of Mirkwood either. Her father's side was a lie of nobles who no longer bore titles and her mother was an elf from Lorinand.
- Location: Mithlond
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 9:31 am
Name: Ecks927
Character name: Teragor son of Terhanar
Race: Men
Age: 23
Weapon(s): Short Sword, Short Bow and Arrows
Appearance:Teragor is 5' 10'' and weighs about 137 pounds, he has medium length dark blond hair and emerald green eyes. He wears chainmail armour for his chest and legs, and some leather armour for chest adn arms. Underneath that he wears a pair of dark borwn pants and a dark grey shirt. For footwear, he has a pair of travel boots that he got from his father after he died. He sometimes likes to wear a robe or cloak to cover his armour.
Brief history: Teragor was born to Terhanar and Lendra of Rhovanion. His parents owned a small farm and the both of them would work on it most of the day, Teragor was often left to play in the fields or help his parents do chores on the farm. Spending most of his youth growing up on the farm, Teragor never had the chance of making friends. Though, once when he and his mother went into town to get some new tools, Teragor met a young boy but he did not know his name as his mother took him away just before he could bond.
When Teragor was ten years old his mother got very ill, he had to take care of her as his father would have to hire some help for the farm and do mostof the work himself. Lendra died four days after she got sick and she was buried in the fields, Teragor would go out every morning and pray infront of his mothers grave. When Teragor turned the age of 15, his father Terhanar began to teach him would to handle a sword and bow.
His father was a very good swords men and even better archer, Teragor became as good as his father and the two of them would often go hunting during the cold months. Five years after, his father also got ill and soon died two days after. Teragor was now in charge of the farm and his uncle from another town in Rohan came to help. For three years Teragor and his uncle were having a hard time with farming and eventually Teragor sold the farm to his uncle and he later became a Ranger.
Location: Lindon
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:27 pm
- Username: Alfirin IV
- Character's Name: Laegchen Perfheryn
- Race: Sindar elf
- Age: 3588
- Weapon(s): None, unless a book counts as a weapon.
- Appearance: Light brown hair that falls past the shoulders, in no particular style. Grey eyes that are almost always hidden behind a book, excluding the mealtimes he attends and the rare times he is actually paying attention to his surroundings. He is aproximately 6'6". His clothing usually never matches, and if it does, it isn't buttoned up right (or both at the same time) but only because he can't be arsed to put his book down to dress himself with two hands.
- Brief History: Born in the year 310 of the first age, in Doriath, to Morloth and Losiraiel. Laegchen found the joy of books at a young age, and began to read every kind of book he could get his hands on. Absorbed in his learning of random facts and historical events, he completely neglected learning any kind of art (swordsmanship, music, etc.) Thus, he cannot tell one end of a sword from the other. When he actually parts himself with his precious books, he is usually quite good at noticing small details, and shows some kind of mediocre tracking skills.
At the fall of Doriath, Laegchen and his parents left together, but parted midway, he ending up in Lindon while his parents headed for Sirion.
- Location: Lindon
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 6:00 am
- Username:Eruresto
- Character's Name: Eruresto
- Race: Elf
- Age: 3720
- Weapon(s): Bow and arrows, sword, knife and a spear.
- Appearance: Tall, about 6 foot 2. Brown hair and hazel eyes. lithe, but strong. Agile.
- Brief History: Eruresto grew up under Gil-Galad himself, as he is his younger cousin. Although he is highly adept at fighting, Eruresto has rarely seen real combat against the forces of the Dark Lord. He has been in skirmishes and is not naive about war.
- Location: Usually out with Gil-Galad as an officer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 10:34 pm
Quenya Name :: Canafinwe Makalaure
Sindarin Name :: Maglor
Race :: Noldorin Elf
Age :: 45.182 yeni
Weapons :: Maglor carries no traditional weapons.
Appearance :: Maglor is tall and dark haired, like most of his people, but a little bit worse for wear than one would expect of a member of the House of Finwe. He has the demeanour of one who has seen and done much that he would like to forget. This may be why he is rather morose and does not often speak, though when he does it becomes clear why he is the most reknown singer among the Noldor. He carries nothing but a visibly old harp; how he has survived the Second Age is a mystery. His right hand is horribly scarred.
Brief History :: Maglor was born in the bliss of Valinor, though as a member of the House of Finwe, his life was neither blissfull nor peaceful. He exhibited the skill and talent one could expect of a son of Feanor and was considered the greatest singer amongst the Noldor. In his youth he married, though his relationship was severely strained when his father was banished from Tirion and he chose to follow him to Formenos.
Along with his 6 brothers, Maglor swore his father's blasphemous Oath. This was a mistake that would haunt him for the rest of his all too long life. Fleeing Valinor with most of the Noldor, he travelled to Alqualonde. When having failed to convince the Teleri to join them, his father attempted to steal their ships, Maglor saw no choice but to defend himself and participated in the first Kinslaying. For this deed, he was cursed along with the rest of his kin.
Once having arrived in Beleriand, Maglor quickly found himself in the position of being the king of his people, for quickly following his father’s death, his older brother was captured by Morgoth. For about 25 years, he tried to fill this role, until his brother was rescued and reclaimed the rule of their House.
Maglor’s history during the First Age is one of disaster and bloodshed. He witnessed (and participated in) the downfall of all the kingdoms of the Elves, and further stained himself in two more Kinslayings to reclaim his father’s Silmaril. After the final Kinslaying, in repentance and sorrow he raised the sons of Earendil, Elrond and Elros. Unfortunately, this was hardly enough to save him.
Bound in love and hatred, he denied his own desire to forsake the Oath and with only his elder brother challenged the Lords of the West for possession of the Silmarils. In success he met defeat, for the hallowed jewel burnt his flesh, showing that he was no longer worthy of it and that the Oath had always been vain. After his brother’s suicide, he threw the jewel into the Sea and wandered by the shores in grief forevermore.
...until now. ninja
Location :: Aimlessly wandering. Currently in Rhun.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 7:23 pm
- Character's Name: Inzil-gar
- Race: Wight
- Age: indeterminate, was 34 when he died
- Weapons: Fear and irrationality
- Appearance: Extremely pale-skinned and barely corporeal, Inzil-gar bears vague resemblance to his former living self. His dark hair and shoddy clothing are ragged and unkempt.
- Brief History: Alive, Inzil-gar was hardly wise or memorable. In fact, he was rather clumsy and stupid. After meeting his end in some pointless skirmish, however, he found himself under the authority of Murazor, head of the Nazgul. Being dead brought out new qualities in Inzil-gar that he had never known he possessed. He found a certain delight in driving the still living insane, and was particularly effective at it. Finding the bidding of the Nazgul rather tedious at times, Inzil-gar decided it was time for an extended vacation, and took off on a tour of Middle Earth.
- Location: Undisclosed at the moment.
- RP Example of your character engaging an Orc: Inzil-gar viewed the stumbling drunk oaf of an orc with glee, pondering the amusements he could have at the expense of the little dignity the creature possessed. He drifted over behind the orc, and started braiding weeds and small creatures into it’s tangled mass of hair. The orc was too plastered to notice, and hummed slaughtering tunes to itself for a few seconds before finally passing out in a heap on the ground. Clearly put out that the orc had failed to react, Inzil-gar went to work with a vengeance. ripping flowers out of the ground, he stuffed their hairy stems up it’s nostrils. Looking around briefly, Inzil-gar was able to locate a discarded doll of some long dead child, and placed that in a death grip of the unconcious oaf. Hearing orc shouts in the near vacinity, he concluded that the deed was done, and the orc would lead a tortured existence upon awakening.
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