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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2004 1:36 pm
Guild Role Play:
Character Profiles
Notice Role Ply is on Hiatus! Feel free to use the tavern until it returns. biggrin
Post a Character Profile before you Roleplay!
Template Name: Age: Gender: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: Race: Profession: Location: Side: Weapons/Skills: Family/Friends: Description: History: You don't have to follow this template, but it may give you some ideas! ^^
Please, if you have multiple characters, quote each profile in the same post. That way no one has to go searching the entire thread for information on your different characters.
If you wish to be an Elf, it is required to have Elven Ears. Elven Ears cost 4,200g. You may buy the ears at Gambino Outfitters or see if anyone is selling them cheaper in the Exchange or Marketplace. If you cannot afford Elven Ears, you must select a different race (such as Peredhil, or Half-Elven) until you are able to get the ears. Edit your profile AFTER the race change.
(This is to lessen the amount of elves walking around, because you KNOW everyone wants to be one. stare )
Notice
If you are going to post large pictures (over sig size-500x500pixels/100kbs), please give a link to the picture instead of posting it directly on this page.
That should help the dialup users a bit. ^^;
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2004 1:51 pm
Completed, minus pictures.
Name : Sumayah (Pride)
Height / Weight : 6' 2" /109 Lbs.
Eye / Hair Colour : Grey to Deep Blue/ Pale Blonde
Age : About 3000 years
Gender : Female
Race : Elven
Profession/Guild : Hunter
Side : Nuetral
Weapons : Elven bow, Longsword, two Daggers strapped behind either the Sword or Quiver.
Armor : Sections of bronze metal protecting her back, shoulders, and breast; tied together with leather string. More sections at either hip, bound with more leather string.
Friends / Family : Her familiar, Trin, an eagle / Her parents are both in Aman
History : 'Sumayah is the only member of her elven village to remain in Middle Earth. The rest, her parents included, had left over a long period of time, the last few had left shortly before the War of the Ring. She had stayed to support a group of small villages North of the Grey Mountains.
'She perfected the arts of hunting and sniping. She crafted arrows from wood, feathers, and metals that could be easily found in that area.
'She was also a skilled swordswoman. She also carried two Daggers for emergencies. She had scarse had to use either of these weapons.
'She had moved towards the docks recently, preparing her journey to the undying lands.'
Picture(s) : (I have this really cool picture of her sitting on a pier at the Grey Havens in the works. You'll just have to be patient. blaugh )
The information above is subject to change.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:30 am
Name : Viho (Chief)
Height / Weight : 7' 1" /(I dunno...don't know much about how much guys should weigh)
Eye / Hair Colour : Pale Blue / Bone White
Age : unknown
Gender : Male
Race : Altsoba, a race of elves evolved from the Eldar.
Profession/Guild : Lord over Kishi, once called Aman.
Side : Evil
Weapons : A long staff and his powerful magic; 4 long white claws that extend from each knuckle when he wills them to, like all Altsoba.
Armor : Nothing more than two bronze gauntlets on his wrists.
Friends / Family : His wolf, Tala. His mother died of disease when he was young and when his father, the chief of their tribe, died, he killed his brothers to prove his worthiness of becoming chief.
History : I'll start off with a history of the Altsoba people. When the Noldor were exiled from Aman, they tried to cross the sea from the north. Many died during the grueling journey, for they could not survive the cold. Some were lost, but they found ways to survive and they adapted. Over the ages they changed considerabley from their elven brothers. Their hair is bone white. They all have claws that extend from their knuckles for hacking at ice. Their ears are longer to hear over the howling winds of the north and they're a bit taller. They paint elaborate symbols on themselves and different ones represented different tribes and clans.
Now onto Viho?s history. His name means chief because the clan?s magi predicted that he would become chief after his father. Growing up, his family doubted that he would ever be fit to rule because he did not take amusement in killing and plundering as they did. He saw past their barbaric ways and saw a bigger place for his people than common thieves among the little human villages in the north. So his father gave him to the magi to train, instead of training him himself to be a leader. As a sorcerer he was expected to learn small charms and such, nothing of great importance. But his people had underestimated the power of the magi. They had hoarded their secrets over the ages, waiting for one to come who could lead the Altsoba back to their rightful home. They told him of a time when they were a great and powerful race. They told him how the evil lords over their ancestors banished them because they were jealous of the power that they had gained. They told him that he was the one predicted to lead and reclaim their lands. He was gone so long with the magi that his people thought him dead. He has never spoken to anyone about his training, but when he returned, they could feel the power in him that wasn?t there before. He gathered all of the tribes under one banner and march to Aman. No one knows how he did it, but he conquered the Valar themselves. He took control of Aman and enslaved the elves to do his bidding. None in Aman know his true name anymore, but he is called many different things among slaves and his own people. He is a God in their eyes.
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Description : Not quite sure yet.
Picture(s) : I'm working on it.
The information above is subject to change.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 10:55 am
- Name: Mossbough - Race: Ent (Baobab tree) (Here is a picture : Picture) - Age: Almost as old as Middle Earth. Was one of the first Ents to be created by Yavanna. - Gender: Male - Side: Neutral - Profession: Apothecary, shepherd of the trees. - Weapons: His body - Height/Weight: 82 ft./100 tons - Eyes: A deep, dark green. ~{Still under counstruction}~
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 2:39 pm
Name: Earana (Sea-Wanderer)
Race: Peredhel (Half-Elf)
Age: 400(?) years
Gender: Female
Side: Neutral
Profession: Wandering healer, former corsair
Weapons: Cutlass, daggers, foresight
Height/Weight: 6'/124 lb.
Hair: Black, shoulder-length, front locks braided back and clasped with golden mallorn leaf
Eyes: Crimson
Description: She balanced easily on the bowsprit of the ship, curling her toes over the edge of the narrow spar. Her hair billowed in the breeze, the azure silk gown flowing with an elegance that belied her intentions. It had been so long since she wore this dress, but a trip to Aman surely warranted the occasion. It was once her mother's--a simple garment, but embellished with detailed embroidery. She could see the harbor from afar, and her eyes shown with a brilliant vengeance.
"Perhaps you should not stand out there, m'lady," said Haldan. He had become a shrew of a man after years of backbreaking labor; and yet she could not part with him, the only family she had now.
Earana ignored the admonition, and dove into the water. She was fast, weaving in and out of waves with a grace not unlike that of a fish. Her gown glistened in the deep blues and greens, and the silk scarf about her neck trailed behind.
After some time she reached land, not at all out of breath. Climbing on ground in her bare feet, passersby marveled at the sight. Indifferent as always, she calmly walked along the port, her appearance seemingly untouched by the water. And then she saw it. The Last Ship to the Undying Lands. Earana was a master of the seas, but even she did not know the Straight Way to Aman. Her plan would now be set in motion.
------------------------------------------------------------History: Earana's father died before she could remember, and her Elven mother, stricken with grief, left for Aman soon after. Utterly alone, she was taken in by a friend of the family, "Uncle" Haldan. He was a shipwright, and her difficult childhood hardened her into a steadfast and rebellious woman. Her anger was deeply rooted, along with the endless questions that clouded her abandonment--so she lashed out. In the years to come, she became Queen of the High Seas, plundering as she went. Haldan followed her wherever she went, and whatever she tried to get him to leave.
Maybe a few additions left...?
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2004 6:31 am
reserved for meh...Havent had teh time yet... redface crying
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2004 6:32 pm
Name: Isadora
Race: Elven
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Side: Good
Profession: Unknown
Weapons: Magic sword, Bow, Unknown magic powers
Height/Weight: Six feet and 3 inches/ Unknown
Hair: Long reddish-blond, braided in old Celtic designs while flowing down to the waist
Eyes: One eye is the color of lilacs and the other is of the pure gem sapphire.
History: Unknown
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 2:52 am
Name : Legessa
Gender : female
Race : dunedain
Guild : ranger
Age : 21
Weapons : Two-handed sword called Alcatsol and dagger.
Description : Legessa is very mystical girl. She likes to travel all around the Middle-Earth all alone.
History : When Legessa was just a child, only 5-years-old, she lost her parents. Her godmother started to take care of her. Godmother was half Man and half elf, so Legessa learned some elvish language and became very close with some elves. When Legessa turned 15, she wanted to start travel around Middle-Earth, but her godmother didn't allow it until Legessa would be 16. So Legessa run away and never saw her godmother again, because godmother died two months later. Now at the age of 21, Legessa has seen all the places and lived all the places, but only month or two in one place.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 6:41 am
Name : Guardian-x
Height / Weight : 6' 2" /150 Lbs.
Eye / Hair Colour : black
Age : 25
Gender : Male
Race : Rohan\Gondor (Mother Rohan maden...Father Gondor Knight.... training from both rohan and gondor)
Profession/Guild : Knight
Side : Good
Weapons : Long Sword..Two short swords..2 throwing knifes.. 1 spear.. 1 round shield
Friends / Family : All dead
History : Wandering the country side.... fighting orcs one on one.. hoping they dont get a leader.....
Description : Feirce warior......... engages all evil creatures on sight
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2004 8:24 pm
Name: Joby
Age: 12
Weight/Height 107 lbs./5'4''
Race: Roherian
Alignment: Good
Profession: Squire under Guardian-x
Weapon: Broad Sword and Elven knife as a gift.
Bio: As a baby, his father died in battle. Once he was five, his mother died, and then was raised by Guardian-x. Still in training, but a quick learner.
Side note: This character is modeled after me. Hence the age, weight, and height. 3nodding
EDIT-Will not be RPing for sometime due to things happening in real life. D:
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 1:51 pm
Name : Lokeduin (wandering river)
Height / Weight : 6'2" / 125 lbs
Eye : Grey
Hair : Very long (almost to waist) jet black with random thin braids
Age : 4000 years
Gender : Male
Race : Half Elven
Profession : Wandering Warrior/Scout
Side : Chaotic Good
Weapons : Longsword & Throwing Daggers
Friends / Family Lokeduin is the last of his family to stay in Middle Earth, all others have left for the Undying Lands
History His father (human) was a trader between Moria and Lothlorien, and Lokeduin often traveled with him. His mother (elvish)was one of Galadriel's hand-maidens. One day when he was about 200 years old his fathers caravan was attacked by orcs, his father hid him in some brush. The whole caravan was slaughtered in front of his eyes. He waited till the coast was clear and made his way slowly back to Lothlorien. When his mother heard the news she immediately left Middle Earth to be with her parents. She left Lokeduin with his older sister and her family. He was raised strong, and was taught in battle by his uncle. When he was of age he left Lothlorien in search of the clan of orcs that killed his father.
Description Lokeduin wears a long black cloak over his Elven cloak (a standard green) he carries his long sword on his back under his small pack, and his daggers around his waist and ankles. Under the Elven cloak he wears typical elven gard, with slightly heavier shoes than is typical. He puts his long black hair in the unused hood of the under-cloak.
sweatdrop sweatdrop stressed Way Long. (by the way, elven ears are on my too-buy list I'll get them eventually)
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2004 4:53 pm
Name: Lindethiel (Carol -meaning Melody)
Race: Elf
Age: 1,512
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 150
Hair: Long, half up in traditional Elvish style, golden blonde and reaches to her mid-back.
Eye colour: Blue flecked with grey and green
Profession: Master Marksmen
Weapon: A sable-stained recurved bow and blue- fletched feathers. Also carries a slender shortsword.
Side: Good.. so far.
Family: Proud, standoffish family from norhtern forests. Brother was murdured by a Nazgul whom he challenged. Parents are alive, well, and far, far away.
History: Used to be an emmisary of her city and family, being of slight noble blood, but got sidetracked on the way to Imaldris. Likes to wander about randomly and is often seen out in woodlands and slightly mountainous areas.
Description: Tall and lanky without being overly thin. Muscular legs from running from orc armies and chasing down others. Has an unusual slight flecking of freckles across her face - not the most noticeable, but they are there. Dresses in typical Greys, greens, and browns. (See modified signature pic)Aloof and seen as arrogant, but it is only slight shyness and uncertainty. Quick to be offended - especially if dealing with archery.
((This is different from the real me.. how? Real name and age - not much beyond that.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2004 6:38 pm
Name : Teelra Corma (lion heart....kinda..)
Height/Weight : 5'10, 140lb
Eye/Hair Colour : green eyes, red hair
Age : Unknown
Gender : Female
Race : a wizard is what you'd call her if a race is required
Profession/Guild : she is still learning her trade....a mage...or wizard...
Side : good
Weapons : she has her magic of course, which cna be manupulated to do many things, and to use it she needs only her hands. she also has a long elf blade, given to her by some of the elves from the far west
Friends/Family : no family, and her frinds are whomever may need her help
History : she has been on the ships coming from the mainland into the isle of the west, to the land of valar....she does not have that much person to person interaction..she has a gift for controlling the weather and so was used to push the sails on the elven ships but now she wishes to wander middle earth for some kind of adventure...
Description : for the most part she is quiet and willing to help any in need. she does not think her magic is all that impressive. compared to the legendary wizards she has heard of..like gandalf...she feel she is only a novice. other than her small sense of insecurity she is very loyal and protive of her friends...and will do anything for them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 12:42 am
Name : Deramin Strongale of Whitfurrows
Height/Weight : 3'2"
Eye/Hair Colour : soft green/redish-orengish-brownish
Age : 38
Gender : Male
Race : Hobbit
Profession/Guild : Owns and operates a mobile tavern
Side : good
Weapons : Dagger, lucky beer mug, ale of stunning +2
Friends/Family : Mother, Father, older brother Tod.
History : The second of two children, Deramin grew up in the town of Whitfurrows in the Shire. His dad was a tailor, and they were always fairly well off. His older brother Tod was all set to take over the family trade, so Deramin went hunting for his calling in life. He fund in in brewing. Determined to spread the joy of a good brew, Deramin perfected his recipies and a new way of selling them: a mobile tavern. With his brother's help, he built a cart that could hold everything a tavern needs, including lodging, and fold up into a cart no bigger than a large farm waggon. He left home hafter his Coming of Age. He travled first around the Shire, but soon became restless. Inspired by the deeds of the brave Hobbits of old, he set out on an adventure of his own. He was staying a few days in Minas Tirith when he heard the Elven plea for help. Adventure, it seemed, had come calling....
Description : What he lacks in size, he makes up for in personality. He has always been adventuresome enough to make the rashest Took look tame. His energy seems never to end, although he's always ready to kick back with a pint of his ale from his favorite "lucky" mug. His ale is noted far and wide as some of the best. A few special brews are even thought to be enchanted (but it's hard to tell if this is only rummor). Bold and outgoing, his unusual buisness has gained him a hefty reputation. He gives off an air of restless ness that says no matter how much he sees and knows, his thirst will never be satisfied.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2004 4:47 pm
Name: Raksha
Race: Orc
Age: 100 (young for an Orc)
Gender: Female
Side: Bad
Profession: Making weapons
Weapons: Scimitar
Height/Weight: Unknown, somewhat short
Hair: Black
Eyes: Green
Bio: Raksha was never a fighting Orc. Her skill was weaponry and her job was to make weapons for the fighters. She is very wary and cautious, and a good fighter, but lacks the right skill. She's sometimes a little slow on things.
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