LenoraName: Lenora De Wynter
Homeland: Unknown
Description: Her skin is pale as snow. Ice blue eyes that cover with frost when she is sad. White hair that goes down to her feet. She is usually wearing a gown of blue or while silk.
Age: 22 in human years
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Weapons/powers/skills (optional): She usually carries a long sword made of magical ice that can not break. Able to turn any liquid into ice.
History: As a small child she was found wondering the Mirkwoods. She was found by a group of elves and was taken to Rivendell. She was always a rather shy girl and that didn't change as she grew into a woman. She rarely spoke to anyone and enjoyed being alone. When she turned 22 her spirit became restless. She longed for adventure. Taking her favorite horse from the stables, she left Rivendell.
Sample post (needs to be 2-3 paragraphs): Lenora rode through the forests around Rivendell. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she didn't really care. She knew that the world was dangerious and even more so for a lone elf woman wondering Middle Earth, but it was the danger she longed for..in fact, she welcomed it. Soon..danger came.
The wolves had been following Lenora for a long time and she was very aware of them. Her horse was getting nervous as they came closer. Lenora rested her hand on the hilt of her sword and waited for the attack. It came fast..too fast. The horse reared, sending the pale elf falling onto the ground. She quickly jumped up and began her own attack. The sword sliced into the fur and skin of the nearest wolf, making it yelp and run away. Another jumped at her..too fast for Lenora to react with her sword. She grabbed at the wolf's head..trying to pull it back. As she did so, her powers began to come into effect. The wolf's blood slowly began to form ice crystals, making the wolf yelp in great pain. In less then a minute the entire wolf was solid ice. The other wolves decided they wanted nothing more to do with this strange elf and ran back into the woods.
Lenora pushed the iced wolf off of her and crawled to the nearest tree, resting against it. Her horse had run off at the begining of the battle and she was left alone. She sighed and closed her eyes, the stratches on her skin burning as a reminder of what just occured. And so she sat, pondering what to do next.
