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[Niuek]

Niuek-Orc

[Uglik]

Uglik *is an EBBBBBBBIIIIIL orc*

Yes, wibble in your fear of me.

[Huor]

I wish to be a cat, please.

*Wub* I am Leaf's Significant other ^_^

[Diamond]

Diamond-kitty cat. Sadly, I don't have an owner yet :(

[Angelina]

Name : Angelina
Race : Elf
Age : 19
Family : not married

[Haldir]

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown... Somewhere around 3000

Physical Description: Like all elves, Haldir is tall and slender, standing at 6"1 with long blonde hair. Unlike his hair, his eyes and eyebrows are both dark. His eyebrows are brownish-black, but his eyes are a dark green-blue. He is a of a little heavier build than most elves, not enough to take away the lightness of his step but enough to give him a little more strength, as befits a warrior.

Family: Two brothers - Rumil and Orophin

Background: Born and raised in Lothlorien, eldest of three sons. Haldir and his two brothers all became marchwardens, protecting the borders of their forest home. He and his brothers were the ones who took the Fellowship to Caras Galadhon, where they were met by Galadriel and Celeborn (but that's not part of the rp storyline, right?). There isn't much to say here, since so little is written Haldir in both the books and the movies.

RP Sample:
Cities of stone were so different from a forest home. Haldir paused, looking closely at the intricate patterns and the neat way each stone fitted into the next. Such craftsmanship he had seen before, but it never ceased to stirr wonder in his mind. A dragon here, set before a delicate pattern of crosses, and there a galloping horse against rolling hills. From what he could see, every inch of the stone arch was carved with skill and care.

Sunlight streamed down in a steady golden beam, unchallenged by clouds. Feeling it warming his back, Haldir stepped out of the stone arch to feel it along his whole body. A gentle breeze rose, slipping in between his tunic and his cloak, whistling along his bowstring. His hard armour clinked gently, a high, clashing sound which was nevertheless surprisingly musical.

Despite the dark events of the day, despite being away from his natural environment, Haldir felt contentment easing its way into his bones. The day was perfect, a fine mix of sun and dappled shadow, light wind working its way across the city. Finally unburdened from worry and cares, if only for a moment, he smiled.


Accepted. :D We have a Haldir!

This post has been edited by Haldir on Nov 6 2005, 09:00 AM

[Eldrie Lennon]

Character's Name: Eldrie Lennon

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Physical Description (Hair, eyes, physic): He stands around six feet and three inches, with soft shaggy brown hair that hangs upon broad shoulders. Having been a soldier all of his life, since he was a boy, his body is quite well devoloped, like that of someone used to hard labor. He has piercing blue eyes, and a scar along one side of his face.

Profession: He was raised as a swordsman from the time that he could lift a practice sword. That is all he has known, though since the destruction of the ring he has become a mercenary.

Family: None that he knows of, save for a brother that he does not acknowledge.

Background: Eldrie was raised by his father, and the men that his father commanded. Serving in the gondorian forces, his father was a proud soldier, and an able one at that. Teaching Eldrie all that he knew, he made sure that Eldrie was capable, more then capable that is, of defending himself and his honor. Of course Eldrie really didn't care much about honor, rather liking to whoring, and making a name for himself as someone to be left alone.

His brother on the other hand always wanted to be saving things, and rescuing people and doing the right thing. These two very different attitudes led to a split between the brothers and as such, they refuse to talk to each other under the best of circumstances.

Leaving the family household, Eldrie started to tour the world, taking on jobs for whoever would pay him, and not caring what kind of jobs they were what so ever.

RP Sample (Atleast 2 full paragraphs):

Well, its a good day for it, thats for sure Eldrie thought to himself, as he adjusted his grip upon the slippery handle of his blade. Looking across the rain sodden field at the old farm house in across from him. Eldrie smirked as he thought about the rude suprise that the family within was about to recieve. The father really should have paid the toll on the road. Eldrie himself didn't have to, and did not see why the father should have to, but he had been paid to make sure the father understood that nobody challenged the local 'thugs' of the area.

Sighing to himself in sincere boredom, Eldrie made his way across the feild, his feet sucking and pulling in the mud. As he got to the door, the rain battering it way across his face, he backed up a pace and kicked his foot out against the door. Splintering the rotten door burst in, and Eldrie followed it, seeing the surprised faces of the mother and father as they stood, the two teenage daughters screaming in fright. Looking at the father, Eldrie just cocked an eyebrow and asked,

Tell me, do I do it here? Or shall I take your flesh somewhere private?"

The father looked at Eldrie, his face pale with fear, and he just shook his head, sobs wracking his frail body. Not a flicker of emotion passed across Eldrie as he looked at the man. He had a job to do, and he would do it, it was as simple as that. Sighing, he simply snapped a hand out, and pinned the mans hand to the table. In the blink of an eye, his sword slammed down severing the mans hand. The daughters surged forward, but Eldrie hand out their fathers hand,

"This is all I need, do not make me take more" With those final words, Eldrie moved out of the shattered door and into the night to make his delivery.

This post has been edited by Eldrie Lennon on Nov 25 2005, 03:53 AM

[Gralin]

Gralin - Dwarf

[Evelyn Riel]

Full Name: Evelyn Riel

Gender: Female

Age: 150 but looks 16

Race: Elf

Location: Rivendell

Side: Good

Appearance: (Posted Image)

Personality: Outgoing, Smart, Curious

Languages:Sindarin,Quenya

Skills: Healing,Magic

Inventory: Elvish bows and arrows,Long Elvish blade,Cloak

Background Info: When she was young she was captured by orcs that were never killed and taken to a remote place called Rihan. There she was trained for battle as an archer and learned how to use a sword. The orcs were going to build an army to fight against good people. One day someone told her the truth about who she really was and she fled to her home in Lothlorien. Her mother and father who had been grieving for a long time being told that she was dead,was overjoyed when reunited with their daughter. Sadly her family,being mortal, was killed by orcs that were coming to find her and kill her. Evelyn is an accomplished archer. She loves to travel and has been to many places in Middle Earth.

Other: She has a horse named Star and a cloak for cold weather.

This post has been edited by Evelyn Riel on Mar 7 2006, 04:02 AM

[Baralai]

Name: Baralai
Age: 19
Race: Half-Elf
Side: Neutral (but he'll go to any side that he thinks helps him the most)
Profession: At one point in his life he was a pirate amongst others of the Southern men but soon he left that life to become an assassin where he was sure to get all of his own profits.

Appearance:
At the height of 6’5”, Damian promotes a lean, lanky body with taut muscles and a perfect six-pack along. Unlike the typical tall male, Damian seems to move with an elegant grace that is comparable to that of a tiger. On his right arm Damian has an elaborate tribal and he also sports a few piercings on his ears that he has acquired on his adventures as a pirate.
Looking at Damian one would see a tall, intimidatingly striking young man with very tanned skin that compliments his spiky alabaster hair. From his elven blood he received very smooth skin, prominent cheekbones, and a strong chin. He also has intense dark green orbs that gives off a smoldering look that seems to see deep into the depths of your soul, giving his natural attractiveness an astounding intensity. Normally Baralai can be seen wearing an all-black uniform which consisted of a tunic, pants and cloak at his side he has a beautiful black elven sword with an emerald embedded into its hilt. And hidden around his person are daggers and of course like any elf he has his own


Family: None living and if they are he doesn’t want to find them

History: Baralai was conceived in a barren climate near Mordor to a pretty, yet depressed and bitter daughter of a well-to-do merchant. Initially Wren, his mother fleed her home in order to regain her honor, that she had lost when her family found out that she was pregnant, and find the sire of her unborn child. But of course matters didn't turn out the way she planned. She found out that he wanted nothing to do with her and he had already moved on and found a mate who was actually an elf. Full of grief and shame she left her miserable life for barren land near Mordor where she tried to commit suicide… but she didn't have the heart to do it, soon Baralai was born...

When Baralai was born Wren actually took pretty good care of him she fed him, clothed him, and did all the physical things but mentally she was abusive towards him. Never mothered him, or was emotionally attached she always ranted and blamed him for her dishonor, imposing on him a hatred of his elf side and even his human side. Because of her he began to hate himself. Eventually, she and Baralai were captured by slavers from the city of Umbar and they were separated. He never saw her again, but was bartered among humans like as if he was a mystical treasure, eventually he killed one of his owners and traveled Middle-Earth fought random strangers and eventually became an assassin and pirate offering his services to any he felt worthy of his skills.

Personality: Baralai is a bitter person due to his childhood and tends to wander around a lot. He enjoys being alone and can seem cruel and apathetic at times. He is a merciless fighter and if he wins he won't hesitate to steal from the dead. Baralai can be immoral at times, he's a bit independent and pretty much works for hisself. He also tends to be a bit selfish and can be a bit moody or insane also, especially during battle. But overall he really is just a loner.


OOC: can i still be a half-elf?

This post has been edited by Baralai on Mar 20 2006, 02:35 AM