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Posted: Sat 04 Dec , 2004 10:43 pm
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Book of Lost Characters

Alandriel ~ by Alandriel
Anorast I Thrandir ~ by Guruthostirn
Arunakhôr ~ by Kaya
Elenduath ~ by Eari
Jaeniver ~ by Jaeniver
Legyviel Khelekwen ~ by Peeg
Maelgwn ~ by Leoba
Nienor-Niniel ~ by Nin
Synthia
~ by Guruthostirn
Tibodom Took
~ by Nin

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Will have to dig out my bios....

and hopefully create some new ones :D

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Good to see one's childs appreciated :cool:

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and maybe for Ragnor and Baradan, too.....

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Maelgwn must leave a calling card of course...
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Name Maelgwn
Race Half Númenórean, Half Elven
Gender Male
Age 62
Physical Appearance
Height: 6’2”
Hair: shoulder length, dark brown and fine.
Eyes: golden-brown and soft and gentle even after a decade on the roads, they left him an air of youthful joie de vivre that was perhaps surprising in one who made a business out of danger.
Clothing: In the wild; greys and greens and soft earthy browns. In polite company he wears a lightweight dove-grey wool, trimmed about the collar with a simply embroidered panel of faintly lighter fabric. He didn’t present himself overly richly and even thus retained the ability to blend effortlessly into the background and remain an observer rather than observed.
Personality Gentle and courteous and maybe a little flirtatious, he has assumed many of the graceful mannerisms of his mothers’ people. He takes honour and service extremely seriously. Yet underneath he is driven by the pride and ambition of his Númenórean blood.
Status Single
Occupation Ranger and sometime emissary
Weapons Bow and long knife

Background

2969 - Maelgwn born in Lindon to Halatirno of the Dúnedain descended from the grandson of Amlaith of Fornost, born 726, died 946, reigned 861-946) and Lairelossë, a Silvan Elf of Mirkwood.

2980 - Halatirno died, feared poisoned. The grief-stricken Lairelossë returned with her eleven year old son to the deep forests of her birth. Maelgwn grows up at the court of king Thranduil.

2994 - With his maturity, Maelgwn began to act as a page and herald for the Elves, travelling much on the great East-West Road between Dale and Mithlond. After many years he made contact again with his father's people. He first learned of the mysterious disappearance of his ancient ancestor, M****, brother to Mallor of Arthedain.

3011 - Upon the urging of his paternal uncle he then took to the wild, working with other rangers to keep the peace.

3017 - Pausing in Rivendell to pass on a message from the Elves of the far West, Maelgwn met his fellow ranger Alandriel with whom he struck up a friendship.

3019 - War of the Ring. Maelgwn was of the Grey Company and passed through the Paths of the Dead before fighting at Pelennor.

3020 - Autumn, the Wedding at the Lucky Fortune. He ran into Alandriel again.

4A 10 - Maelgwn, having got wind of an expedition to the far north, journeyed to join Alandriel in Mithlond. Perhaps in hope of finding out something of his own distant ancestry along the way.

Perhaps eventually Em will have a slot too...

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Latest incarnations of the bio's of my two characters:
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Name: Anorast I Thrandir, also known as Guruthostirn, trans. Shadow Watcher.

Nickname: Anorast

Gender: Male

Race:
Appears to be Elf, yet as a child showed abilities never seen in any of that race.

Age:
Precise date unknown however was found shortly after the first rising of the sun, though presumed to have been born on the exact date of the rising.

Height:
Seven feet.

Weight/Build:
Thin and light, though with hereditary heavy bone structure.

Hair:
Long silvery white hair, falling to his waist. Generally worn unbound.

Eyes:
Dark gray.

Face:
The ageless beauty of the elves is visible in his face, but his age and experience is also visible. He is one of few elves that actually appear old.

General Appearance:
He is a tall elf, thin and hard from wandering.

Clothing:
When wandering, he wears a broad brimmed felt hat low over his face, barely showing his piercing, iron gray eyes. A gray cloak, brown with dust, is clasped at his breastbone with a silver rose shaped brooch. A large leather pack sits on his back. Underneath his cloak he wears a dark gray robe, open in the front, falling straight from his shoulders to mid calf. Over the robe a long length of braided leather is twirled around his waist. Beneath the robe is a loose fitting light gray shirt. Above them on his legs are loose black leggings.

When he is with the Mithril Knights, he looks much different. A midnight indigo cloak, the mark of a Mithril Knight, is clasped at his breastbone with a silver rose shaped brooch. Over his chest he wears a light grey shirt. Over that is a chain mail vest, constructed of mithril. On each forearm are mithril vambraces, inscribed with gold inlaid vines. Around his waist is a braided black leather belt, from which hangs beside his right thigh a plain black leather quiver. On his feet are light leather boots which reach to a few inches below his knees, polished. Above them on his legs are loose black leggings.

Anywhere he is, certain things do not change. Close fitting black gloves extend several inches up his forearms. Two pouches hang from his belt. A black leather baldric crosses his chest, holding a sword on his left hip. On one finger is a thin band of silver, polished metal. Hidden beneath his left glove, his wrist is encircled by a white burn scar, evidence of his past as a prisoner of Angband. His other glove covers a beautiful, delicate filigree of silver studded with slivers of blue crystal which encircles his wrist and extends a few inches up his forearm.

Weapons:
-In each boot is a small dagger. A long elvish fighting knife rests on his right hip. Hidden in the small of his back, attached to his belt, are two small mithril throwing knives he got from the dwarves. On his baldric, right behind his right shoulder, is another throwing knife, mounted so he can reach up and flick it out instantly. The braided leather occasionally seen around his waist is a long whip from the east.
-His sword is Amlugil Adonnen, a sword with a long history. Anorast discovered a charred and blackened blade exploring the destruction of Gondolin. Examining the ruined sword, he realized it was Anguirel, the blade of Maeglin son of Eöl, lost when he fell in the battle. It could once slice steel, was now so damaged it needed to be reforged. Renewed with the new name Dragonstar Reborn, its straight, silvery blade is of great craftsmanship. Shortly after Sauron appeared in Eregion, in the wilderness to the north, where Imladris would eventually be founded, Anorast found an elvish smith, the greatest since Faenor, traveling away from the elvish city. Upon finding him, badly injured and dying, Anorast learned that he was an exile, cast out of Eregion for going against the will of the man who few knew was Sauron. Knowing that he was to die, the smith took the ruined remains of Anguirel, recognizing the black steel and knowing its full power, and spent his last strength and power reforging it. It became his greatest work, and a monument to his life. Amlugil Adonnen shares many of the traits of the weapons Glamdring and Sting, for the smith learned his craft in Gondolin, where those were forged. Yet where its brethren merely glow when orcs approach, Amlugil Adonnen sense evil and with a word the blade will burst into cold silver flame. There are other, more subtle abilities, some from the dying smith, and others from its ancient life. Its hilt, crafted in mithril, allows the sword to be wielded with either one hand or both. Twin dragon fangs gripped by twisting vines shape the cross guard. The grip is black leather, embedded with fine silver vines twisting up to the cross guard. The pommel of the sword is a blue crystal, egg shaped, held by the roots of the vines which cover the entire hilt. The blade, once black, turned a normal shade during the reforging, though the smith could not account for the change.
-When he wanders, he carries no bow, but he, like almost all elves, has skill with the weapon. Instead, a leather sling is stuck in his belt, and beside it is a pouch with a few choice stones for ammunition. But with the Mithril Knights, where the elf is a captain of archers, Anorast uses a bow which he received shortly after joining the order. Made of black wood, it has silver vines inscribed over the limbs. Made in Lorien, it is capable of long range and great accuracy.

Skills:
Due to his long years of learning, his magical skills were enormous. However, after the defeat of his former teacher, his abilities have been limited to small, personal magic.
-Non magic skills includes great knowledge of armed and unarmed combat acquired over his long life. After watching Orcs for several thousand years, he taught himself the art of big, fiery bangs, and is ready to demolish anything at a moment’s notice.
-He considers himself quite the cook, and once ran a pub during his stay in the east. He specializes in vegetables and baking, though he has some excellent secret meat recipes. Always ready to cook a meal or feed a friend, he keeps generous supplies and a complete cooking kit in his ever-present pack.
Means of Travel: Before joining the Mithril Knights Anorast was given a fine grey stallion from the elves in Imladris. He carries Anorast’s pack, as well as plenty of spare arrows, and more supplies, as well as his Mithril Knights equipment. Firewind is his name. However, when wandering, Anorast frequently travels only on foot.

Possessions:
He owns little. His only bit of gear is a heavy leather and canvas pack. Strapped to the outside of the pack is two blankets (one gray, the other a dark green), a folding chair, custom made in Dale to his exacting specifications , and a small folding shovel, also made in Dale. Inside the pack he keeps two months worth of lambas (his own product, using the recipe he received in Loth’lorien), a small cooking kit (a pot, small frying pan, several spoons, spices, 3 mugs, a bag of cooking supplies [potatoes, dried meat, several varieties of dried mushrooms, some onions, plenty of garlic, some wilted lengths of celery, a couple carrots, a few precious tomatoes, and a few slightly dehydrated apples], and a few wooden bowls), a bundle of more formal cloths (a long, silvery gray robe, a black velvet vest, loose black pants, a mithril trimmed ceremonial sword belt), a small healers kit, a sewing kit, a sharpening kit, a small kit of writing supplies (appropriated primarily in the east), a bag of strange gray dust, a long length of elvish rope he wove himself under tutors in Loth’lorien in ancient days, a flask of water, and another flask containing a special brew he makes himself. Strapped underneath is a long black knife.

Hometown:
None

Birthplace:
Unknown.

Romantic Status:
Single, with two loves now in his past, the Beautiful Lady Nienor-Niniel, and a young woman in the far northeast.

Occupation:
Wanderer, procurer of rare and unusual knowledge, sworn enemy of Evil, Mithril Knight.

Personality: Wryly sarcastic, cynical, very warped sense of humor, though capable of understanding, and deep down a strong empathetic capability.

History:
Mystery surrounds his birth and parents. Found by a Sindar couple shortly after the birth of the Sun, the baby eventually to hold the title Guruthostirn was a very unusual child. Though recognizable as an elf, nothing else was certain; he resembled no other elven child. Due to his upbringing Anorast, as named by his adopters for his origin, always called himself a Sindar; but he knew he did not belong to any of the elven races, for the Sindar couple told him the mystery of his discovery shortly before their demise.

The mystery of Anorast intensified as he aged, or didn’t age. Almost a thousand years went by before he completely matured into an adult, his physical body ageing extraordinarily slowly. Along with his unusual aging, there were many odd things about Anorast. During his century of infancy, his guardians were almost driven mad by his ability to change matter. A wall could, at a croak from Anorast, become transparent. However his affinity for fire was the worst: they had to rebuild their house several times. Also lightning seemed to obey his infantile orders.

Fortunately for all concerned, as he slowly grew up his oddities disappeared. An incredible thirst for knowledge developed in him, and his adoptive parents fed it by taking him to almost every teacher possible. By the time he was fully an adult, he was considered one of the wisest of all elves.

The day he celebrated his emergence into adulthood, disaster struck. Servants of Morgoth attacked and destroyed the village where he lived, and only he survived. Many years later he realized he had escaped by virtue of the childhood abilities that still remained buried deep inside his soul, but at the time he knew not how he escaped the carnage, and cursed Fate for letting him live. A deep hatred developed in him, a hatred of anything connected with the death of his adoptive family.

Ever the unusual elf, Anorast did not let his hatred overcome his good sense. Though he hated the Shadow with an intense passion, he realized it had much power. Anorast knew that not even the combined power of all the divided elves in Beleriand as they were .could not destroy Morgoth. Knowing the strength of Darkness, Anorast determined to learn the secrets and powers of Evil, to turn them against Morgoth.

So began his existence as a wanderer, always looking for power and knowledge, always looking for evil. In his wake lay the fallen bodies of countless followers of Darkness, yet he still went on, thirsting ever for more power, and ultimately, the power to unlock his mysterious heritage, and the immense magical abilities he had displayed as a child. Though searching always for knowledge, he kept to himself, keeping his true nature secret. During his travels he learned from nearly everyone or every race of note. A good friend of the Dwarves, he learned blacksmithing in the depths of the Ered Luin. Even in Doriath did he learn, and from Melian he learned how to unlock a small part of his past.

However as Angband became more powerful, and the number of teachers he had not visited dwindled, more and more often did Anorast follow the paths of Morgoth’s war parties. He was present at the destruction of Gondolin. Though he was deeply saddened by the loss of the great city, he learned much from what he saw. In the aftermath of the battle he spent some time combing the hidden valley for additional secrets. One he found was a blackened, twisted length of strange metal. Barely was he able to recognize the once proud sword of Eöl, Anguirel, which he had seen once while visiting the dark elf. Taking the dark blade, he told himself one day he would find a smith to reforge the incredible sword.

Shortly after leaving the ruins of Gondolin, Anorast chose to infiltrate Thangorodrim, hoping to learn much dark magic in Angband. Taken prisoner as he attempted to pass it’s gates, he was cast down into the slave pits of Morgoth. However after a short time he was recognized as being both very powerful and unusual. The combination proved irresistible to Morgoth’s greatest underling, Sauron, who sensed the potential of another great ally for his master. Sauron began to break his spirit, pull Anorast onto the side of Darkness, and teach him the most dreadful secrets of the Shadow, bringing a mighty weapon to Morgoth’s call.

Almost on the edge of falling into eternal darkness, Anorast was saved by the final assault on Thangorodrim, where the armies of the Valar completely and utterly defeated Morgoth, and destroyed Angband.

At the fall of Angband, Anorast was considered one of the many imprisoned elves freed by the forces of Valinor, with no notice of his special status. After the destruction of Angband, he swore that the evils he had witnessed in the depths beneath Thangorodrim would never be repeated. With this goal in mind, he took the title Shadow Watcher, Guruthostirn. When Belariand was destroyed, he began his days of wandering and exploration beyond Ered Luin and the great river. In his journeys he renewed his friendship with the Dwarves and other Eldar, and met many of the people who lived in the east.

When Sauron returned, and began his climb to power, Anorast, though now he more often used Guruthostirn for identification, watched Mordor carefully. He learned the ways of its mountains over many years of vigilance, and saw the building of Barad-Dur. When Sauron was taken to Numenor, he explored its passages and dungeons. Anorast was not impressed; he had not forgotten the shear terror of Angband, and not even the darkness of Barad-Dur could match the dungeons of Morgoth. However, he never willingly returned to Sauron’s dungeons.

After the fall of Numenor, Anorast continued his vigilance, though he often traveled across the land to meet the various people who were his friends. Much of his time he spent in Fangorn. As the kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor grew, his travels became less frequent, for he still loved secrecy, and chose carefully who would know his face, and he wished not to be known to Men. As Sauron began to grow in power again and the Last Alliance was formed, Anorast was split between his urge to stay hidden and learn and his hate for his former teacher. At long last his vow of watchfulness took precedent, and he chose to merely observe the war. Yet when he heard of the fall of Gil-Galad and Elendil, both of whom he’d known, Anorast cursed his decision to not fight, and called for the ending of his vow.

After the Last Alliance, Anorast again wandered through the land, but instead of merely watching, he worked to defeat evil whenever he found it. During his travels, he learned of the arrival of the Istari, the wizards. He met one of the blue wizards as they journeyed east. Seeing in him powers he never imagined, he stayed with the Istari as he proceeded to the east, eventually persuading him to teach him wizardry.

In the east his hatred for evil became his downfall. His teacher gained them great status, and though Anorast stayed away from the adoring crowds, loving secrecy, his master became enamored with the adulation flowing from the masses. He turned to politics, eventually becoming the effective ruler of a massive empire. Here Anorast learned that not even the greatest cannot be corrupted; his mentor fell into the world of crime and power, destroying anyone who pitted his will against the wizard. When a local government employee who had become an acquaintance of Anorast was assassinated in front of him, he realized that his master was little better than the servants of Morgoth, and was the very ilk he had sworn to destroy. Confronting his master, giving him one chance to return, to see his wrongdoing, he tried to prevent the conflict he knew would come. And come it did, when the Istari refused to admit his wrongdoing, and attacked Anorast, claiming that he was jealous, and wanted the wizard’s position of power.

The fight between the corrupt wizard and the ancient elf was enormous. Magic's not seen since the early days were unleashed. The city where they lived was completely demolished by massive storms colliding in the sky above, unleashed by the two. After many days of wild destruction and magic, the wizard and his former pupil were almost completely drained. They continued to attack each other, now with only their weapons. Here Anorast finally defeated his corrupted teacher, slaying him with a simple sword stroke.

After the battle, Anorast found him incapable of all but the simplest and easiest magic. Though he still felt the immense powers of his childhood and heritage locked deep inside him, he had not the strength to unlock any of it. As time passed, he noticed his power increasing, but on such a small scale he knew it would likely take thousands of years to regain the height of his magical strength.

Anorast resumed his wandering. He returned to the western lands of Middle Earth. His first stop upon traveling west was the halls of Thranduil. While there, several dwarves were found trespassing through the elvish parts of the forest. After their disappearance from the elvish King’s dungeon Anorast judged it imprudent to move on, as he’d planned. Few of the elves remembered him from his past stops in the hall, and many of the younger elves were suspicious of him, believing he had a hand in the escape of the dwarves. So Anorast became caught up in the conflict that followed, and marched with Thranduil to the Battle of Five Armies. After the conflict, when the various misunderstandings were cleared up, Anorast left Mirkwood, and traveled west to Imladris, where he stayed for several years.

In the years before the War of the Ring Anorast wandered the western lands of Middle Earth. He seldom stayed long in any one place, and by the time Frodo Baggins left the shire for Rivendell, Anorast had found his way to every significant place one could go, even the ruins of Annuminas and Carn Dum, the ruined fortress of the Witchking. But as the Ring traveled south Anorast found himself in the House of Elrond once more. There he was advised to go to Lothlorien.

It was in the ranks of Celeborn that Anorast fought the War of the Ring. He led the troops that cleansed the dungeons of Dol Guldur during the elvish assault upon the evil stronghold. His past experiences with the dungeons of Sauron made him singularly suited to the task. Afterwards Anorast journeyed to Minas Tirith to witness the crowning of King Elessar, and during that time became familiar with the city.

For several years he wandered around the southern realms, till finally he returned to Imladris. A short time later his application to join the Mithril Knights was accepted. During his training a young woman was also training, Nienor-Niniel. After their initiation Anorast rescued her from an unnatural blizzard, and pledged to protect her from all harm. Yet only a short time later she left the Mithril Knights, and Anorast. Afterwards he became cold, hard. Twice he’d loved, and twice lost that love, unable to protect either woman. His time with Nin left a deep impression on Anorast, and he found it very hard to see her go. He knew he would remember her forever.
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Name:
Synthia

Nickname:
Sharpeyes

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Age:
16 at the beginning of the 4th age, born in August of 3001.

Height:
5 feet 6 inches.

Weight/Build:
variable weight, depending on food supply, though she is on the thin side, though not extremely tiny. Well shaped.

Hair:
Just beyond shoulder length, a rich earthy brown, fine and straight. Usually held back tied behind her head.

Eyes:
Dark gray, with a bit of blue and green in them, depending on the light.

Face:
Moderately thin, very beautiful. Occasionally viewers ask whether how much elvish blood is in her because of her beauty.

General Appearance:
She is not too tall, well built. Though stunningly beautiful, it is often difficult to tell, due to being covered with the marks of hard travel, covering her features.

Clothing:
She wears moderately fitted leggings, long leather boots which cover her knees, and long tunics, covered by a vest and a cloak. All are either brown, green, or black, since she has several pairs of each. Once in a very long time she’s been known to wear the beautiful robes and dresses of the elves, but more often she prefers rougher forest clothing. She wears light brown gloves on her hands, with the right one slightly reinforced to protect her fingers from her bowstring.

Weapons:
She has a light elvish knife in her right boot, a larger elvish knife behind her back on her belt. On her left hip rides a small thin elvish sword, while on the right is her quiver, which has a small general purpose knife built into it. Her primary weapon though is her bow. While in Southern Gondor after the war, she came across an easterling trader who had in his possession a bow which he said came from even further east than his lands. Made of layered horn, it was completely unlike any bow found in the west, flinging its arrows faster and more accurately than any bow but those of Lorien, and with a much smaller length, but very hard to control and master. Synthia purchased it, and on her return to Rivendell persuaded the elves to make her a better one. The final product, produced by the elves, is again horn layered, from the antlers which the deer near Imladris shed every year. The arms curve in the middle, while the two ends are solid. Synthia found this bow even harder to use at first than the original, but once she mastered it, she became easily the best archer in Rivendell, save the best elvish masters.

Skills:
Her most distinctive skill is innate, eyesight which is far beyond human, almost elvish. A fantastic archer, she is also well versed in the sword and the knife, both skills taught to her by her father. He also taught her woodcraft, and all of the other knowledge of the Rangers. She is an accomplished harpist, though unable to meet the elves in skill. She knows how to tell a good story, and has been known to act well in the few plays put on in Imladris. She also has some skill at tending wounds. Always a fast learner, she is constantly learning things during her travels.

Possessions:
Few. She stays in Rivendell much of the time, but has no permanent room there, instead sleeping in the forest nearby. She has a pack in which she keeps a few extra cloths, some food (mostly dried meat), a small healers kit, a kit for her bow and arrows, and a sharpening stone. A few dishes and two pans are her cooking gear, and she has a bedroll and two waterproof cloths.

Distinctive Markings:
None, though Synthia wears a pair of diamond earrings shaped like the Star of the Earendil.

Means of Travel:
Walking, though she often uses a horse if she can get one, though no particular horse is hers.

Hometown:
Rivendell, if any. She grew up there, and stays there often.

Birthplace:
Rivendell

Romantic Status:
Single, and a bit too proud to accept many attempts at romance. However, she is young, newly come into adulthood, and often feels the urge to explore that side of herself. She also knows very little about human relationships, so she can be very direct when expressing herself.

Occupation:
Hunting trolls, though will go after any creatures of evil. Sometimes travels with the Rangers on their patrols.

Personality:
A generally cheerful person, she’s quick to smile and laugh. She always enjoys a joke. However, she is also quite proud, and sometimes keeps her self separated from those she sees as below her. Once she gets to know anyone though, that separation quickly falls.

Sense of Humor:
Quiet. She seldom tells jokes, but laughs at almost any.

Virtues:
Synthia is very honest. She would never think to tell a lie.

Greatest Fear:
Being left behind, alone. Synthia has no problem being by herself, or living in the wilderness for months on end, but from an event during her childhood, Synthia has feared being left behind, left alone. If her friends deserted her, she would wilt like a flower in a furnace.

Deepest Secret:
When she went south to Minas Tirith to bury her father, all of his belongings were given to her. At the bottom of his pack she found a message, written to her by her father, to be delivered upon his death. In it she was told of her great grandfather, who was not the ranger that was marked down in the family history, but actually an elf. She feared that she would be found out as being partly elf.

Motivation:
Hatred of evil. Her father fell before Mordor defending Aragorn, slain by a troll, while her mother was also slain by a troll when Synthia was only six years old, ambushed on the road between Bree and Rivendell. Now that she is old enough, Synthia fights for her parents memories. Yet without that hate, she is aimless, not knowing her place, a daughter of a ranger, with a spirit too great to stay at home.

Self-Concept:
Synthia feels that she is an avenger, finishing the war against evil. She thinks little of her other skills, thinking of them as a disguise to fit in. To herself, she is a ranger, despite being told otherwise, and knowing that the rangers aren’t as necessary as before.

Family:
She is the daughter of a ranger and his wife, also a daughter of rangers. All of her bloodlines go back to Arnor, though not entirely to nobility. She’s related through her grandmother to the royal line of Isildur, and through her great-grandfather, she is also partly elvish. She has no other family, both her parents were single children, and she has no other siblings. Her grandparents are dead, for she was born late in her parent’s lives. She has several distant cousins, but the bond is of little note to her.

What does your character want more than anything else in the world? What is his/her goal?
The extermination of the trolls that killed her parents. She also yearns to belong, but doubts it will ever happen, for she knows of nowhere where she will fit in.

Whom does he/she dream about, yearn for, hate?
She has no secret passion for any man, but she has a conflict with an old friend of hers, Jaeniver, an elf woman who helped raise her after her mother died. They were good friends before Synthia left for Gondor, but once she returned, their wills began to clash.

What makes him/her laugh?
Joy. Synthia takes little fun from stupidity or foolishness, but a display in the joy of life, or having fun, will make her happy and bring forth a bubbly laugh from her.

History:
Born to a ranger and his wife, Anleoth and Aniriel, on midsummers day, the girl named Synthia seemed normal enough. As with many of the children of the Rangers, she was raised in Rivendell. There Synthia stayed with her mother until she was six, happy, still as normal as any ranger girl. Sometimes she seemed to be able to see things before anyone else, but no one took much notice.

The winter after her sixth birthday was unusually harsh. Aniriel and several other members of the Ranger families in Rivendell decided to go west to visit their loved ones, bring them good company and warm supplies in the deep of winter. When they left, their younger children, including Synthia, were kept in Rivendell for fear the cold would get to them during the hard journey. None who stayed behind were happy, none less so than Synthia. Even after they learned that being forced to stay with the elves saved their lives, the eleven children, the oldest ten years of age, never were glad they stayed, all preferring to have died with their parents. For shortly after crossing the second river between Rivendell and Bree, they were ambushed by hungry trolls, driven from the mountains by winter. All of the families were slain, except one, and he died not long after, but not before he told his tale to the rangers who were tracking the trolls found him.

When the news reached Rivendell, Synthia was crushed by grief, and became utterly silent. She was entrusted to the care of a young elf, Jaeniver, who raised her until the War of the Ring, and become, in spirit, an older sister to Synthia. Yet she could not rouse Synthia from her silence when first they met. Only when word came that the pack of trolls had been slain by the elves and rangers pursuing them did Synthia speak once more.

Synthia was changed, however. Before, she’d seemed destined to be as most ranger women, wife to a ranger, with only enough thought for warfare to learn some rudimentary defenses. But after her mother’s death, Synthia took the route of the ranger, and began to learn the ways of war. Tutored by her doting father, after three years had passed she knew all he could teach her. Even the elves were impressed by her quickness of learning. Only Jaeniver knew of the hatred which drove the young girl. In skills she mastered the knife, but never became comfortable with the sword. Instead, she concentrated on archery, which seemed to come naturally to her. Synthia was breathtakingly skilled with a bow, assisted by her incredible eyesight. Only the elves possessed better eyesight, but Synthia came close to matching them in both light and darkness. By eleven years of age, she had passed every ranger in archery, with only the elves surpassing her skill.

Under the care of Jaeniver, Synthia matured, versed in other knowledge which she did not seek out, but nevertheless appreciated. As she grew, she became a jewel among the human folk living at Rivendell, in all but her appearance and heritage an elf. Impeccable in appearance and manners, Synthia felt at home in Rivendell, content, but with the flame of hate merely an ember, fueling only her thirst for warlike skills.

Life was good for Synthia as she passed her sixteenth birthday, but that fall the rangers, including Anleoth her father, went to war in the south. When word reached Rivendell of the end of the war, and the destruction of the One Ring, there was much celebrating, but Synthia did not join in. The fire, buried deep for nine years, burst forth once more, for with the tale of victory over Sauron, came word of the rangers. Many had fallen, including her father, slain by a mountain troll of Gorgoroth while defending his captain, Aragorn. Shortly after, despite the pleas of her mentor Jaeniver, Synthia took a horse and left for the south. She would not see Rivendell for five years.

In Minas Tirith Synthia buried her father beside the other fallen rangers. The words of her distant uncle, Aragorn, now king of Gondor, did nothing to still Synthia’s sorrow. She received her father’s belongings, taking what she wanted, and sending the rest back with the other rangers, to be returned to the armory of the Rangers of the North. Given a chance to stay in Minas Tirith by the king, Synthia stayed in the south, learning of Gondor. Occasionally, as she grew, she accompanied the trade caravans into Harad, Rhun, and Umbar, becoming slightly familiar with those lands. But as time wore on, a yearning for the north grew in her, as did the long dorment thirst for revenge.

When Synthia turned nineteen, she joined a patrol going into Gorgoroth. The king sent them into Mordor frequently, searching out any remaining holdouts of evil creatures. Few were left, but enough remained that there was still a need for troops in the mountains. Fortune was with the patrol, for they stumbled upon a small troop of starving orcs, accompanied by two trolls. In the ensuing fight, Synthia slew one of the trolls with an arrow through its eye. Ignoring the compliments of her fellow hunters Synthia exulted in her kill, and the flames within her burned bright. To kill the same evil creatures as had slain both her parents gave Synthia a rush of pleasure unequaled by any experience she’d ever had. Returning to Minas Tirith, the life she led there seemed stale, and she left with the next patrol.

By her twentieth birthday, Synthia had slain eight trolls, always with arrows, aided by the strange eastern bow she’d mastered. So effective was Synthia, and such was her passion that had persuaded Aragorn to send even more patrols into Mordor, that there were no longer enough trolls to sate the fire which still burned in her. That spring, before her twenty-first birthday, Synthia returned to the north, arriving in Rivendell on Midsummer’s Day.

Her friends were shocked by the changes in her, none more so than Jaeniver. Synthia was still the same cheerful young woman, but now she was willful and independent, and as typical for her age, disregarded authority. This, and the bloodlust which drove her on long, lonely hunting trips in the mountains, looking for trolls, drove a wedge between Jaeniver and Synthia. The young woman still respected the elf, but felt that Jaeniver was interfering in her life, and no longer understood her. Yet sometimes, alone in the forests, Synthia would let a few tears fall, for she felt torn by the division between her and Jaeniver, one of the only friends she’d ever really had, and now seemed to have lost. The flames within Synthia were all she had left, and only the thirst for the blood of trolls remained to give her life direction.
Ya'know, I think the only two male RP writers with female characters are on this board...

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Arunakhôr
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Name: Arunakhôr

Race: Men, Corsair from Umbar, Black Númenorean

Born: 3200 SA, on the island of Númenór

Parents: it is unknown what happened to them; it is taken that his father was part of Ar-Pharazon’s crew when they sailed into the West, to Aman, but there is no evidence left nor is their any certainty about the fate of his mother.

Height: 183 cm / 6 ft
Hair: dark brown (close to black), right now he wears it in rat-tails, reaching to mid-back; colourful beads are decorating a few of them; often he wears a wrap head-band
Eyes: charcoal orbs
Complexion: tanned
Teeth: a few golden ones between otherwise perfectly white teeth
Markings: left forearm ‘Devil of the Deep Blue Sea’; between shoulderblades, Adunaic runes reading ‘Izindu-bêthagan’ (Prophet of Death)
Scars: (not yet specified)

Still knows the ancient language Adunaic, yet is reluctant to speak it for it is not a common tongue to speak or have knowledge of these days.

Clothing: His clothing varies with the nature or goal of his journey. Mostly he wears dark, worn leather combined with washed linen and cotton. Soft dark leather boots to mid-calf height complete his attire. Many ‘unusual’ details can be found on his attire unfamiliar to people of Middle-Earth since he’s seen many a foreign land.

Dark woollen coat reaching his knees; leather pants; fur cloak (sorry, no fox ... but then again, he might have still something hidden in his ship that could come close )and wolf's head as a hat cover against the bitter cold of the north;

Jewellery: rare and unusual yet not fancy; a necklace with a sharkteeth as a pendant, rings and a golden earring.

Weapons: a curved one-edged sword of Southern origin that is attached to a heavy leather sword hanger, and a few daggers; he might carry a few other hidden weapons on his person; A black númenorean blade, which he hides on his ship these days;

Companion: a parrot (pic1, pic2) which he found on one of his most recent voyages to the south; named ‘Azrubêl’ (is the Adunaic name of Eärendil) or in a more bantering way ‘the other Captain’ for the animal can be quite stubborn.

Ship: As a sailor he has sailed most of the seas of Arda, always eager to explore unknown lands. He has sailed on many corsair ships as part of the crew, plundering, smuggling and generally leading a lawless life. Currently he is commanding his own vessel (one mast; corsair ship, not big but fast) named Agannâlô (death-shadow), venturing alone.


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Born on Númenór in the year 3200 of the Second Age Arunakhôr was bound to become a venturer like the rest of his kin, as they were all bred under the restless star of Eärendil. Even though times already were troubled on the island during the time of his birth, no one could predict the dramatic course his life would take later on.

Having a stretched lifespan and being born of pure blood he was still a youth when he went to Umbar in the year 3261, not much before Ar-Pharazon took Sauron to Númenór as a prisoner. Becoming who he was born to be, more restless and averse than his predecessors who had come to Middle-earth’s coast to explore and build harbours, Arunakhôr was counted as one of the Black Númenorean soon after his arrival.

Yet his heart was divided. His father being one of the loyal King’s Men yet his mother not so willing to break every bond with the elves (even though -by the time her youngest son was born she couldn’t express her thoughts and feelings out loud anymore, fearing for her own life) there was some of both in him, which was strange to him. He couldn’t get a grip on the feeling, couldn’t explain it. He even feared it and thus fought and denied it.

Then the world trembled, and a great storm crashed the waves against the shores, and when all became quiet again, the world had changed. It took the Black Númenorean, who had settled in Umbar, some time to repair the damage that the storm had done to their fleet.

After that some sailed into the West to find out what had happened to their island but could not find it. And they sailed even more westwards and found other lands where once the coastline of Aman had been.

After the downfall of Númenór and the bending of the world it took the Black Númenorean a couple of years to regroup and decide what their course of action would be now that their homeland was taken from them, forever sunken beneath the waves. Their numbers had grown fast the last few years before the downfall, and so had the size of their fleet. They were powerful, and angry.

Their blood still flowing restlessly through their veins, they would never be able to find solas in a destiny on the main land. Most of them started venturing again, though even more ruthless than their forecomers had done during the days of Dominion and War. Some believed that the summit of Meneltarma was not drowned forever but rose above the waves as a lonely island, and they searched for it but could not find it.

Revenge for the taking of Akallabêth being their motive they decided that blood had to be paid for its destruction, and no other than the sacrifice of immortals would bring them satisfaction. A crew was chosen, as was a ship. ‘The Prophet of Death’, or ‘Izindu-bêthagan’ as it was named in Adunaic and as it was left as a permanent mark on the backs of the crew before they sailed out. It was then the year 3325 of the Second Age.

When attacking one of the elven ships that left the Grey Havens the Maiar Ossë, vassal of Ulmo and master of the seas that wash the shores of Middle-earth, came to the aid of the elves. Thunder and storm destroyed the Númenórean ship and let its splintered remains sink to the bottom of the black Abyss. The pieces of wreckage and one survivor who talked nonsense for the experience had made him insane were found by another ship of their fleet. Though from his babbling they understood what must have happened. It was taken that no other of the crew had survived, and the story of the Izindu-bêthagan was passed on for many centuries to come and made them sail the waters close to the Grey Havens with dread. But after the poor crazy sailor, relatives of those whose lives had been taken and those who had went looking for the crew all had died, the story slowly lost its credibility and turned into one of those sea legends that everyone liked to listen to, but which no one really believed.

Yet one other had survived, had washed ashore shortly afterwards. It took the 125 year old Arunakhôr (looking like in his mid-thirties) a while to recover and realise what had happened. But finally his memory came back and slowly he tried to make his way back south, to Umbar.

Then Sauron attacked Gondor and soon there followed the war of the Last Alliance. And Arunakhôr fell ill and he thought this was his ending. A great fever -which kept him bed-ridden most of the time- came over him as long as the battle lasted, and a stinging pain in a healed wound he had sustained during the wreckage reminded him every year of the doom of the destroyed ship where he had served on as a deckhand. And thus he slowly came to realise that he had not survived the wreckage completely unharmed, as he first had thought.

It was after the destruction of Barad-dûr and the defeat of Sauron by the Last Alliance that Arunakhôr’s condition improved again, yet the terrible experience was not that easily forgotten. Feeling the longing of the sea and adventure now more than ever he found himself a vessel and fled Middle-earth. Sailing the waters in all directions for years to come he soon discovered something else. Even though he knew his lifespan was longer than that of other mortals, he came to realize that he didn’t age at all anymore.

Proud he was of that fact, and he told it to whoever wanted to hear him although few believed him. And because he couldn’t find peace in staying in one place for a long time, the ones who he had told his stories to already had died by the time he passed their shores again.

No blessing his ‘immortal’ life was though, but a curse.

All those around him died, and he survived them all, he alone.

Sporadically great fever came over him as centuries passed, and no healer could find its cause nor a cure. It took him to discover the truth until -now as a Captain of a ship of one of the Corsairs of Umbar who had been founded in the mean time- his men raid upon an elven settlement. Great numbers of elves were killed, and fever once more came over him. Not the kind of fever he had experienced during the battle of the Last Alliance, but enough to make him realise the terrible truth: as long as elves would dwell in Middle-earth, Arunakhôr would keep the age of the man who once had sailed to take part in their destruction, and their dying would be his pain.

Devastated about this discovery he tried to take his own life, and he bled and it hurt, but dying he did not.

So he needed to change his strategy, his vision on life, and once again he fled Middle-earth, seeking refuge in the far North since that place was not unknown to him for he had travelled there many times before. And when he finally returned to Middle-earth he kept raiding. On Men, especially those of Gondor, for he hated them and thought little of them, those 'faithful'. And he kept raiding on the elves, yet not anymore to kill them but to bring fear into their hearts, to convince them to take the next ship to Valinor. And every time when a few decades had passed, the Corsair returned to venturing the seas and the unknown shores, to return to Umbar when people who had known him before had forgotten his face or had died, so he could keep his curse a secret.

The Umbarians fell under Gondorian occupation in the meantime, and afterwards the Haradrim took over. Then the War of the Ring started, and as soon as a great fever came over him again Arunakhôr escaped to more southern regions of Arda where he remained until after the destruction of the One Ring.

He returned to Umbar in the company of a parrot he had found on one of the southern islands and who kept following him. Piracy being in his blood, he wanted to join their raiding forces once more. Though he had been away from Middle-earth for over 10 years, and much had changed in the mean time. So he moored here and there, eavesdropped and learned about what had happened all around during his years of absence. He ‘visited’ Umbar for a short while, heard of Aragorn’s attack on part of their fleet in Pelargir and saw that the fleet was not totally destroyed, not by far. In Pelargir he came, in Linhir, in Dol Amroth. And he listened, and learned.

The Grey Havens would be his last ‘port’ to visit before his return to Umbar, all prepared to blend in again and get back to a life or raiding, plundering and spilling blood. Yet -as often- things do not turn out as one had planned.
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I did not have the courage to impose Nin's bio... three pages long... and I don't know if Hades will ever live again, so...
Okay - for the moment he does not have an ID, but here is more about the one and only hobbit.

Character biography : Tibodom Took

Age: 25

Race: hobbit

Appareance: Hey, this is a hobbit we’re talking about, blond, blue eyed, tall – no just kidding so he is small – 1 meter 04 ( and I let the conversion to others) , he had light brown hair with massive curls that he tries to straighten. His eyes are brown and usually friendly. Of course, he wears no shoes and is very proud of the curly hair on his nice and solid feet. His cheeks sturn sometimes red – and never try to pinch them. Not too comfortable – he is still young.

Company: A mule, named Lutz – all those who read LOTR once in their life in German will know why ;)

Skills: Tibodom can drink ale at an amazing speed, snore, smoke and eat. He also sleeps very well. When inevitable, he is a delightful companion. Funny, always well-homoured, a good cook – no a very good cook – and he can in fact sing quite nicely. Like all hobbits, he is a faithful and generous friend, proud of his little Shire.

Outfit: usually cad in green and brown, with trousers and a sweater. Tibodom does not own a single piece of formal clothing.

Biography:

Tibodom is the youngest son of Tobedoc Took, the youngest brother of Paladin, father of Peregrin, better known as Pippin. So Pippin is his direct cousin, although Tibodom is a lot younger than his illustre relative. His mother is Mirandilla Took, born Brandybuck, who is the eldest sister of Merriadoc – by quite a few years. So, Merry is in fact his uncle and the old Took would have been his great-grandfather. That also makes him distantly related to both, Frodo and Bilbo, Frodo would be his great-uncle, second degree from the Took side, and one generation removed from the Brandybuck side and Bilbo… well if you want to know, ask Tibodom himself one day. He will explain that far better than me.

Born and raised in the Shire among a bunch of young hobbits, Tibodom has always been the jester of his generation of Tooks. Barely more than a teen-ager at the scouring of the Shire, he was well- known for the use of his sling-know and could hit one of Sharkû’s big fellows from a distance of over fifty meters.

He envies his cousin and uncle who have been on such a glorious adventure and cannot hear enough of their deeds during the War of the Ring. One day, he wants to see Rohan and Gondor .. when the roads are safe and the inns spreading everywhere.

So far, Tibodom has officially never left the Shire – some little escapes among young hobbits, wishing to cross the boarder to does not really count. But as in every hobbit, deep inside him sleeps a seed of courage and bravery that only demands to ripen.

Like most of the hobbits, Tibodom comes from a family of farmers. His parents grow … pipeweed. He is to be considered as an expert of all nicotine questions. Even more than for mushrooms.

He fancies Daisy Cotton, the youngest sister of Rosie Cotton – and if his dream could come true to marry the lovely gal one day – he would then be related to the only member of the Fellowship to whom he is not connected by birth. And the entry in this exclusive circle of adventurers, he wants to deserve it.

More to come…..

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Just to reserve a place for Ragnors bio....

ahh, I tell you, it's good to have a half-naked man in my profile...

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Just a pity it's so small.....

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OOAHAHHH!!! Does this mean I have to write up bios for Holle, Hefka and Skellig?

Well, Holle has one already but I'm afraid to read it after all this time, it's probably embarrassing.


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i'll start with Jae first :P who knows who i might drag in...perhaps Rhoawin if he'll ever write again.
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Name: Jaeniver (Ëlindi)
Race: Nandor, those who settled in the Vale of the Anduin.
Gender: female
Age: 4862
Height:1m71
Appearance:Dark brown hair, bound back on travels. Dark blue eyes. She looks slim and fragile.
Clothes: She usually wears plain dresses or travellers gear(depens on the journey to determine the luxury of those clothes).
Skills:she’s negotiator and on occasion ambassador.
Weapons: well practised in the long bow and sword(but due to personal reasons she’s reluctant to pick up a sword)

Short list of dates:

S.A 1510-Jaeniver born in the Vale of the Anduin.

S.A 1590- Three Rings of the Elves completed.

S.A 1600-Sauron reveals his true identity.

S.A 1603-Enslavement of the small settlement of the Nandor on the Gladden fields.The city gets torn down to the ground.Those who repelled Sauron got killed. The others were enslaved.

S.A 1697-Founding of Rivendell by Elrond. The ruins of the former Nandor settlement no longer exsist, the river Gladden has washed away the remains.

S.A 3441 –Sauron’s defeated by the Last Alliance. The remaining Nandors flee from Middle Earth to the West.

T.A 1030- Jaeniver’s return to Middle Earth.

T.A 1050- granted residency in Rivendell. Beginning of Jae’s studies.

T.A 2030- Negotiator of Rivendell. She remains in close distance to Rivendell, riding to the aid of Elves only.

T.A 2969-Jaeniver now also rides to council other Free People of Middle Earth when requested and is given the titel ambassador of Rivendell with lord Elrond’s consent.

T.A 3018- Begin War of the Ring.

T.A 3018/3019-Jae remains in Rivendell, not allowed to leave the dwelling because of her history. She suffers from confrontations with her past.

T.A 3019- End War of the Ring.

F.A 1-continues her profession as negotiator and ambassador.




History:

During the Great Journey of the Elves to Aman, Thorandil and Eviloris follow Lenwe who stopped at the Anduin. There lord Thorandil stayed with his wife Eviloris and son Forían where he also began to erect his own small settlement. His title was ‘king’ though he was but a lord. Nevertheless the royal titles were used.

Not too long after the first daughter of the king and queen was born another followed which was highly unusual.It was a miracle Eviloris ,who was still very exhausted after giving birth to her first daughter Beleniel,survided giving birth to her second daughter and last child in 1510 S.A. Because of the unusual third birth and the bad condition Eviloris was in, the child got named Jaeniver meaning ‘sorrow-one’.

For 80 years they live in what can be called peace.But all this changed in 1600 S.A. Sauron revealed his true identity to the elves. In 1603 S.A, the settlement of lord Thorandil got overrun by evil creatures send by Sauron.Those who repelled were killed, the others were taken to Mordor and enslaved by Sauron.Jaeniver was one of them. Help of the other Nandors came too late. The settlement got torn down completely and dissapeared entirely by the river Gladden in 1697 S.A.

In 1604 Sauron forced his will upon the elves and used them as his black servants. The longer the elves were submitted to his torture the more corrupted they became. But still somehow the elves fought back and therefor they never totally got possessed by darkness. This lasted for 646 years. Sauron had found a race that were more easily to break; Men who eventually became the Nazgûl. The elves that were hanging by a threat were locked away in the dungeons of Barad-Dur, being nothing more then toys.

When Sauron finally got defeated in 3441 S.A Those who had not caved in surrendering to Sauron’s will fled to the undying lands for they feared the Free People of Middle Earth wanted revenge.

There Jaeniver and her family settled down and a new life began. Jaeniver who nearly lost her sanity over the memories, ordered that no one would speak her name outloud. She was then given the name Ëlindi. Slowly the pain eased yet scars remained. When Beleniel suddenly sailed back to Middle Earth Jaeniver was devastated.Her grief became even greater when she was told she’d do wise to marry the son of her father’s friend Lothiren. To please her father and remaining family she accepted his proposal to marry. But the years she spend with him in engagement were waisted away with quarrels. Only a few weeks before the actual wedding she left his household and fled to the Harbour where she found passage back to Middle Earth. But one night she was visited by Mandos giving her a final ultimatum. She were to leave now and return to Middle Earth but would never see her family again or she had to remain in Valinor and marry Lothiren but would remain with her family. She chose the first option out of despere. With the only consolation that she could choose any moment to end her immortal life as comfort for when the last day of Middle Earth had come.Soon after this unusual happening she boarded and arrived back in Middle Earth in 1030 T.A.

For 20 years she searched for a sign of her sister whom she so badly missed and now the only family she could see but it was all in vain. After coming to terms that her sister was impossible to find she did not leave for the West again but stayed, bitter and ashamed. In 1050 T.A she was granted residency by Elrond of Rivendell but under one condition; she’d be in service of Rivendell and would get reaquainted with the ways and people of Middle Earth.The Nandor had lived in isolation for too long.

Gradually Jaeniver grew to be a person of diplomacy and began her duties of negotiator in 2030 T.A. She got used mostly to maintain links between other elven realms. Later in 2960 T.A she was also send to give council to other people of Middle Earth and was given the titel ambassador of Rivendell with Elrond’s consent.

Dispite her newly given responsiblities she had lay down her work quickly after as war was approaching. Because her past was rather dubious she was ordered to lay asside her duties and stay in Rivendell. From 3018 to 3019 she did not leave the dwelling as far as the gardens. During that year she suffered from confrontations with her past.

With Sauron’s defeat, she came to rest and dedicated herself more then ever to her duties at the beginning of the Fourth Age. As the Fourth Age progressed Jae always returned to Rivendel which now held her home.But one night met Bréhon of the Mark, a captain of king Eomer of Rohan’s eoreds, in the Inn on the Great East Road; The Lucky Fortune Inn. After a rough start the two found themselves in love and Jae, scared with the thought of losing him to time took Mandos’ consolation and abandonned her immortality though Bré remained uncertain of her decision.

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May I say that my character is lost indeed :roll:

I will post Eari's bio as soon as I have found it back. It's hidden somewhere on this machine but I don't know where :P :P

And I thought I would be able to post elenduath's bio but no, it's on the comp in Paris :roll:... I'm so hopeless... Oh wait I know where I can find elenduath's bio. will edit in two seconds
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Name: real name forgotten but renamed Elenduath

Race: one of the Avari, born before the war of the powers

Gender: female

Appearance: 1m80 (it should be about 5'11" ), slender with a rather dark complexion, cold ice blue eyes. Beautiful in spite of the scar that runs down her left cheek. She usually is entirely clad in black with a heavy hooded cloak, which she uses to hide her face for despite her elven face her eyes reveal her cold temper (her glance would make any mortal shudder as if touched by its cold).

Skills:
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Biography: Elendúath and Elengurth were born before the War of the Powers but the only thing she remembers of it, being young still, is the feeling that the earthquake would destroy the World. From that moment on, they distrusted the Valar for they felt they only sought destruction. When centuries later the elves were offered to leave Middle Earth for Aman, where the Valar dwelt the twins had refused to follow, despite their parents’ desire.
The two sisters finally remained on their own, happy to be with one another. They were ambitious and for some time, during which they learnt how to hunt and to fight, they grew mighty among the Avari, though never enough to actually command them. Their ambition did not find content among the Avari, thus they left and took the path the others had to finally enter Nan Emloth before the Unchaining of Melkor. There they met Eöl and in awe of the power and nobility he showed, pledged their allegiance to him. For two Ages of the Stars they served him faithfully and learnt from him how to forge swords. As a reward for their loyalty each was given a galvorn sword. Eventually the sisters planned to leave Nan Emloth and conquered a land of their own but the coming of the Noldor and their claiming of lands of Beleriand prevented them from realising their ambition. And they had the hateful habit to call them Moriquendi; thus they disliked the Eldar for their arrogance, their pride and their power. Yet they did not go against their Lord’s order, and acted not.
But when Eöl met and wedded Aredhel, the twins’ wrath was hardly restrained. They advised him not to follow his wife and son to the Hidden City for they feared this would bring doom on the kingdom of Nan Emloth and their King; the Noldor were too arrogant to accept the Moriquendi in their lands. However he left trusting the land in their hands; finally they had achieved their goal and were ruling. But when Eöl did not come back, they knew their fears were right. They too left the country and started hunting the Noldor to get information about the Hidden City of Gondolin but could not find any. Their wrath was enhanced and soon their hate spread to all elves who were not of their kin, which meant that all elves were doomed. Soon the Men were hated to for they allied with those who were responsible for their Lord’s death. In the late fourth century they went directly for Angband, for they knew that Melkor was the Noldor’s greatest enemy.
Probably glad to find willing help among the elves, Melkor sent them in different missions to kill or bring back other elves he would transform into orcs. When they came back, successful, he let them enter the garrison of the Thangorodrim, where they served under the rule of Sauron. For the next years of the First Age, their hatred of all races was enhanced and fed; torturing and killing became more than a duty. They did it with a pleasure that increased with every victim. Numerous they were those who died under their hands. In I 471, they took part in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad when they desperately tried to reach Turgon but faced the rearguard led by Hurin and could not catch the King of Gondolin. However after 26 years chained upon the Thangorodrim, Hurin unwillingly betrayed the Gondolin’s place. They were the “spies” who captured Maeglin and brought him to Morgoth; their greatest achievement to this day, for Maeglin eventually betrayed the city and brought its Fall, in which both took part. In the heart of Gondolin, while Ecthelion fought against the Lord of the Balrogs they looked for the King eventually finding him and killing him together. In the War of Wrath they only escaped because the Elves thought they had been Nandor taken in the pits of Angband.
During the Second Age, they lived for a while without guidance, killing at will Elves, Dwarfs or Men, but they felt that a new power was rising and that their help would be needed. They finally came to Mordor and served again under the rule of Sauron. They saw the construction of the Morannon and were part of the army destroying the Gwaith-i-Mírdain in II 1697. When the Last Alliance assaulted the Morannon Elenduath thought her chance to kill the last remaining King of the Noldor had come and with this hope and desire she went to battle. However none could stand Aeglos and she barely escaped in her encounter with the Noldor, knowing for the first time in her life what fear was. That meeting with Gil Galad left her a scar running down from the top of her forehead to her jaw and only chance spared her left eye. During the Third Age the twins worked to maintain the bounds between Rhûn and Mordor or Harad and Mordor undermining the efforts made by Gondor. During the War of the Ring, they passed messages between the different armies in the North, where they had asked to be sent; after all the only remaining Noldor were now in Imladris and with Galadriel, last one of the Firsts of the house of Finwë.
They expect the Fourth Age to be the one of their domination now that the greatest powers of the Darkness are lost.

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Okay... so finally I decided to post Nin's bio, because I miss writing her and look for a tale in which she could take life again.

Character biography: Nienor-Niniel

Name : Nienor-Niniel
Nickname : Nin
Age : varies according to RPs, born in 2992 Third Age
Race : Human
Gender : Female
Marital state : varies according to RP, travelling alone until year seven of the Forth Age, when she meets Anorast, then alone again
Height : 1m63 (not the slightest idea in feet)
Weight : definitively not enough, though she loves to cook and to eat, especially chocolate,
Appearance : N-N is blond, with long, straight hair , she has a green-blue eyes. She doesn’t care a lot for her looks nowadays. Her hair is mostly attached in a ponytail and sometimes hidden under a helmet if she wants to be taken for a man.
Outfit : usually with dark-brown leather pants and shirt, leather boots and a large cape, with which she can almost make a small tent if necessary.
Weapons : owns a Rohirrim sword, that she is not afraid to use and a knife. She has a bow, but this is not her preferred weapon, for she is shortsighted. She wears a dagger that she never uses and avoids to touch but never puts down. After year seven F.A, she carries for some time a Dwarven sickle, a magical weapon whose use remains enigmatic for her and she drops it then.
Horse : She was allowed to keep her horse when she left Rohan and she loves it dearly, even if the memory that is connected to it sometimes make her almost curse it. It’s name is Gedeon. Gedeon dies in year seven.
Skills : N-N is very quick, she runs and moves very swiftly and without being tired. Once she was a great singer in Elrond’s house (see bio), but her singing voice is now lost forever. She has a beautiful silver flute, that replaces her voice and she can almost stun people who listen to her play. She is a good cook. N-N prefers to listen than to talk and does not willingly reveal her past or her plans. She doesn’t like to lead but is a good follower and never gives in if she has promised to follow a quest. She speaks elvish (quenya), Rohirrim, but is not always sure of her Westron. (translate : I’m not a native speaker of English)
Biography :
When only a baby of a few weeks, N-N was found on the steps of Rivendell. She wore nothing permitting to identify her and was in bad shape: a skinny little thing with some bruised bones and a peculiar scar, all along her left arm, almost like a snake. The left hand had six fingers, the sixth has been cut when she was six years old. Elrond could heal the baby and agreed to keep her in his house, after all other humans had been fostered at Rivendell, though of nobler lineage. The elves named her Nienor-Niniel after the story of Turin-Turambar, because like in this song, she didn’t know where she was coming from and too seemed to be a child of tears. She lived a happy childhood in Rivendell, but never felt really home there. Nobody was her exclusive parent, she was a little bit everybody’s and nobody’s child. Elrond’s attitude towards humans had changed since he knew that Arwen would give up her immortality for Aragorn.
N-N had a beautiful voice and became a fully trained singer in Elrond’s house. When aged sixteen, she fell almost madly in love with one of the elves of Rivendell, named Liudares. She was then a requested singer and very beautiful. But it was obvious that Elrond would not tolerate another union of elves and men in his house, thinking that they brought to much suffering upon the world. So she became Liudares lover in secret. When she understood that he would never give up his immortality for her and that, one day, he would leave for the West and the undying shores of Valinor, she decided that if he would not share immortality with her, that she would share mortality with him. She couldn’t bear the idea that she would spend the rest of her life without him, or that he should have any happiness without her.
In the grey morning after their last love night, she pulled out a dagger and cut both of their throats in a swift movement. Liudares yell for help brought a lot of people along, so N-N could be saved, but for him all help came to late. And she lost the child she was bearing without knowing it. Her singing voice was lost forever.
When she could get up again, she was banned from Rivendell, because even if the Elves know that it is a seeming death, the slaying of an elf is a hideous crime followed by severe punishment. She was then full of anger towards the elves and sixteen years old.
For the next five years N-N wandered in the wild, alone most of the time.In her heart she was looking for forgiveness and the feeling of guilt never really left her. Often, she tried to make herself forget by drinking or starving, but always found a way back. She was lacking the beauty of the elvish songs and learned all alone to play the flute. As she had seen only very little humans during her years in Rivendell, she was afraid of them. But still she wanted to believe in men rather than in elves. She quickly learned to hide herself quickly and to follow a group of warriors without being seen. She can move almost as silently and swiftly as an elf.
These years of wandering have hardened her mind and filled her with regret, but her anger and her restlessness were as vivid as ever. Though she was always looking for a key to the mystery of her origins, she never found someone who knew anything about her scar or a six-fingered baby.
When she arrived in Rohan after five years of errant, she was sick and weary. She found shelter in a Rohirrim village and stayed there. After a fierce fight against orcs, the other villagers adopted her, and she married to one of the Riders of the Mark, named Théadon. Together they had a child, a son (Haleth), whose name she does not speak out loud. For a long time, she remembered those three years in Rohan as moments of bliss. But she was tormented by remorse and by the memory of the child she had killed before it was born. So she decided to open her heart to her husband, hoping and trusting his love for her. However, when she told him about her youth and her crime, he realized that he couldn’t live with her anymore. He first would allow her to stay for the child’s sake, but if she couldn’t live with Théadon, she didn’t want to stay in the village. She had understood that finally she loved her husband more than she had loved her elvish lover, though it was in a quiet way and not with the mad despair of her youth. So she left her son with his aunt, Eolynd.
So she parted once more, cast away. But she was not as hopeless and angry as she had been eight years ago. She was then out in the wild for two more years, fighting with the wild men against the orcs of Isengard. It seemed to her that she should be home nowhere, and that from the day she was born, nobody ever wanted to keep her.
In year one of the F.A. she met with SilverScribe and travelled for a while with her group. At the crossing of Rohan, she heard for the first time that Théadon had not returned from the War. After her voyage with the company, NN decided to look for him and took the road through all MiddleEarth. Though she never had got any news, she accepted after a while that he would never come back and has fallen in the War.
A few visits in Rohan showed her that her child was growing up happily and she stayed on the road, becoming a bard, playing flute in various places. The feeling of guilt was still her main motivation for anything she did.
When she heard for the first time of the Mithril Knights, she did not even dare to hope to join them, but Lord Elbren took her in training. This is where she met Anorast, falling deeply in love with the elf. However, she is was doubtful if her love for an elf would not be her doom once again and never managed trust her own feelings completely, even lest his.
Indeed, soon her doubts would prove right and feeling the familiar call of madness and fear rise in her heart, she decided to leave him, the Mithril Knights and the Sickle (see above) to take the road again, heading for a simple life.

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Name: Legyviel Khelekwen, Lady of ice


Age: over 5000 years old (and still young!;))


Eye colour: icy blue


Hair: extremely long- reaches almost to her knees. Is Bluish-silver and since attracts attention always tied up and hidden away under her hood.


Height: 5’10” (approx. 177cm) - tall and slender, but tough.


Occupation: restless wanderer, unwilling warrior, solitary scribe.


Personality: eternally calm and reserved, Legyviel has no temper to speak of. She has a wry humor that’s gotten her in trouble more than a few times, and hesitates to kill, for though she’s been trained in the arts of war, she’s not much of a warrior. A bit of a dreamer, she’s still pretty sharp and picks up on things quickly. Loves sleeping.


Means of travel: usually goes around on foot, but when she gets tired or needs to cover long distances in a short time, she shapeshifts into a bird of prey and flies.


Appearance: Typical travel clothes: under a long black cloak that covers her entire body, she wears a soft tunic and breaches, in blue colours shot with white. Soft black kid shoes cover her feet. Around her neck is a silver chain on which an odd-shaped pendant is hanging- a gem suspended between two wings carved of crystal.


Weapons: being an elf, obviously she carries a bow along with a quiver of arrows made from her own eagle feathers and which is thankfully full for the most part. Two long-knives, as well, and a number of daggers hidden in many places on her body (being a traveller has taught her one can never be too careful) Also carries a sword, something not so usual for elves, which is seldom drawn and often hidden under the dark folds of her cloak. More adornment than actual weapon, but its blade is kept sharp.


Special powers: Is a shapeshifter- can change shape into birds of prey due to the Maiar blood in her veins. Her sword is able to store huge amounts of raw power, and has writing scrawled on it that often changes, giving advice and sarcasticly wry comments.


Histroy: Born around the year 1500 of the second age, Legyviel was the daughter of a forbidden liaison, between her mother Oreath, Tharanduil’s niece, and an unnamed maiar. The knowledge of who her father was kept hidden from her all through her childhood, which was rather an uncomfortable one, for she always felt she was different, and never did quite fit in. However, being one in whom curiosity stirred greatly, she eventually found letters that the two had written to each other, long ago.

Furious with her mother for not telling her the truth, she left her home in Lothlorien and wandered north to Mirkwood, to live with her kinfolk there for a time. But she was restless there, feeling the blood of her Maiar flowing through her, and soon left again. To the east she wandered, but it was a wild and unhabitable land, full of lawless wildmen, thus she did not stay long. To the south she never ventured, for it was a land of sand and scouring hot winds, which was a climate that had never suited the cold-loving elf.

Thus it passed finally that at the beginning of the third age she wandered north, having heard that it was a land of ice and snow, and because it was far, far away from her home, Lorien. The road led her through the yet unfounded land of Angmar, and she thought that land was indeed beautiful and fertile at the time.

Before she could reach her destination, however, the elf was caught in one of the fierce and famous blizzards of Talath Uichel. Blinded and lost, she was rescused by a Forochel warrior named Thalion. He took her back to his tribe, the bloody hawk tribe, and nursed her back to health. By that time they had become friends, and Legyviel had told him of her hope of staying in the northern land. He laughed at her, telling her not unkindly that she had been crazy to think she could have survived the blizzards that usually greeted visitors to this far land. Undaunted, she asked him nevertheless if she could stay. He told her she could ask the leader of the tribe and his shaman.

So she met with the tribe leader. His shaman, a former black numenorean, realised she had some odd power in her which stemmed from her Maiar lineage. He pleaded on her behalf and she was allowed to become his apprentice. His name was Narmir.

For the entire duration of the third age, Legyviel stayed with the lossoth people, learning from them and teaching them about her world, for the place was indeed a world apart. She was initiated into the tribe, and became as one with the people, feeling more at home with them than she had in her real home. Isolated from the troubles of the west in that time, she also missed the entire war of the ring.

But The Dark Lord’s power grew steadily, and soon even in the far north of Middle-Earth, his influence was felt. So there came a time, in the year 3440 of the TA, when the war of the ring was in full swing, that Forochel had it’s own battles to fight. For one night the blizzards came, yowling like a pack of wolves, finding every nook and cranny to penetrating, freezing the people swathed in their fur-skin coats. And they would not stop.

Day after day the snow monsters waged war with each other, hurtling stones at the lossoth encampment, and altogether making too much noise for anyone’s comfort. Thus a council was called, and the leader of The Bloody Hawk tribe along with the leaders of neighbouring tribes considered the matter, argueing and weighing decisions. At last, it was decided that they should follow the river Lhuchir to the greener pastures of Järvimaa.

The way was long, cold and riddled with danger. The strong and hardy were sent first to make way for the weaker, and were led by Legyviel’s friend Thalion, who had become increasingly close to her. But the power of nature is unsurpassed, and the doughty men of Forochel found that the raging blizzards made everything tenfold harder to achieve. Nonetheless, they did at last make it further north, but not without consequence: many good folk had perished, and so had Thalion, the quiet, strong and sweet lossoth, who’s loss everyone felt keenly. Legyviel felt shattered, for she had loved Thalion as if he was the brother she had never had. Suddenly, the harsh bleakness of Forochel hit Legyviel- hard. The appeal of the frozen landscape was lost along with Thalion, and the elf realised it was time she went south again, and faced her past.

As if having heard her decision, a message came arrived from her mother not long after, asking Legyviel to return to Lorien for a time before she passed away to the west. Reluctant to meet her mother after so long, yet knowing she needed this closure, Legyviel said her farewells to Narmir, Thalion and her lossoth friends, and made the long and lonely way back south.

Thus it passed that in the 5th year of FA, Legyviel Khelekwen returned to Lorien, to face her past at last and sort out it’s tangled knots.
Another character bio to come as well, if we're lucky :wink:

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