Characters

[Majsju]

Ok, this is the place where your bios will be posted (by me). The idea is that you send me a pm with the bio, and when it's approved I'll post it here. If there's both a WOT and a LOTR-rpg going on at the same time I'll figure something incredibly intelligent out, like different colours for them or something.

[Minya Collowen]

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Quote: (A witty quote depicting your character's personality.)

Full Name: (First, middle, and last name. Some characters may not have last or middle names.)

Nick Name(s): (What some may call your character, whether the character likes it or not.)

Age:

Age Appearance: (Some characters look younger or older, for various reasons.)

Sex:

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Weight:

Ears: (be creative if you'd like)

Hair Color:

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Weapons:

Powers/Skills: (Advantages and abilities... Not limited to combat. Is the character a good cook? Good with a needle and thread? Characters do not have to be combative. In fact, the most interesting ones usually aren't.)

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: (Can range from weaknesses in battle, to personality disadvantages like fear of things.)

Favorite Food: (What the character wants to eat the most.)

Least Favorite Food: (What the character wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole.)

Favorite Color(s): (Usually the colors the character wears, or are just fond of.)

Least Favorite Colors: (Colors the character probably wouldn't wear. Pink is overused in this category.)

Getup: (The general style of clothing/outfit the character is seen wearing.)

Family: (Parents? Siblings? Children? Perhaps the family, or part of it, is deceased or adopted.)

Mate: (Girlfriend/Boyfriend, Wife/Husband?)

Hometown: (The town in which the character grew up.)

Behavior: (A few adjectives describing the general behavior of the character.)

Fears: (What is the character afraid of?)

Religion:

Appearance:
(What does the character look like? Clothing, fur, eye color, hair type, etc. Everything. A detailed description. Please avoid using a thesaurus religiously.)


Personality:
(The most important part of your character. What do they act like? Who are they? It could be influenced by their past, or part of their nature. Think this part through and make it good. Try to go for something original, but still fun to play. Characters may have odd behavior quirks that make them stand out. Put it all here.)

Background:
(Their past, their history. Where did they grow up? Why are they who they are today? It can be told in third or first person.)

Why you're on this mission: (why have you decided to partake in this mission? what is your purpose? do you have emotional reasoning? were you obligated? why?)

[Boromir]

Quote: The SWORD is mightier than any pen

Full Name: Aginor Faulkner

Nick Name(s): Aginor the Brute

Age: 26

Age Appearance: 34

Sex: Male

Species: Man

Height: 6'1

Weight: 180 lbs

Ears: normal

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Weapons: Longsword, longbow

Powers/Skills: Good with hand to hand combat. Also a good hunter and ranger.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Prideful, not very social

Favorite Food: rabbit soup

Least Favorite Food: flat bread

Favorite Color(s): earthen tones

Least Favorite Colors: yellows

Getup: tunic over pants and boots, all earth toned

Family: no known relatives

Mate: missing love he's trying to forget

Hometown: doesn't remember, he's a drifter

Behavior: informative, agile, independant, sly, curious, and adventurous

Fears: becoming attatched to someone or something, because he might lose them or it

Religion: none

Appearance: Average height, broad shouldered, shaved beard (so...none). He wears his hair down, just above his shoulders. He wears no sort of adornments or jewels, just the day worn earth toned clothes on his back. Carries his longsword, and longbow, along with a few hidden knives and a small pack he hangs across his shoulder and rests against his hip.

Personality: He's a quiet man who likes to keep to himself. His past has haunted him all his life, since he was a child, and he now keeps his distance from others...emotionally. He has a love who he cannot find nor return to.

Background: All he remembers is his family's slaughtering during a war as a child. He can't remember anymore of them and that has affected him all his life. He now seeks escape in any little thing that could occupy his mind and evade past memories.

Why you're on this mission: He seeks a mission to keep his mind busy, and perhaps find purpose.

[Allison]

Quote: Why fight when you can hide AND not fall down in front of the enemy?

Full Name: Amara Nelevarie

Nick Name(s): Marr

Age: 22

Age Appearance: 22

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 120 lbs

Ears: Normal

Hair Color: Auburn

Eye Color: Gray

Weapons: Knife, staff

Powers/Skills: She can be persuasive (or stubborn, depending) and won't give up in a fight. Her combat skills aren't too shabby but her skills at hiding are even better. Her one talent is that she can make herself cry on comand. She has also been well educated so she can read and write several languages.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: She is clumsy the majority of the time and is incapable of cooking anything edible. Also, many of the languages she has learned are no longer in use or are obscure, and therefore useless.

Favorite Food: Any kind of fruit.

Least Favorite Food: Day-old stew

Favorite Color(s): Greens and blues

Least Favorite Colors: Oranges

Getup: Usually in a long dress, with sturdy boots underneath and a dark green cloak over top.

Family: Her parents are Mikel and Serah, and she is the youngest of three children, and the only girl.

Mate: Fiancé named Kael.

Hometown: A small village called Brier

Behavior: Stubborn, intelligent, resourceful, arrogant

Fears: Fire and large flying insects like moths and dragonflies.

Religion: Atheism

Appearance: She is average looking, in size and appearance. Her auburn hair is long, reaching her lower back, and is usually kept in a braid. Her gray eyes have a hint of blue in certain lights and she tends to line them with kohl. Her face is oval and her nose is slightly too big. She wears a silver ring on her hand given to her by her fiancé and a matching necklace around her throat. Her clothes are simple but well cut, hinting that she must have a fair amount of money somewhere. She carries a medium sized knife in one of her boots for emergencies and walks around with a large wooden staff with characters carved into it.

Personality: Being the youngest in her family, she is used to getting what she wants, whatever the means. She can be reasoned with, even if it's rare when she'll admit she was wrong. She's a mix of forwardness, naiveté, and shyness, often leading her to say stupid thngs. She tends to stutter when embarrassed and bite her bottom lip when nervous or excited.

Background: She grew up in a happy household with her parents and two older brothers. Her parents owned a shop and enjoyed spoiling their little girl. They sent her off to a nearby city for a couple years to give her a better education and by the time she had returned, she felt out of place. Her village no longer held the same charm for her and she wanted to go out and see the world. She arranged to spend another year at the school as sort of an apprentice and there she met her soon-to-be fiancé. There she also picked up some combat skills, mainly for self defence, and returned home to find her eldest brother gone away and her father sick. She stayed at home until her father recovered, then snuck away one night, leaving only a note saying that she needed to go find herself. She's been on her own ever since, sending the occasional letter to her family and fiancé.

Why you're on this mission: She had no real idea what she was getting into when she signed up, other than a chance to see the world and maybe find out if there was anything more to life. However, she stayed from the urge to defend innocent people like her family.

Pic of Amara:

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[Melda]

Quote: "I'm not your average Elf."

Full Name: Silvana Moratelpë

Nick Name(s): Silvana

Age: Around 6500

Age Appearance: She looks like she's a human in her twenties most times, though there's no doubt she's an Elf. Sometime, depending on how she's acting, she can look like a teen, or up into her 30s.

Sex: Female

Species: Elf

Height: 5'5''

Weight: 125 lbs.

Ears: Noticably pointed, yet not to much as to look unnatural.

Hair Color: Golden-brown

Eye Color: Dark, some times they look like a dark chocolate brown, or sometimes they can look pitch black.

Weapons: Moratelpë, her sword made from black and silver colored metels.

Powers/Skills: She fights excellent with her sword. She has a nack for making people laugh and enjoys doing it, the world seems too sad to her.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: She never could use a bow and regrets it from time to time. She is quite proud of her race and anything else someone's complimented her about, she is actually proud of her pride and doesn't let go of it even though some bad things have happened because of it. Her smiles and playful nature make some people look down on her. Though underneath it all she is quite wise, 6500 years on earth does that to a person.

Favorite Food: Anything sweet and filling.

Least Favorite Food: Anything that smells suspicious...

Favorite Color(s): Silvana prefers blacks, greys, and whites for her clothes, but she enjoys all the colors of the sunset.

Least Favorite Colors: Browns and light blues.

Getup: She is usually seen wearing a loose lace up shirt covered with a grey poncho type thing on top, easy to move in leggings and light boots. She sometimes will wear a very light bit of chain mail when she thinks she might be in combat.

Family: Her brother and father were killed in the battle that drove her away from her home. Her mother and sister were made captive and she hasn't seen them since and has a feeling she never will.

Mate: None

Hometown: Nargothrond

Behavior: Funny, clumsy, spirited, proud, amiable.

Fears: Losing things she loves, captivity, being looked down on.

Religion: She loves nature and relys on her people's goddess of the earth for her strength.

Appearance:
She has long, wavy golden brown hair which she wears down and religously keeps combed and smooth. She has a limber body which she normally keeps up gracefully.


Personality:
Light hearted & a little sarcastic...in a good way. Cannot be made angry most times, instead she waves it off, or argues back in cool tones. She is sometimes very straight forward and frank, expecially when meeting people. She is also quite the busybody. A leader from birth, and like to have things organized. She loves laughter, her fathers name for her when she was young was Laithoniel meaning laughter-kindler. She has a passion for adventures, she loves the thrill and the people she meets on them. She is always very helpful with things she deems a good cause. She doesn't dwell on the past because she knows she cannot change it, she doesn't fear the future because she knows "There is always hope while the sun rises." She is very sociable and her clumsy yet enjoyable antics are enjoyed by most except those who harbor bitterness and don't appreciate her smiles and care-free ways.

Background: She grew up in the caves of Nargothrond. She was closest to her brother, when their father started training him in matters of war she was always their watching. Her brother loved to show her what he had learned, and being the teaching sort he taught her much about swordfighting. But Silvana never did think she'd have to actually fight against any enemy...she dreaded wars and battles, but when an assault on her city came around and the scene of both her brother and father falling after her mother and sister had been carried off, a rage of anger overcame her. She grabbed a sword from a fallen Elf and started fighting with all her might. Yet soon she grew tired and was captured. As she moved closer to her thralldom Silvana's firey spirit flared up again and with the cunning mind she was born with she escaped.
Most times after that she just wandered in search of her adventures, there seemed nothing else to do since she wasn't the type of person that could settle down and stay at home, but she enjoys her venturing and wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Why you're on this mission: As mentioned before Silvana always needs something to keep her up and going, she can't settle down in one place for long so she is always out and about hunting down adventures. She wants to see new places and meet new people. She's never been on a real quest for something, just places and people, she's relishing the idea of a new sort of venture.

[Kamiri (Ianthe)]

Quote: "Keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to."

Full Name: Ianthe “Ozella” (the child in the shadows)

Nick Name(s): anthe, or occasionally, Oz

Age: 20, or there-abouts. She has never been entirely sure of her age...

Age Appearance: As above. She can only go by her looks in any attempt to discern her age, because of not knowing about her childhood

Sex: Female

Species: Human as far as she knows, though this is unclear

Height: a little taller than average...

Weight: hmm... average? I don’t know...

Ears: Normal (apparently)

Hair Color: Long, wavy and copper coloured, with blond and auburn streaks

Eye Color: Her eyes change colour, although they are generally dark hazel.

Weapons: Prefers to use twin swords, but may also use a recurve bow or daggers.

Powers/Skills: Sleight of hand – has been known to resorting to stealing food in order to survive earlier in life, although it has been some years since she has had to do this. She can wield her weapons (just in case it wasn’t obvious [although her ability with throwing daggers is adequate]). She tells stories – used to entertain her younger brother with them – and plays the flute (and various other instruments)– will never travel anywhere without it. She is an accomplished rider and hunter. Has some magical ability, although this is mainly to do with healing. She always carries an assortment of herbal potions and things ‘in case of accidents.’ Also, because she grew up with the travellers, and learnt to act, she is a good liar. Ambidextrous, a skilled climber, and a good head for heights.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Claustrophobia, which developed from an incident in childhood – this does not always extend to large crowds. Her sharp tongue often gets her into trouble. She can be stubborn and temperamental although she is quick to get over her angers. She may hold grudges. Allergy to peanuts… (hey, it was creative and different… how many other characters have allergies?)

Favorite Food: fruits.

Least Favorite Food: peanuts

Favorite Color(s): Natural colours, so brown, green or grey

Least Favorite Colors: orange or pink (sorry)

Getup: When at a particular place, she will wear a long, loose-sleeves dress, but usually will wear trousers and a long tunic that reaches her knees over a simple shirt. Also, a cloak when the weather is cold or wet. She always wears the gold amulet that is her only connection to her past

Family: It is unknown who her true parents are. When she was two, her mother stumbled upon the camp of the travellers one night, before Ianthe’s baby brother was born. She lived long enough after the birth of her son to name him (Brae) and to give Ianthe’s name. She died before a family name could be given. Ianthe was found wearing an amulet around her neck with the word ‘Ozella’ engraved into it, and she and her brother have since adopted it as a surname. She grew up with the travellers, learning how to wield her swords and the bow, also to ride, and to use instruments.

Mate:[.b] Single at present

Hometown: growing up with the travellers, she has no particular home town

Behavior: Cheeky, impulsive, stubborn, quick thinking, energetic, curiosity, fiercely independant

Fears: Small spaces, but can handle them if thinking determinedly of something else

Religion: None in particular. Follow your heart; follow your dream; and truth will show you the way. The travelling people have a habit of burning their dead, because it's too hard to bury the bodies in a place which they may never return to. They believe that the spirit of the person travels up with the smoke, and may continue wandering the world after death. Ianthe feels guilty that she was not able to do this for those in her caravan after it was attacked







Appearance: Ianthe appears to be about 20 years old (although, as before, this isn’t certain). She has fairly long wavy copper-coloured hair with blonde and auburn streaks that she usually ties back, or knots loosely at the back of her head. Her face is pretty, with an impish smile, and eyes that change colour according to her mood, although they are generally a dark hazel colour.
She often wears earth-coloured trousers, and a long tunic (knee length) in a dark green or grey, with a loose shirt underneath, as she finds this allows more freedom in movement when travelling, and a thick grey-green cloak. If any particular place for a length of time, she will change this for the more widely accepted fashion of a long dress, usually loose sleeved, although these are often tied back against her arms around camp. Her dresses are generally green or grey, although sometimes may be blue or dark purple. She always wears the gold amulet that was left to her as a last link to her past, although she does not understand its significance.
When travelling, she wears her twin swords in crossed scabbards across her back, although when in towns, will discard them for a few well hidden daggers, as she understands that many people think it unnecessary for a woman to openly carry a sword.


Personality: Can be secretive and mysterious, and appear distant about aspects of her past, although she can seem open and friendly. She is cheeky, impulsive, stubborn, quick thinking, impatient, curious and energetic. She has a mischievous sense of humour, but has a compassionate disposition. She can also be temperamental and quick to anger, revealing her sharp tongue (which often gets her into trouble) but she is fast to get over her anger. She may hold grudges in extreme cases.
She is loyal to friends and her adoptive family, although there aren’t many of these left to her… and at the same time, is extremely independant, and hates to show her weaknesses
Not afraid to share her opinions, but is open to the opinions of others at the same time. Ambidextrous, a skilled climber with a good head for heights. An easy manner and natural grace.


Background: Ianthe doesn’t know much about her early past – she was only two when her mother died after the birth of her younger brother (called Brae), leaving both of them to be brought up with the band of travellers who had taken their mother in when Brae was born. The only link she has to this mysterious past is the golden amulet that she wears around her neck, with the word ‘Ozella’ engraved on the surface. Of all her possessions, Ianthe values this the most, although at the same time, she despises it for the abandonment it represents. It is a part of her, as much as anything can be, although she will deny it with a passion if anyone challenges her with it. Still, she understands that it is inescapable – something that she cannot feel complete without, even if she chose to be rid of it, and this, she feels, is the worst part of it.
Most of her childhood has been spent with the travellers, learning skills from her foster family. She and her brother learnt to ride, to hunt, to use weapons (bow, sword, throwing knives [although she has never been so strong at the last of these]). She was also taught how to play instruments, other performance skills, some healing skills, and how to lie.
When she was nine, she decided to leave the travellers to try and find her real family. It was on this ‘adventure’ that she learnt to steal, when in need of food. This expedition lasted only a year, when she finally managed to return to her travelling family, unable to find a trace of her true family.
It was also on her journey that she developed her fear of enclosed spaces. This was the result of having been caught for stealing a small cake from a cooling rack from on a farmhouse window. The farmer was so angry at caching her that she was locked in a cupboard inside the farmhouse for a night. It was a time of panic for Ianthe, as she wasn’t sure what would happen to her. Fortunately, the farmhouse was too distant from the nearest town to hand her over to the law. In the morning, the family let her out, and warned her never to come back. Since that time, she has not stolen, and has also been afraid of small dark spaces, like the cupboard in which she was kept.
Recently, the travellers she lived with were attacked by the creatures. Ianthe escaped, although she doesn’t know if anyone else from the caravan survived. She has joined this venture for the revenge of those she has loved and lost. She hasn’t seen her brother since the night of the attack, but she believes he is still alive somewhere, and hopes that some day they may be reunited. At the same time, she still longs to discover her true family, and the meaning of her amulet, and its word ‘Ozella’

Why you’re on this mission: She wants revenge for the death of her adoptive family, but also seeks the truth about her true family.

[Xyloe]

Quote: “Look to the stars”

Full Name: Luna Maye Wasser

Nick Name(s): Luna

Age: 479

Age Appearance: 23 (to humans)

Sex: Female

Species: Faerie

Height: 4’10 when in her “human” form

Weight: 95 lbs

Ears: pointed

Hair Color: Jet black

Eye Color: Light blue

Weapons: None

Powers/Skills: Magic, Healing, Sewing

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: not very sociable, rather sensitive at times

Favorite Food: blueberries

Least Favorite Food: meat

Favorite Color(s): blue, yellow, and black

Least Favorite Colors: bright colors like magenta, bright red, lime green, anything not found in the night sky or on the earth

Getup: Dark blue corset w/ pale star-pattern fabric shirt underneath; loose skirt w/ many dark colored, yet partially transparent layers, usually black on the bottom, to indigo, to lighter shades of blue; with gold coins attached at the bottom; wings are different shades of purple

Family: Her father died when she was about 4, since then, she’s been withdrawn and looks to the night for comfort. She has 5 brothers and 3 sisters. She’s considered the outcast.

Mate: Doesn’t have a mate, wouldn’t mind one, but isn’t really looking

Hometown: Fiume Valley

Behavior: She’s pretty easy going once she gets comfortable. First impressions of her usually include the word “shy.”

Fears: Ending up being alone

Religion: Polytheism

Appearance: Fair skin, short and slender. Long jet black hair, usually tied back, though some strands still hang down in her face. Clothing as described above. Her wings are purple and blue.


Personality:
She's rather shy at first. She doesn't trust many people, and definitely not when she first meets them. She can be skeptical at times, but once she feels comfortable, she's pretty easy going. She likes to laugh though she doesn't often (or at least recently), and enjoys making others laugh with her. She doesn't like confrontation, so tries to stay avoid certain situations.

Background:
She grew up in Fiume Valley, a prospering Faerie colony. She’s kind of an odd faerie, born with dark hair and prefers the night over the lighted thriving earth. Since her appearance and preferences seem to be odd, other faeries shunned her. She looked to her father for comfort, but when he died when she was only 4, she became withdrawn from the world and looked to the night for comfort, thinking that her father was up with the stars. Her hobbies include sewing, which she’s rather good at (she makes her own clothes), and

Why you're on this mission: She feels like she needs to actually be productive, and maybe she can actually help people. She doesn’t like to be an outcast, and feels like by helping, she might be able to make more friends and accomplish something, perhaps make a name for herself.

I also have a drawing posted in my art section, "Xylo's Drawings."

[Ziggy]

Quote: "..."

Full Name: Lenos Lorvos

Nick Name(s): Illian The Watcher (Two people know his real name. Everyone else knows him has Illian)

Age: 24

Age Appearance: 24

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 173 lb.

Ears: slightly small, nothing special

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: dark brown

Weapons: Twin long knives, short sword, short bow, and a belt of throwing daggers

Powers/Skills: A rogue. Master of stealth and infiltration. Extremely well trained with some magical artifacts for aid.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Dark and somewhat cold blooded. (still generally good though)

Favorite Food: no favorites

Least Favorite Food: see above

Favorite Color(s): black, dark green or red or brown. Fancier things tend to have gold or silver.

Least Favorite Colors: Bright yellow, orange, and red. Anything that stands out greatly.

Getup: Black studded leather cuirass, greaves, and leggings. Dark brown, soft soled boots. A great black cloak with hood.

Family: none that he can remember

Mate: none

Hometown: Hemur (currently not existant due to his past)

Behavior: Dark, quiet, quick to the point, unnoticed

Fears: Becoming senile or insane. Also of having no purpose.

Religion: believes in one god but does not worship in any perticular group

Appearance:
Pale skin from being out in the night more than the day. Dark intelligent eyes that show no hint of his thoughts. Usually dressed in his leathers and cloak with a bow on his back and his weapons concealed. His hair is beginning to get longer and constantly messed up by his hood. He stands quietly and usually away from large amounts of light or people if he can. Likes to blend in with shadows often so people tend to lose track of him.

Personality:
His hometown was destroyed and he became a dark and quiet child. He took to living on his own and found he had a knack for the rogue's line of work. He's killed before and has no problem with it. He's intelligent and rarely speaks unless necessary. He's reasonable and thinks things out, listening to what everyone says and thinks. Constantly re-evaluating the situation.

Background:
Hemur is his hometown. Destroyed in a manner which he never talks of. He took the streets of cities all over the world and had a knack for the rogue arts. Know's his way around a city, but learned of the wild by travelling with a ranger years ago.

Why you're on this mission: Money partly, and mostly the need to feel he's doing something important and full of purpose

[SwordBound]

Quote: I dare you to laugh at me when holding my sword

Full Name: Aniyah Shovaine

Nick Name(s): Ani [only close friends may call her that]

Age: 19

Age Appearance: 19

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 120lbs

Ears: human/normal

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Weapons: the schiavona [Named: Vona] which she carries strapped to her belt. Picture:

Powers/Skills: Known for agility and quick thinking and reflexes.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Sensitive

Favorite Food: Cheese-pie

Least Favorite Food: steamed pears

Favorite Color(s): shades of blue, black, and grey

Least Favorite Colors: orange

Getup: Loose fitting gown, dress-like, yet flexible enough for combat.

Family: Single child of adopted parents

Mate: Intended to marry someone back home. {arranged marriage}

Hometown: Doesn't remember

Behavior: Quiet and keeps to herself

Fears: Fear of heights

Religion: Believes in God (ancient christian faith), however chooses to worship alone

Appearance: Fair skinned, scar on left cheek (she's never told anyone how she received it), long black hair that curls in ringlets down to her waist. Boots beneath her loose-fitting silver/blue/black gown.


Personality: Has always anjoyed adventure and was known to seek it when young. Since she's an only child, she has had no true social life and therefore keeps quiet and to herself. She's sensitive toward others and quite sophisticated, though she chooses not to show it at times.

Background: Abandoned as a child, she was taken and sheltered with her adopted parents. Through them, she learned that despite the harsh cruelty she had faced in life, there was still good in this world. She adores her adopted parents and would do anything to help them (for they are poor). She is soon to be married (arranged marriage, as acustomed) when she returns and doesn't seem to care much about it. She wishes for adventure as she did when still a child.

Why you're on this mission: She's hoping to win a sense of pride in achieving a great deed, and hoping for some sort of reward that may help her maintain her loving parents who suffer from poverty.

Picture: <----Drawn by 2000-2005 Jason 'Sunshine' Carswell. NOT ME!!!!

[Arien]

Quote: “I do not love the bright sword for it's sharpness, nor the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend”

Full Name: Arien

Nick Name(s): Ari or sometimes Ranger Girl (by those who don’t know her at all.

Age: 18

Age Appearance: she seems young, but she is wiser than you may think.

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 127lbs.

Ears: Normal, she’s only human

Hair Color: Brunette with what seems like Gold threads, smooth silky. Always neat and clean. Depends on her mood whether it’s up or down.

Eye Color: A clear, but deep hazel forest green.

Weapons: Archer and Swordsman, can also do really well with a cross bow.

Powers/Skills: Excellent tracker, and does well with a bow.

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Arien is too light, sometimes good sometimes bad.

Favorite Food: Lembas Bread (she eats little)

Least Favorite Food: bugs should it come to it she’d rather starve

Favorite Color(s): Navy blue, black, silver, gold, and dark green, also light green.
Least Favorite Colors: hot pink

Getup: As for her attire, she wears elvish tunic, light green embroidered in gold fit for royalty even the fabric is rare, wearing somewhat loose pants and boots that go to her ankles they are light and have but a single buckle across the top. and to accent her curvy waist she has a belt, one adorned with the finest elvish weapons forged with some shards of mithral, a dagger, a sword, and a bow and a quiver of arrows adorn her back, she was quick, light and left not a track on the solid earth beneath her feet.

Family: She doesn’t know what happened to her family, since the age of about 12 she raised herself along with the help of those in Gondor and the elves.

Mate: None

Hometown: She was born in Gondor but she was raised in Rivendell

Behavior: : She keeps to herself, is lonely but doesn’t really know how to work with others only if she feels like it.

Fears: Being outnumbered by orcs or anything of the sort.

Religion: Doesn’t have one

Appearance: Now Arien, she is different. Her appearance is very deceiving. She is a beautiful girl. Mostly mistaken for being an elf, but she is human, mortal, she can die. Her eyes are hazel green, brilliant hues of green outlined in gold. Her skin is flawless not a scar or bruise or a scratch upon her, her lips are smooth a light pink that blends perfectly with her completion. Her hair was a true brunette, an almost unfound brown with what seems to be strands of gold in it. As for her attire, she wears elvish tunic, light green embroidered in gold fit for royalty even the fabric is rare, wearing somewhat loose pants and boots that go to her ankles they are light and have but a single buckle across the top. and to accent her curvy waist she has a belt, one adorned with the finest elvish weapons forged with some shards of mithral, a dagger, a sword, and a bow and a quiver of arrows adorn her back, she was quick, light and left not a track on the solid earth beneath her feet. Her tracking skills are keen and her eyes and senses trained well so that she may feel any dark presence around her. Arien is a ranger of the eastern forest, and proud of it she shows it well, her left arm has the tattoo of an elven warrior the tattoo stating her name in elvish, the language in which she could read, write and speak very well. If anyone was to see her they would consider themselves lucky for most that know her, laid dead before her, those she met were usually assassins, marauders, and of that sort, and they were intruding and doing evil in her forest and she would not tolerate that. She did have a soft side, but you would really have to get to know her in order to see it, she has no love, often at times she is alone and feels such but there is not much she can do. So she does not let her feelings interfere.

Personality: She was a serious person, had hardly any friends. If anyone was to see her they would consider themselves lucky for most that know her, laid dead before her, those she met were usually assassins, marauders, and of that sort, and they were intruding and doing evil in her forest and she would not tolerate that. She did have a soft side, but you would really have to get to know her in order to see it, she has no love, often at times she is alone and feels such but there is not much she can do. So she does not let her feelings interfere.

Background: Arien is very lightweight. She has to be for she doesn’t like to be tracked. She’s about 5’6" and is very quick. She’s a willing learner, if there’s something that she doesn't know then she will listen and pay attention attentively. She’s mellow but also fierce at the same time and knows not to show weakness especially in front of the enemy. Arien is strong and independent. She prefers to be alone and will spend every waking moment with the elves if she could. She is respectful calling everyone she meets My Lord or My Lady, that is how she was taught and she will not spill blood unless it is necessary.

Arien grew up in Gondor, but the city was constantly under attack and she was tired of seeing death all around her so she decided to go to Lord Elrond for his help. He recommended that she was to become a ranger so that she would have some authority over the battles that would go on and that’s exactly what she did. Arien trained long and hard with Borimir and Farimir and she became a skilled archer and learned the right way to wield a sword, but when she was to leave Gondor to try and be the ranger that she wanted to be Borimir would not let her go. She had become so good that he put her in charge of the command posts around Gondor so that she could tell soldiers where they were needed the most on the wall. Arien didn’t like the idea but she stayed…

(she left them for a long while to train with elves, where her passion lies, she loves the elves they enchant her and some of their qualities rubbed off on her. For one their accent and their language she knows very well. She is good friends with Legolas, always has been, and even more so with Aragorn. All her weapons are elvish, and her clothing, some would describe her as an elf without pointy ears for she is so beautiful that the only thing that does separate her from an elf is the ears...)

The battle at Osgiliath is where she lost her patience for Borimir and his brother. They had left a group of soldiers outside of the wall to be a distraction so that the rest could try and do a counter from the top of the wall. Arien couldn’t see all those people die just because. She left her post and fought along side the troops so that she could get as many as she could back in the fort before the doors were to close. She got them all in but she was left out. Arien fought a while longer but there were too many and she needed to find a way back in. She succeeded in getting inside but she was furious and in trouble at the same time. She confronted Borimir and Farimir, but they had no time to scold her; the place was under attack still and they were breaching the wall. The time went by and finally victory was theirs, they had won the battle and she had helped those troops…

Rumors started to go around after that and all the people would hear was that a ranger left her post and didn’t follow orders from her captain, but she never spoke of it. A few years later Borimir was summoned to go to Rivendell for the council meeting and he was allowed to bring one person, and he chose her, she was of course shocked that he was asking her and not his own brother, but it was something that she needed to do so that she could go on this quest and get away from Gondor it was her chance to go out and be the ranger she trained to be…

But her plans change, during the meeting the Black Swordsman comes in and he decides to go on this quest with the rest of the fellowship including herself. They are separated from the fellowship for a while and that gave them a chance to get to know each other. He was a bit mean and too practical to her, but he had his reasons and she respected that. Little by little he starts to reveal his past to her and she begins to understand him more. Not knowing how to feel she knows that she should stay by him so that she can keep him from whatever this beast inside him is and the one thing that separates her from the rest is that she’s not afraid of him, not even a little, but she admires him for being open to her and telling her the truth about his past and she hopes that he continues to be like that with her…

Why you're on this mission: She thirsts for adventure, and has no problems working with others.

[ne3p]

Quote: Why am I hanging upside down from a tree?

Full Name: Erine Weever

Nick Name(s): Wanderer

Age: unknown (probably between 17 and infinity)

Age Appearance: forever young

Sex: female

Species: at least partly human, but her skin is very pale, and her hair is blonde with a slightly greenish tint.

Height: five foot six inches

Weight: eight stone

Ears: more or less normal, but with slightly darker green towards the edges

Hair Colour: slightly greenish

Eye Colour: blue

Weapons: longbow (but one slightly shorter than average, with only around a 35 pound draw weight), hunting knife, and two throwing knives, and a rapier.

(this is my epee, not a rapier, but you get the idea)


Powers/Skills: the ability to see beyond the human range, to be able to live forever young (a blessing that turned out to be a curse) until slain, a knowledge of a number of languages, and a reasonable level of fighting skill (also, can cook but won’t admit it unless hungry).

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: has a tendency by accident to say things that offend other people, and has only as much strength as a human female would have under such living conditions (is not always strong enough to parry effectively against a male opponent, and so has also learnt how to duck/ fall over sideways).

Favourite Food: meat of any kind, preferably venison

Least Favourite Food: cheese

Favourite Colour(s): green

Least Favourite Colours: bright red

Getup: leather leggings and jacket, green jerkin, chain mail shoulder guard, dark green wool cloak

Family: deceased

Mate: (none)

Hometown: a small, seemingly normal village far away.

Behaviour: seems to wonder through life (and into trees) in a daze, with an occasional moment of sheer brilliance (she is so clever that she is always occupied by dreams, or so she likes to think).

Fears: a long, slow painful death

Religion: Christian

Appearance:
A fairly plain girl, but with reasonably well formed features, and of fairly average height. Rather on the skinny side due to living in forests and eating that which she can catch or find. She has mostly blonde hair, and pale skin to the point of avoiding direct sunlight for any great length of time (she does not tan, but burns – accursed northern ancestry). One or two things of her appearance do not seem quite to fit with the normal, for example the slight green sheen to her hair, or the way her eyes seem to glow slightly in the dark. As one able to see into other planes of existence, she can also be seen in them, and stands out like a beacon to beings from other worlds.

Personality:
Stubborn when she believes it matters. The rest of the time, she simply lets people act out their own mistakes, and often avoids the world of man out of exasperation at his stupidity. In general she is not a bad type, although she can on occasion be rather tactless, but then she is mostly human. She has spent most of her existence travelling, in an attempt to hide from those who would wish to find her, although she has no real idea why she is being hunted. She does not make friends easily, for she has lived too long, and seen them hurt for her too often. When she becomes angry or excited, odd things tend to happen. One of which is disappearing in puff of green mist, and materialising two feet to the left when she becomes exceedingly angry.

Background:
She cannot really reCitizen. Her family were killed when she was younger, and she was taken from her home. When she fled from her captors, the trees hid her, and she cannot reCitizen much for a long time after that. She was always different, even before her village was destroyed, and so she wonders trying to find out why all this has happened to her, and why she is always being hunted.

To see if at the end lies an answer to her existence.

[animefrk92]

Quote: The only normal people are the people you don’t know that well.

Full Name: Angele Sourviet

Nick Name(s): Ange

Age: 23

Age Appearance: Looks about that age except there are some grays in her hair due to stress and other things, like not enough sleep

Sex: Female

Species: Human/Elf

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 138

Ears: a little pointy from the elf

Hair Color: brown

Eye Color: green

Weapons: long sword – steel blade; double-edged; diamond at the end of the pommel; uses long bow and cross bow when needed

Powers/Skills: can run fast and is a good fighter and is also swift; also is a good cook and sews fairly well; also is very good at riding a horse

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: not very good at strength attacks and needs a lot of food for energy

Favorite Food: beef soup with rice

Least Favorite Food: fish

Favorite Color(s): red, blue, black and earthy colors

Least Favorite Colors: pink and yellow

Getup: instead of wearing a skirt or dress like most girls, she wears breeches and a tunic

Family: both parents are deceased and so is brother

Mate: none

Hometown: not known

Behavior: can be hyper at some times but is usually calm; also is very stubborn

Fears: spiders and being cold; sometimes people

Religion: atheist

Appearance: average height; has green eyes and brown hair; usually dresses in clothing that is for the summer; tan skin from being out in the sun

Personality: very stubborn and yet open to other decisions; calm; can get out of situations in seconds; is very intelligent; doesn’t wait for anything or anyone; usually likes to be on her own and keeps to herself

Background: was born on a farm and worked on it until her parents died when her farm was raided and everything was burned at the age of 3 (that’s all she remembers of her childhood); lived by her self then in an abandoned house where people broke in a lot and she was beaten by the people that broke in and by people on the streets and trusts no-one; found by a swordsman and made an apprentice

Why you're on this mission: she feels that she needs to make something of herself and needs to know where she really belongs; wants to be of some use and not just a burden to the people around her, as she feels she always is even though she saves people more often than not

[luinvinial]

Quote: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, prepare to die.

Full Name: Layna Luinvinial

Nick Name(s): Layna, and some people say Layla instead by mistake

Age: 17

Age Appearance: looks her age, 17 years

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 110

Ears: somewhat smaller than usual, if not normal shaped

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Weapons: Small Dagger, Bow and arrows

Powers/Skills: Skilled and experimental chef, can sew, fashion bows/arrows, and swim

Disadvantages/Weaknesses: not good with swords, bad at horse riding,

Favorite Food: Elvish seasoned stew

Least Favorite Food: fish

Favorite Color(s): green, brown and other earthen tones. Sometimes yellow

Least Favorite Colors: orange, and red

Getup: long brown pants with various pastel/earthen colored draping shirts, 1 pair of brown tall boots

Family: 2 parents, 1 older brother, 2 younger sisters

Mate: single

Hometown: Kileen

Behavior: pretty social, adventurous,

Fears: afraid of snakes and lightning

Religion: believes in God, but is not part of a specific group

Appearance:
She has very dark brown hair and eyes, as well as tan skin. Her hair falls down to her lower back, straight, so is sometimes fashioned into a bun. Small bodied, and short/average height. She usually wears short/tight-fitting clothes for convenience and ease through travel or work.

Personality:
Optimistic, easy going, agile, curious, experimental, is very determined when she wants something to work. Funny when she wants to be, quick-witted, and compassionate towards others.


Background:
Layna grew up in the small, hidden, and low populated village of Kileen, near the mountains. From the age of 8, she worked on the family farm to provide for the family. After 8 years of hard work through schooling, farming, and acting as the family cook, she decided to look for other employment as a tailor, learning to sew at a higher level.
Wanting more out of life, and adventure, Layna decided to embark on a journey. She’d always wanted to explore, and felt this would at least let her travel and experience the world around her.

Why you're on this mission:
For adventure, experience, and a way to start a new way of life, perhaps with some money. To be able to support herself/family when she goes out on her own, and not to be a family burden.