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<center>An Epilogue of

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The One-Ring had been destroyed. Sauron - the evil, was vanquished from the land forever. Aragorn, the once ranger hailed as Strider, was at last crowned King. Middle-Earth had been restored as the Fourth Age of Man took hold over the battle-worn earth. The War of the Ring had passed, the long shadow over the land had burned out in the powerful rays of the sun. The Fellowship had finished what it set out to do and had thus broken apart, and now the land worked to bury the scars of the terrible times that had finally come to an end. Peace had staked its claim over the world yet again.

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At the end of the Great War, Gondor reclaimed its glory, the Roherian returned to their land, the elves had nearly all set sail to their final voyage across the sea, and the last Forces of Mordor had scattered and crawled back into the shadow to hide away forever. What remained of the armies of the South and of the East, had fled back, defeated, to their country lands. The pirates had been nearly all vanquished from the seas. And though all evil seemed removed from the land, the shadows still held their secrets . . .

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Evil had not been vanquished completely. A shadow will always be, as long as a light shines. The defeated armies of the land did not disappear completely. The armies did not cease to be. The orcs still hid beneath the earth, the Uruk-Hai still with them. Of what had been the ten thousand strong of Mordor, now quailed the three thousand. Eight of the nine Nazgul had been destroyed. The Last of the Wraiths began to carve himself a new circle, turning those he chose with his poisoned Morgul Blade. The shadow remained, hidden deep within the forest, safe and away from the light, watching, listening, and always waiting . . .


This is a tale about the people who ruled, after the War of the Ring.

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smile this is my Lord of the Rings RP, that if i end up becoming quite fond over, will turn into a fanfic. but as it is a collaborative piece, i will need some dedicated, literate rpers. - MAGNUM

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<center>Dedicated & Literate Rpers Welcomed
You don't need to be a Tolkien Fanatic to Play. If you've seen the movies, or at least have experience in Rping this genre of work, then you're welcome to join in!


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NOTE FOR RP: This is a mature Rp, but there are still rules to apply by. We expect rule abidding here.

Rules & Guidelines


- Keep the Rp User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. or else take further "situations" to a private chat. If you do not follow this, you will be asked to leave.

-By calling the Rp "mature", it's merely a statement to let all Rpers know that situations and plots may allow for a character to be left behind, and any Rper who joins should make a note that there will be some "alone" time. This doesn't mean that a character should be ignored on purpose, but if you don't have what it takes to be able to Rp solo in some situations, then you may re-think joining.

-You may not kill another character without specific allowance from either Magnum or Sheamaru.

-It is asked to PLEASE keep all characters & situations within the original boundaries as Tolkien's works. It isn't smiled upon to have ninjas/samurai, fairies, nekos, angels, or half-demon people running around in a world where such could not be.


Character Guidelines:

[As this is a RP, rules are bent and exceptions are made]
[but keeping it true to Tolkien's characters and work]

All Original Tolkien Characters from any written piece are welcome, save they have not already met their fate in a book. Send a PM to me with your character of choice.

(if a character is sorely wished to participate, and has already passed on, PM me with your reason for persistance, and i shall do as i can.)

All Made-up Characters are welcomed, so long as you PM the profile information to me.

Profile information shall be filled out as follows:

Character Profile



Name:

Gender:

Age:

Race:

Personality:

Appearance: Eyes: Hair: Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings):

Weapon:

Capabilities:

Task:

Alignment: Good/Bad/Neutral

History:

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<center>Characters in Middle-Earth RP</center>

goatcreature__MAGNUM

Name: Arabus
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: A warrior of the Easterlings
Personality: quiet, calm, far away. easily irritated but slow to take offense. seems to keep to himself, minds his own business and does not tend to mingle in the affairs of others. has a terribly complex code of his own that he follows piously. doesn't mind small companies, but seems to prefer his own presence. maybe shy?
Appearance: tall, lanky, but fibrous. stands 6' 3''. Eyes: gray eyes, but outlined black with cultural Easterling eye paint. Hair: dark black hair that falls just behind his ears, half-way to his shoulders. Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): tattoos covering him all over in strange designs and runes, but hidden under his red garments and armor. Hooped earings covering his ears from tip to tip like a cuff.
Weapon: Short spear and twin blades. master at the art of knife combat. common traits for an easterling.
Capabilities: cappable of deadly accuracy, outstanding combat with twin blades, incredible stealth.
Task: was trained to be a warrior in the crippled Easterling army. Now hunts for warriors worthy of the Nazgul party.
Alignment: Bad by Middle-Earth standards. Neutral in his own oppinion.
History: Raised in the east, Arabus was trained in the art of combat by the fearsome, terrible Easterlings. Arabus was assigned to be captain of the guard but before he could see his post, a training band he traveled with was attacked by a band of orcs. Arabus was sparred from death only when the Last of the Nazgul, with his newly carved circle of two, stabbed him with a Morgul blade and doomed him to follow in the Wraith's path of shadow. Arabus is now enslaved to the path of the Nazgul.

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Name:Cadeyrn
Gender:Male
Age:unknown
Race:Morgul Orc
Personality:Typical orc persona. More into self-preservation than ought else.
Appearance:Typical orc. Dark skinned, more human looking than not. Strange and most bizarre piercings all over body, ears, nose, etc. Painted symbols over his body. Strange items tied to his plaits. Eyes:Terribly livid, piercing ice blue eyes.Hair: Long black hair tied back in several unorthodox plaits.
Weapon:Whatever he can get his hands on.
Task:Serving the remnants of Mordor.
Allignment:Evil.
History:Survived the Last Great War of the Rings. Went into hiding with what remained of the Forces of Mordor. Currently serves under the new Witch King.


Ebony_Angel_of_Darkness
Name: Aria
Gender: Female
Age: 756, (appears about 17-18 )
Race: Elf
Personality: Quite and usually some what cold hearted, but also sad, but always willing to help and will never leave an injured person to walk alone.
Apperance: She's reltivly tall, about 5'11 maybe 6 foot and thin, like most elves. She's dressed in green clothes, tight green pants and a long sleeved brown shirt with green cloth arm gaurds that have elven pictures in them. She wears mid-calf, tight brown cloth boots, and also wears a green vest that has the same elven pictures in gold in it. A brown belt hangs at an angle across her hips with a short sword attached to it. Also a brown leather quiver filled with silver feathered arrows and a recurve bow. Eyes: The palest but most lovely blueHair: About mid-lower back, light pale blonde
Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): Both ears are peirced at the top of the point
Weapon: Bow and silver feathered arrows, also a short sword
Capabilities: Light weighted to able to walk on snow, able to walk along thin lines such as ropes. Excellent archer and very skilled with a sword. Can see farther away than any mortal and can hear what is beyond any humans ears. Can also heal near any injury.
Task: She is always on a quest for her brother Stephan who was sent to war but never came back, she refuses to believe him dead. Also has some what a career in being a Mercinary. Her skills are for sale, not her loyalty.
Alignment: (Good/Bad/Neutral) She fights for her own causes.
History: She was born to a royal family and was meant to be raised as a princess and become a queen. Her brother fought in the army to protect her lands and she often was trained by him. She showed immense skill in becoming a fighter but Aria's father simply would not allow it. Stephan was mostly the one to raise her the way she wanted to be raised. Taught her the way of the elven fighter and she became incredibly skilled as such.
But her brother was sent to fight in a war far away and she worried about him every day. Her father told her Stephan probably died but she refused to believe it and thus became cold hearted and sad. 15 years after the war had come to an end her brother did not return. She was old enough now, so she left the sheltered life of her father's kingdom in search of her brother.
Over time she became very skilled in fighting and people hired her to defete great enemies they could not take care of on their own. Earning her the title of Elven Mercinary. She continues to travel in search of her brother and takes on jobs to keep her skills sharp.

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Name: Hakima
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Personality: Good natured and nice. He always likes to help people out and take care of kids.
Appearance: About 5'11, thin but well built and fine toned. Eyes: Green Hair: Brown
Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): Left ear peirced all the way up the cartalidge with silver rings
Weapon: A set of twin blades
Capabilities: Excellent fighter, better than most humans can even dream. Graceful and light footed like an elf. Can also heal most wounds.
Task: To keep his village safe
Alignment: (Good/Bad/Neutral) Fights for his villages safty. So neutral.
History: He was born and raised a fighter. He was forced to watch his family die when he was about 12 and that only fuelled his training. He never left his village and fought off every enemy that dared to attack but using his fighting skills or merely out smarting them.


Naurlote
Name: Fearalin
Gender: Female
Age: 1,800
Race: Elven
Personality: When the company is good, she is usually very good natured, but she has a serious side to her as well. She loves to be in the woods and large crouds are NOT her thing... ^-^
Appearance:Tall and thin, she doesn't eat very often. Eyes: Bright Green Hair:Blonde, almost white. Almost always braided, the braid reaching down to her waist. Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): A three star tatoo on the backs of both of her hands. Nothing fancy, just three stars.
Weapon: Her bow, and she carries one dagger as well.
Capabilities: She's an excellent shot, but hand to hand combat doesn't really do well with her. She's very agile. Basically, she's no different than any of the elven archers of old.
Task: Usually she is a scout. During the war, she stood with the archers when they did not send her to count the approaching armies.
Alignment: Good
History: She stayed in Middle-Earth, much to her parents dismay, who had left with their people. She fought in the war, and has never regretted it. Other than that, there really isn't much to tell...


terra_luna

Name: Diana
Gender: female
Age: 19
Race: human
Personality: fiery and vivacious, she never really fit in with the perfect standards for women, nor did she care. She will tell you what she thinks of you...especially if she dislikes you...
Appearance: Eyes:bright blue
Hair: long brown locks that fall past her waist
Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): A small tattoo on her back, looks more like Celtic designs that stands for Strength and Purity
Weapon: short sword with a sterling silver handle and two matching daggers
Capabilities: She may not be as quick as an elf but she can travel and scout very well, having done that during the war. Also she has and awesome abilitie with almost any weapon you put in her grasp.
Task: Keep her people from the harm, refusing to allow her status as a woman hold her back.
Alignment: Good
History: She was about 16 when the shadows had begun to slowly spread without the land. It had surprised her greatly but she adapted quickly, as she always does, and began to train. Once the orcs attacked she stood in protection of the other women who were unable to handle themselves.


etter89

Name: Ruby
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Personality: She's outgoing and friendly. She has a temper, but it take alot to make her mad. Also she will hold a grudge if she feels that she has a good reason.
Appearance: She stands 5'4" tall, wears a light green shirt, dark green pants, a long dark green coat and black boots. She is physically fit, and strong for a girl. Eyes: They are deep blue. Hair: Waist length golden blonde, that she keeps pulled back into a ponytail. Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): She has no piercings or tattoos.
Weapon: She has a short sword sheathed on her left hip, and a dagger hidden in her left boot.
Capabilities: She has an uncanny sense of smell, and hearing. She's an excellent tracker, and can sense danger when it's close. She's quick and agile, and an expert with a sword.
Task: She helps and protects the less fortunate, as she hunts and kills orcs.
Alignment: Good
History: When she was young, a band of orcs attacked her village, killing her parents. A ranger found her, and adopted her as his daughter. He taught her how to fight and track. When she was 15, he told her about the attack on her village, and she vowed to hunt down and kill orcs. Now she travels middle earth, helping those who need it, and hunting orcs.


Lilia-Rae

name: Tarragon
age:22 (which by hobbit standards is still young and irresponsible)
gender: female
race: hobbit
personality: headstrong, but a bit naive. She longs for glorious
adventures, but has no idea of how dangerous they
can be.
special attributes: furry hobbit feet
appearance: brown curly hair, brown (almost black) eyes
weapon: her uncle's sword
task: to learn combat and have an adventure
alignment: good
history: Though her uncle Sam, went on that adventure with Frodo, her father, Hamson, never approved of his brother's choice. Time and time again he has told her to get her head out of the clouds and find a nice hobbit boy to marry. But with Sam's stories and Merry and Pippin's combat coaching, she just wants to be a warrioress and go on a grand adventure. One night she sneaks out of Hobbiton to fulfill her dream.


Almost Beautiful

twin 1)
Name: Lila Bumbleroot of Fair Downs
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Hobbit
Personality: Sweet, caring very protective of her sister. A bit headstrong and likes to take charge but loves to have fun and adventures.
Appearance: Eyes: Hair: Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): Curly light brown hair that falls to her mid-back with dark blue eyes.
Weapon: If need be a blade her father made. Handle is a greenish in color.
Capabilities: Azaelia and Lila both can run fast, hide well and know how to use the blade.
Task: To have an adventure
Alignment (Good/Bad/Neutral): Good
History: She's always heard stories of Frodo and the Fellowship, she wished more than anything she was apart of that adventure. Azaelia and her would pretend they were apart of the fellowship and often fought "orcs" in the woods. She's tired of being at The Shire and wants to explore all aspects of this world.


Twin 2)
Name: Azaelia Bumbleroot of Fair Downs
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Hobbit
Personality: She's sweet but more submissive unlike her sister. She's more the type to do what she is told and not stand up to others, although she can be very adventurous, random and defiant.
Appearance: Eyes: Hair: Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): Curly light brown hair that falls to her mid-back with dark blue eyes. Identical to Lila.
Weapon: A blade her father has given her only to defend herself. Handle is a blue-ish in color.
Capabilities: Azaelia and Lila both can run fast, hide well and know how to use the blade.
Task: To have an adventure and keep Lila out of harms way.
Alignment (Good/Bad/Neutral): Good
History: Like Lila she also heard the stories of the Fellowship only Azaelia doesn't care to much to leave The Shire. She's afraid of whats beyong they're calm village, although she enjoys the games Lila and her play.


Kuraishi Jaganish

Name: Kit
Gender: Female
Age: looks 17 but is acctually 854
Race: Elven
Personality: She is kind but can be crule when the need be. She doesn't like to be thouched by others & will get angry (which you don't want) easily.
Appearance: She wears all black & a black cape with a hood that covers her face. She will rarely take it off around people she does not know.
Eyes: glowing red eyes
Hair: long red hair
Special Attributes (ie - tattoos, peircings): She has a tattoo on her right arm of two swords clashing, & on the left arm a dragon.
Weapon: Bow & Arrows, katana, & many daggers
Capabilities: She is a VERY good fighter, excelent with her bow and arrow. Se\he rarely misses her target & always hits strait on. She is also very skilled with her katana & daggers.
Task: In search to distroy all evil that is in the world today
Alignment: good
History: She was born in an elven town far away, Ra' Shuman. She learned to fight from her father. Her sister & brother were killed by assasins. She has been on her own, looking for companions to fight the dark & evil, for over 100 years.


Phoxy kitsune

Name: Táranis Anwamanë (Phox for short.)

Gender: Female

Age: 151

Race: Elven

Personality: She changes moods at a constant pace. She can be fun loving one second and dark and cold the next. She has multi personalities, but never loses sight of who she is. She had her personality crisis years before and just deals with her mood changing self one step at a time. She is loyal to friends with a tight bind that she simply can't break. She has her own oppinion on everything, and speaks her mind. Depending on her mood, she tells it like it is.

Appearance: Her eyes are a shocking silver-tealish color that reflect other colors in different kinds of lightings. Her hiar is a soft blonde that hangs down around her shoulders and is agled to hang to her mid back, there is a wave of gentle natural curl that flows with her as she moves. She stands at around 5' 9' and is thin, but not so thin that it looks horrably deathly. She has curves, but hates showing them off. She wears a grey shirt that is form fit to her body and covers her arms down to her elboes. She has a white rope belt that ties around her waist and holds her sword at her hip. She has a pair of 'pants' that are also form fit. The right leg of the pants goes all the way down into her boot, but the left leg stays thigh high like a pair of shorts would. She has a sheath on her left hip that is set for a down draw to reveal a daggar. Her boots are a soft grey color, almost black, that tie all they way up to just under her knees. She carries two kodachies in each boot hidden near perfectly. Her arms are covered with long dark grey cloves that that have the fingers cut out of them for gripping purposes. The palms of the gloves have a patch of leather sewn on for the same reason. She has pearsings of silver earings that go from the lob of her right ear all they way up the edge of that ear, on the left one, she has a single silver hoop earing that hangs down to the bottom of her chin. She wears a grey cloak over her outfit to hide her body for personal reasons. The tight close make it easy to move, but that doesn't mean she has to like it.

Weapon: A long sword rests at her hip, a dagger at her thigh, two kodachies in her boots, a curved blade rests at the small of her back and a second sword that is set for an over the shoulder draw hidden behind her cloak. Why all the weapons? she's been suprised one too many times.

Capabilities: She is light on her feet and moves with a silence that is just plain scary. She has amazing hearing and a suped up nose. Never sure why that is, but she was born with it. She is a good talker, she can talk her way into things, and out of things with such grace because of her compadability to change moods and act just as the other person would want her to act for certain conversations.

Task: To make friends without losing her bad a** apeal and to always learn more ways to become the best fighter she can and supass all odds. Also, to find her long lost sister, not that she'd ever tell anyone about that one.

Alignment: Nutral. She tends to end up working with the good guys more, but she has every potential to be evil.

History: She was born of a poor family. Her parents had abondoned her and all she had left was her little sister, then eventual she too was lost. Her stomach and right arm each have scars on them, deep and from a blade that belonged to the man that took her sister from her. She had faught for her sisters safty but in the end, the little girl was lost, and Taranis was left alone.

She has been teaching herself to fight all her life, and has had no outside help at all. She has learned from true battle experiences and was rouge all threw the Great wars. She was a misionary and faught for what ever cause had paid her more. Gondor had used her in secret, and only the nobels had known what she was, who she was, and what she was to do. She had been on the front line in the first battles, she had hidden her gender by the heavy armour that she wore with grace, and had faught to her entierty. She had fallen uncontious in the middle of the battle, and thought to be dead by the world. She still walks the earth, still searching for what was lost, and still trying to move on in her life, and get over the past that was, and prepare for the future that is ever coming.

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Arabus scanned the lands, reigning his horse tightly and forcing his progress in a westernly direction. He had a task on hand. He had to find more warriors worth recognition......

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Aria walked along the unsteady hills. She stopped on an out cropped and looked across the lands with her far seeing eyes, listening closely.

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Diana walked through her village happily, watching as everyone went about their daily tasks.

"And where are you going Diana?" A guard asked as she reached the village gates.

"I'm going exploring..." She stated flatly before continuing on.

"Be careful!" He shouted with a small smirk. "Not that YOU'RE the one that needs to be careful..."

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Arabus rode down slopping knolls, the clouds becoming tainted with light shadow at his progress. He was ordered to travel South, and find a warrior in the lands of the giant-rides worthy of a Morgul-blade. But Arabus was not heading south....

"The men of the south..." He murmured to himself, a soft hiss under his black hood. "I will not willingly enter there, if another great warrior is to be found elsewhere...."

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Aria's pale eyes scanned the ground before she took off at a swift run. Her light feet barely touching the ground as she did so. She was currently heading North-west in search of someone who needed her help or skills. Her bow on her back and her short sword strapped at her waist she was still virtually soundless as she ran swiftly through the lands.

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As she began to walk through the fields around her village she noticed a shadow in the north. "What the?" She murmured to herself, instantly thinking of the shadows that had fallen with the wraiths.

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In the west, there were villages ripe with men. Strong men, with fighting skills,....... men easily corrupted.

:But then again,: He mused quietly. :War has left the lands stripped of the vast quantity of able, fighting bodies.:

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OOC: Sheamaru I LOVE your sig! xp

She instantly spun to run back to her village, her mind racing with the possibilities of what that shadow meant.

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Aria came to a quick halt and looked around, she now stood atop yet another large stone. She looked around before jumping from the stone and kneeling down in the grass, lightly putting her hand on it. She shifted the dirt benith her fingers before she rose again. Aria's eyes scanned again before she continued on her way.

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Arabus turned his head towards a different direction, not much further from where his destination lie. Something was moving out in the lands.... just beyond the distant hillocks and shadows. Nazgul or not, there were still powers in the world that could defeat the undying...

He kicked his terrible black giant into a canter, then rode away, like some awful raptor, towards the villages in the west.

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She stopped when she saw the shadow beginning to leave. "It must have been my imagination..." She muttered then sighed loudly.
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