Tauriel
When did we allow evil to become stronger than us?
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Username: Captain Tauriel
Name: Tauriel (Last name and parental descent unknown.)
Age: She is a young elf, around the age of 600 (Presumably a little older.)
Place of Origin: Mirkwood
Occupation: Captain of King Thranduil's Guard
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Gender: Female
Body Type & Height: Her body appears to be quite lithe, like that of all elves. She stands at 5'5.
Overall Appearance: She can usually be seen wearing the appropriate garments of the Woodland folk, which allow blending in with nature. Dark shades of green and brown compose her strictly practical, military outfits.
She wears brown leather pants, boots, corsets and bracers, along with long green tunics of a soft fabric that allow her to move freely.
Face Claim Evangeline Lilly
Hair Color & Appearance: Her hair is seen as very long, thick and straight for the most part with very subtle waves at the bottom, of a light auburn color, which she wears partially braided on the upper half in the traditional warrior braids.
She has high cheekbones, noticeable pointy ears and her skin is smooth and very pale. She has softly arched brown eyebrows, a long nose which is round at the tip and a small mouth with delicate lips.
Overall, she does not possess the harshness of a fighter one might expect, appearing quite delicate.
Eye Color: Smoky green
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Family Tree: Unknown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Lover: None
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Personality: She is very insightful into the changing nature of Middle Earth, possessing a keen eye and perspective for the descending darkness.
A true interventionist at heart, recognizing the growing evils of the world and the need to eradicate them rather than withdraw into the safety of the elven fortress.
She is a protector at heart with a wish to see the world a safe place.
Noted for being quite reckless, trouble is not unknown to her and thus she has developed an ability to think and react fast. She is very idealistic, short tempered at times and fierce, not lacking at all in bravery or determination; to the point of being stubborn.
However, she does seem to have a warmer, sensitive and more ladylike side.
By no means is she a heartless elf, appearing to be quite receptive to suffering and unjust treatment, quick to stand up for what she believes is right.
Aspirations: To keep training, perfect her abilities, aid in the fate of the world and grow more experienced, both in wisdom and battle.
Strengths: She is incredibly proficient in both archery and hand-to-hand combat, shown to be an adept archer and markswoman, with remarkable reflexes and accuracy.
As a native of the Woodland Realm, she is also a capable tree climber, feeling at an advantage in areas rich of tree growth.
She possess some medical knowledge, being able to recognize beneficial herbs and treat wounds from poisoned weapons.
Weakness: She is less effective when fighting physically stronger, more skilled and larger opponents, especially in melee.
Fears: Losing the ones she cares about, evil taking reign of the world and being incapable of fighting.
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Weapons: Her primary weapons are a reflex bow and two long daggers, that can be seen here.
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History: Her parents were killed by orcs when she was younger and it is hinted that King Thranduil looked after her since then, with no other relatives ever mentioned.
Growing up in Mirkwood, she naturally developed into a capable elf and joined among their warrior ranks at an appropriate age, her skill and devotion earning her the Captain position in time.
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RP Sample: Being so close to fell grounds has always created a certain sense of discomfort within most elf-folk, the smothering darkness seeping through their bodies and spreading a gloom over their thoughts.
It was no different for warriors, affecting their efficiency in combat to a certain degree. Most especially and perhaps only if they were young, like the red haired captain happened to be. She had to be cautious.
"The tombs have all been opened," one of the guards informed their group. "And their evil is in the world, roaming freely."
Green eyes looked over the peculiar graves, dug underneath burnt trees of this neglected patch of land. Enchanted roots were meant to keep in place the ones this entire graveyard was meant for, only another more powerful enchantment could break them, without doubt.
"Don't touch anything!" She warned the youngest among them, who had little fear in his curiosity to explore. He was, after all, a child of man. "We cannot risk provoking anything here, we need to make haste and reach for safety."
"But it seems they want to provoke us!"
Hearing those words made her blood feel cold inside of her, stinging her already too agitated heart.
Turning on her heel very slowly, only to see the shadows approaching them. They held long weapons, undoubtedly sharp enough to inflict wounds - and quite willing to do so.
She prepared her arrow, but would it not upset them more if she made the first strike?
Codeword: Oooh, the precioussssss. We lovesss it!
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