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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 9:50 am
 - Name: Longbow UK - Character's Name: Thranduil of Mirkwood - Race: Elf - Age: Not stated by Tolkien (pre-dates the building of Barad-dur) - Weapons: Long Elven sword, Knives, Long bow and arrows. - Appearance: Tall and strong with long fair hair. Grim and stern face, appears both wise and battle-worn. - Brief History: Son of Oropher King of Mirkwood. He was among the Sindar who travelled eastward from Lindon. Middle-earth was once covered in vast forests, so in the Elder Days and First Age, the Silvan and Avari Elves probably lived scattered throughout the many trees. However, during the Second Age the forests declined and separated, with one of the greatest forests in Middle-earth becoming Greenwood the Great, which covered much of Rhovanion east of the Misty Mountains. The Silvan Elves, probably mixed with Avari Elves, had already established a small settlement there when Oropher at the beginning of the Second Age came to the forest, accompanied by Sindarin Elves, with his son Thranduil, whose date of birth is unknown. It seems most likely that Thranduil had lived in Menegroth. - Location: Greenwood the Great
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2004 7:29 pm
- Character Name: Indis Elvanui 'Elven-Fair' - Race: Noldor - Age: unknown, looks 23 - Weapons: The sword of her father Fingolfin, called Ringil and two short swords she keeps at her hips. - Appearance: 6'6"She has long black hair and deep piercingly green eyes. She has a very beautiful face and a slender figure. She wears a dark violet tunic and brown pants. She has black travel worn boots that go up to her knees and bronze gauntlets on her wrists. She also wears a long dark brown cape with a hood and has her hair braided into small braids in some parts of her hair. - Brief History: She is the second daughter of Fingolfin and was named after her grandmother, Indis. Born in the land of Aman, she saw the light of the tree in it's full. It dispairs her to think about all that has been lost now. She knew leaving Aman was a mistake, but she would not abandon her father. Refusing to be left in some elven palace during the wars, she secretly join the ranks of Fingolfin and was taught how to fight. She proved very worthy with a sword. She was there to witness her father take on Morgoth one handedly and she wept because she could not save him. She took up her father's sword and swore revenge on Morgoth, and will not rest until she has fulfilled it. - Location: At the moment, she abides in Lindon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2004 8:00 pm
Character: Durin V
Race: Dwarven
Age: 176 years
Weapons: An axe of Dwarven make - mithril strengthened steel and silver.
Appearance: Durin is a somewhat tall dwarf at 5 foot 6 inches tall. His craggy face is well hidden behind a bush of red hair and a matching beard. Piercing blue eyes glare from within that forest of hair, along with a protruding, crooked nose.
Far from attractive, it is said that the stare of Durin has made the rocks themselves leap away from the walls to reveal the veins of the precious silver.
History: Durin V, son of Durin IV, descendent of Durin who was First to Awaken is King of Khazad-Dum. The son of his father's cousin, Nar, is his closest friend and richest ally. Certainly Durin enjoys mining and smithing as much as any Dwarf, and few could match him in quality (only Nar, Anar, and Durin IV could better his skills), but the untimely demise of his father took away what pleasure he could find in the earthly skills was taken away as he assumed the throne and the Ring. Indeed, the line of Durin does guard one of the Dwarf rings forged by Sauron.
Location: Khazad-Dum
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 2:51 pm
Name: Rána
Race: Elf
Age: 401 ... may be older.
Weapons: Twin Scimitars, Daggers and occasionally a bow
Appearance: Rána has to be one of the strangest of the Elves within Greenwood the Great, although golden haired like the other elves within the woods she had the dark ebon eyes of her father and chose to wield the twin scimitars as weapons, unusual in itself but even more so as she is a elf maiden and they do not usually learn to wield weapons of any sort. Tall and lithe she is the perfect build for the life of a warrior and is one of the best within leagues of the Greenwood, She dresses mainly in breaches and tunics of green showing her loyalty to the woods where she has made her home, the bottoms of her trousers are tucked in to knee high black leather boots which are the one part of her garb that seem to be in the best condition despite there obvious age. Around her waist is belted her scimitars, protected by highly decorated sheathes painted in green with patterns of silver across them swirling in to designs of leaves and birds. her weapons and there sheathes are the only thing of value she carries on her person other then a few coins in a small pouch around her neck and a gem in the hilt of her left hand Scimitar.
Brief History: Being born to a high ranking family within Greenwood Rána was taught the ways of a lady at first though she was always clumsy with anything, her sewing never seemed to be what her parents desired though they tried there best to teach there unusual daughter how to be the lady that she was and never really succeeding in there lessons, though Rána was happy with her lot in life. That was until the worst day of the young woman's life, her parents had taken the youngster out for a celebratory picnic as she had finally got something right, the day started out well enough until a band or orcs attacked the family group and slaughtering Rána's family, Rána only escaped as her mother protected her daughter beneath her with her last breath. Since that day Rána pledged herself to the blade and was soon better in the arts of fighting then she ever had been with a needle and has strived to protect those people unable to do so themselves
Location: Greenwood the Great
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 3:40 pm
- Name: Ji Indur
- Race: Man, one of those nine that took the pretty rings from that nice Lord Annatar...
- Age: Er... *checks Unfinished Tales* *reads a bit about Nazgul road trip* *eyes go wide at mention of crossing the Anduin naked* I really don't know. Date of birth sometime in the Second Age...
- Weapon(s): A sword, plus his mad whining skillz, annoying dances and a bag full of stolen jewelry
- Appearance: Invisible, that's why he wears the black robes. (However, I imagine him as a blonde -no offense to blondes -with blue eyes and his long hair held back by a red ribbon. Too much time on mah hands...)
- Brief History: Going oh-so-loosely from the old ICE game... Ji ran a tropical kingdom and was ousted for doing nothing but sitting around whining about insignificant stuff and ogling his reflection. He cried like a 3-year old all the way to neighboring Mumakan, where he was offered one of the Nine Rings to shut him up. He was quite happy to get more lovely jewelry, and ever since he's been workin' for Sauron... (It's rather funny, the old game calls him the Cloud King, and his head's full of air!)
- Location: Mordor, staring at himself in a mirror
- Why You Wish to Join: It's fun! I'm already part of it too...
- Have you read the Anti-Munch Project? Yes. Very amusing it is that people would try to pull tricks like those, and very sad at the same time.
- Have you read the Rules? Yes.
- RP Example of your character engaging an Orc foe:
Does this sapphire coronet look all right, I wonder? Or should I wear pearls today?
I really don't know, Sire, replied an Orc who just happened to be there and probably didn't want to be.
What do you mean you don't know? I've got to get the effect just right! It's not every day you get to go out and scare people for a living... wait a minute, I do scare people for a living! Silly me!
You are being silly, Sire. Nobody wears that much jewelry during a battle, and it doesn't look that good on you anyway, muttered the Orc.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!? The lesser Ringwraith let out a frustrated shriek and beheaded the hapless orc. I don't know why I asked him anyway, he snorted to himself in disgust. Nobody has my unique fashion sense.
- Name: Adunaphel
- Race: Men... okay, she's female. Heck, even the game guys themselves thought it would be good to throw in a female baddie (Shelob seems to be on vacation these days).
- Age: Again, no idea. She was probably born in the Second Age too.
- Weapon(s): Naurmel her (sometimes flaming) sword. I guess her pyromania could be a weapon too, and perhaps her good looks if she could still be seen.
- Appearance: Invisible, hence the black robes. (In my own mind, possessing extra-long blonde hair -two ponytails, if you care -and green eyes.)
- Brief History: (I pretty much made this up myself, then dropped in to a site for the old game and found a story involving a formidable female wraith that was amazingly similar. Guess great minds think alike, I guess. Been changing and re-changing the thing every 5 minutes.) Adunaphel was a lovely lady of Numenor. She liked green things, and because of that and her eyes was surnamed Emerald Lady, and everyone was pretty happy. Yay. Then one day this older cousin came out of nowhere, claiming that his and Adunaphel's fathers, both dead now, had made some kind of agreement that would let him inherit all the family's leadership/stuff one day instead of her. Adunaphel was pretty angry and just knew he was faking. But she couldn't prove it, and then things got worse when her brother died in a nasty accident. About this time Annatar came to visit, they were all happy to have him and Adunaphel started hanging out with him because he made her think so much of her brother. Adunaphel's mother died a few months or two before her jerk cousin was old enough to take over, leaving her all alone. Then she discovered the guy at court whom she liked had been helping Jerk Cousin to advance both of their power, and immediately dumped him. All this drove poor Adunaphel up the wall, and since her brother's accident had involved fire, she became a pyromaniac, trying to bring back old memories. Since Annatar seemed to be the only guy who gave a Balrog's bum about her, she took the ring off him with no problem (and it just happened to be an emerald). After Jerk Cousin became Lord of the House of Whatever, she dyed all her stuff black except for a few green things and her jewelry (aaargh, bit of Ji Indur here), and was seen one night walking away perfectly unharmed through a fire... Later on Adunaphel's two least favorite guys went to Middle-earth for some reason and guess who they encountered? She was actually happy to see them... but only because she finished off Jerk Cousin and forced her ex-boyfriend onto Fell Beast detail. Now she's the Fire Emerald or the Fire Queen and she's quite unhappy... except for when torching things. (I modeled Adunaphel partially off of Dilandau from the comic Escaflowne. Even her Fell Beast is named Dilando. I mixed the old game canon up a bit to make her the group pyro...)
- Location: Mordor, watching things burn
- Why You Wish to Join: It's fun, and I'm already part of it
- Have you read the Anti-Munch Project? Yes
- Have you read the Rules? Yes
- RP Example of your character engaging an Orc foe:
Hurry up back there! We've got to meet with the others! shouted the Fire Queen at the slowly marching orcs behind her.
We need a break! shouted back a none-too-bright Orc.
You need a break, eh? Adunaphel approached him, sensing his fear. You may have a break if you help me in this. To the (quite rightly) frightened Orc she gave a pile of dry wood and the instructions Hold this.
She drew her beloved Naurmel, and with a chilling scream made several swift cuts at the wood. It immediately went up in a huge blaze, and unfortunately for the poor Orc he went up too.
Oh, dear, looks like you'll not get your break after all. Ah, well, one last task for me and you may go! Narvo! With this final command she burst into diabolically musical laughter.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2004 4:48 pm
 Name: Nolah Character: Nolah Pennbeleth Race: Numenorian Age: 90 Weapons: A decorative but well crafted knife given to her by her late father, though she’d had yet to use it in defense. Appearance: Waist length brown hair, fair skin, warm brown eyes and a dusting of freckles. She is tall and slightly curvy Brief History: She came to Arnor. She is a noble woman by birth. She was faithful to the Valar although her father was torn between loyalty to his king and his love for the Valar. Alas he was too late in making his decision and perished in the fall of Numénor. He had Nolah promise to leave with Elendil, citing that he would follow though he never did. Elendil gave her spacious apartments for herself and her handful of maid/companions and workers on the royal grounds and though she is still going through a period of mourning he encourages her to marry if it be her wish once she has had time. She is not opposed to the idea. She dines nightly with the royalty and other surviving nobles.
Location: Arnor Why you wish to join: I’ve always been interested in role-play though I’ve never tried before. This guild is beautifully and intelligently done and I’ve read through most of the forums and I really like the atmosphere and the things that are going on. I also want to become more educated on the second age as it is my least knowledgeable age and honestly it gives me another thing to do while on Gaia.
Have you read the Anti-Munch project?: Yes
Have you read the rules?: Twice… RP example of your character engaging an Orc foe: I don’t think my character would engage an orc-foe unless forced to but here goes… Nolah brushed her braid over her shoulder with a shaking hand. Her knife is clutched tightly in the other as she peers through the gap between the foliage. Her escort told her to keep hidden but an orc is standing directly to her right and she takes a soft breath, heart beating. A twig snaps and unbidden a small gasp of surprise escapes parted lips. The dark figure turns, a malicious smile twisting its warped features. She runs blindly, hair flying in wisps as she weaves her way through the trees. Sharp fingers twist in her flesh, turning her. The smell is horrendous, putrid and blindly she strikes out with her knife. It finds resistance before sinking. The beast lets out a cry of pain and strikes her with enough force to send her sprawling. She scrambles, knife still in an iron grip. He comes at her again and she lunges forwards with a grunt. This time the knife finds its target and the assailant falls twitching to the ground. Panting and terrified she stumbles her way towards the sound of her escorts shouting. ~~~~~~~ [ color=blue]Larion-a matronly maid of Nolah's, serves as a mother figure as Nolah's mother died years earlier, tends to scold her when not in company and Nolah endures it because she loves the old woman Bejo-[/color]An old porter from her father's household who also traveled with her to Arnor. He has always been there as far as she can remember and holds a fondness for him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 10:38 am
My Name- Hironaur
Character Name- Hironaur Merilwen
Race- Sindarin Elf
Age- 2019
Weapons- Longbow and handcrafted arrows, ancient sword called Naurhathel
Description- She is tall with medium-length brown hair, green/blue eyes. She has a long face and pointed chin. She wears dark green robes mostly, but sometimes wears a fine silver garb.
Short bio- Hironaur was born in 1330. She lived with her people in Imladris for several years, but wanted to see more of the world. She traveled with a small group of companions, until each found a home they prefered. Many went back to Imladris, but a few, including Hironaur, longed to live under the great trees of Greenwood. Hironaur has never engaged in any battle, but is ready when, and if, the time comes.
Location- Greenwood the Great
Why I wish to join- Already stated.
Have I read the Anti-Munch Project?- Yes, I have.
Have I read the rules?- Yes, twice, seeing as I didn't remember much the first time around.
RP example- Hironaur looked nervously around her. Was no one going to help her slay him? Apparently I'm alone on this one! She thought as she unshiethed Naurhathel. Calm down Hironaur, this is easy. What's one orc going to do to you? Her panic began to subside, and the filthy orc came closer and closer. Just one swipe, that's all it takes. The orc was close now. He charged, scimitar in hand, right at her. "AHH!" Hironaur cried as she thrusted her blade into his chest. The body of the dead orc crumpled on the ground. Panting, Hironaur backed against the nearest tree. She had never killed anything before.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 8:07 am
Name: Dani Hyrosha Characters name: Loswen Race: Half-Elven (1/2 Numenor and 1/2 Noldorin) Age: about 40 Weapons: a long bow (forest wind) and a sword (storm's rage) Short Bio: Born to a Numenorian warrior that, and an Noldoring elf maiden who survived the War of Sauron and the Elves. The two wed and settled in Belfalas as Rangers. Most of the men of Gondor call Loswen Starfire. Loswen, answering by both names, wishes to fight against Sauron on behalf of her heart, which has finally found a place to belong in the kingdom of Men. Loswen is Neniel's older sister, but left before the second daughter was born to take her place in the world of men. She is not spoken of in Belfalas very often, because no one really knows where she is. Location: Annúminas There's my new one! biggrin hope you all like her. EDIT: here's her avi - 
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 5:21 am
Name: Curumo
Character's Name: Ren
Race: Nazgul
Age:
Weapon(s): Sword and short blade
Appearance:
Wearing a black cloak, the ringwraiths spread fear into those who behold them. They sometimes ride on black horses and sometimes on winged mounts. It is at this time that they are called winged shadows.
Brief History:
Corrupted by the nine rings that Sauron gave to the kings of men (of which the wraiths formally were. They wander Middle-Earth, seeking the ring and in a state of enslavement by the hand of Sauron and the One Ring that they search for.
Location: Mordor
Have you read the Anti-Munch Project? Yes
RP Example of your character engaging an Orc foe:
Ren walked carefully and purposefully amongst the Orc troops, surveying their sorry faces. They had been rebelling more frequently as of late and Ren had made the decision that one or more must be made an example of.
Seeing one particularily scrawny and pitiful Orc cringe as he passed, he knew that he would be the perfect scapegoat. Pulling out his sword and in one swift motion, the Orc's head was no longer a part of his body and the cringe was immortalized on his leathery face.
Let that be an example to the rest of you runts! Ren called in a rumbling voice. Insolence was shown this day and it was paid for.
He took up the Orc's head and impaled it onto one of the others' spearheads. He walked out, a ghostly smile on his invisible face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 11:32 am
Name: Nienna of the Valar
Characters name: Uvatha
Race: Formerly human, now a Nazgul
Age:
Weapons: Morgul-blade, Black Breath, fear
Appearance: (Uvatha always sounded like a girl's name to me, and we already have one female nazgul, so I'm going to make Uvatha female.) Uvatha is clad in black robes, and a black cloak, as are the others of the Nine. Before becoming a wraith, Uvatha had black hair, pale skin, and green eyes.
Short Bio: Given one of the Nine Rings of Power, along with the others of the nine, Uvatha was corrupted, and became enslaved to Sauron's will.
Uvatha, when she was human, had a terribly sadistic sense of humor. She would play with her subjects like a cat plays with a mouse. She is prone to violent mood swings. One minute she will be happy and amiable, the next, she'll be disemboweling at random. She still has her sense of humor and playfulness as a Nazgul. Those that know her know that she is most dangerous when she is smiling.
Location: Mordor
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 10:28 am
Characters Name: Elendur
Race: Men
Age: 106
Weapons: a long sword, a small dagger, and a bow and arrows.
Apearance: Tall, dark, long hair, rough-shaven beard, blue-eyes, and a youthful face, the typical Numenorean look.
Brief History: he is the eldest son of Isildur, son of Elendil.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 3:58 pm
- Username: Dark Elven Princess
- Character's Name:Lady Araloth Vinyare
- Race:Elfof the Teleri
- Age: 2,000
- Weapon(s): Bow, sword, daggers
- Appearance:She have long, waistlegnth blonde hair and bright blue eyes. she wears all white with a silvery-grey cloak, clasped at the throat with a brooch depicting her crest- A crescent moon curving to catch a sigle droplet of water, made of diamond and sapphire. On her wrist, she wears a silver bracelet, cleverly carved in the design of a wolf.
- Brief History: Her parents are among the nobility of the Teleri. Her father faught Orcs far and wide until one day a party came upon him unawares and slew him. She was born and received training with a bow in Lorien. When her father was slain, her mother fled with her to Imladris,where she learned lore and healing from Master Elrond. When full grown, Araloth left Rivendell, and wandered far, seeking news of the oings-on of Middle-Earth. Her horse, Rocalevon, is half Mearas.
- Current Location:Arnor
*open to change at any time*
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 4:57 pm
Hiya! smile I'm new!
- Username: Kazaera
- Character's Name: Celebrian
- Race: Eldar. Part Sinda on her father's side, and part Noldo/Telerin/Vanya on her mother's.
- Age: Approximately two thousand years
- Weapon(s): A long dagger and a short bow with arrows. The dagger was made for her by Celebrimbor when she was younger. She named it Pityamacil, Quenya for "little sword". The bow and arrows are standard Elven issue.
- Appearance: She is quite beautiful, resembling her mother more than a little. Her features are softer and less regal, though, giving her more of a childlike, innocent air. She is also rather short for an Elf, even below average for a human. Her hair is long and gleaming silver, although she's wearing it tied back and tucked beneath a kerchief at the moment. Her eyes are large, tilted and a piercing grey that is typical of the Noldor.
She's currently wearing a rather worn and travelstained tunic and breeches, as if hoping one will mistake her for a simple traveller. However, her haughty bearing and striking resemblance to Galadriel give lie to that.
- Brief History: Celebrian was born to Galadriel and Celeborn around 1300 of the Second Age. She's lived in Lorinand and later in Belfalas with her parents, travelling little. The most notable time is when she went to Lindon for the first meeting of the White Council. She met Elrond there for the first time and fell in love with him, although she doesn't know if he returns the affection.
Celebrian had quite a sheltered upbringing, as her parents kept her out of danger. She has been trained to fight and defend herself, but has never had to use it in practice. She wants to help fight against the enemy, but suggesting this to her mother led to a row, which led to her sneaking out of Belfalas in the dead of the night.
She's in disguise as she doesn't want to be sent home, which she thinks would happen otherwise - unfortunately, her disguise is not the best.
- Location: Approaching Minas Ithil
- Why You Wish to Join: It sounds like a lot of fun, and there aren't that many good Tolkien RPs to be found.
- Have you read the Anti-Munch Project? Yes. I never knew how many types of munchkin there were!
- Have you read the Rules? Yesyes.
- RP Example of your character engaging an Orc:
Around noon, Celebrian stopped to rest by the side of the path. She still could not quite believe that she had gotten away scot-free, shooting nervous glances at the path behind her every now and then. Were those hoofbeats? Was that glint the sunlight shining off armor?
Her horse neighed loudly, tearing her out of her ruminations. Celebrian spun around and saw a monstrous sight. A creature, tall like an Elf yet built as strongly as a Dwarf, with slimy skin, stringy hair and sharp, yellowing teeth charging at her.
Celebrian lost several precious seconds to terror. Shortly before the Orc was upon her, however, her body remembered its years of combat training. Even as her hand went for her dagger as her father had taught her, her foot kicked out at a spot which her father had decidedly not taught her about. The Orc doubled over in pain, giving her ample opportunity to slide her dagger between its ribs.
Celebrian quickly withdrew her weapon, wiping it on a cloth, and looked at her fallen foe. "So. That was an Orc," she said.
Then she fell to her knees and threw up everything she had eaten that day.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 6:59 pm
Hello I am new!
Characters name: Galorfil
Race: Elf
Age: 600 years old
Weapons: His sword (Nestang) and his Elven Bow and Arrows
Short Bio: Galorfil grew up on the shores of the Bay of Balfalas, where he learned the ways of the sea. When he was 300 years old he became
very adventurous and wanted to explore Middle Earth. Forging his own sword (Nestang) and recieved his Elven bow from is Father, he set out and soon came to Gondor and the White City. Passing through undetected wasn't a problem but Fangorn posed as a problem. Finally Galorfil made it to Greenwood, where he settled down and is having a happy life to this day.
Location: Greenwood
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