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Name: Talawen, nickname is Scully or Tala
Elven Age: 106
Race: High Elf
Type: Good/Mage
Description: Talawen is fair skinned with short red hair. She usually styles it in many ways using clips and such. She is very light weight, only coming to 102lbs, and 5"3. Back home in Rivendell she was one of the smallest elves, but because of her natural mage skills, she was made a high elf later on.

Talawen has learned many mage skills in her time such as Fire, Ice, Holy, and Confuse. It has been learned that she can hold her own in a fight if necessary but she doesn't like to get in one at all.

(more to come later!)

Name: Arwen

Elven Age: 2,221 (lol - use to be 221 before)

Race: Forest Elf, Elder Elf

Type: Adventurer/Warrior XD

Weapons: Bow and Katana (Hadafang)

Description: Red eyes, Blueish Black hair. Master of Archery and Swordsmanship. She has the ability to do some old world Elvish spells but only use them when there are no other choice. Enjoys going on Adventures and loves the forest.

History: Arwen has partial memory of her past and tries everyday to remember it. Has no family because she awoken next to a tree with her two most important items among her. The Katana known as Hadafang and a Bow with partial markings on it. She could only make out the words Evenstar on them, thus the bow is called Evenstar.

With her thirst for her past she travels around a lot hoping and seeking the whereabouts of her people. One day she came upon other Elves and joined the Brotherhood and Sisterhood Guild. Having a family and friends she slowly decides to forget about seeking her past.

EDITED:

Name: Mickolas
Elven age: not known. Appears to be about 16 to 22.
Race: unknown
Class: Guard
Height: 6'2'.
Weight: 13st (82.4kg) .
Hair: Blondish brown.
Eyes: Blue.
Weapons: Sword.
History: raised by humans from a unknown fire where he’s parents real where never found, so two kind humans took me in as there own and has raised him even since that day where he lost he’s parents. When he started school he felt like he was alone, like he was the only one, he had trouble making friends because of he’s strange ears and the different way he talked. Now that 18 years have passed, now he gone back to the place where he was born, looking for answers of whatever happened to he’s parents.

Name: Kelwyn Ayla Tathar Develion
Elven Age: 505
Race: Moon Elf
Type: Wind Sorceress/Cleric
Description: Kelwyn is 5'7" with knee-length jetblack hair and brilliant blue eyes with golden flecks in them. Her skin is pale white with a silvery tint to it, and she has the typical lithe and limber elven frame. She has a pair of shimmering pale blue wings that retract into her back when she isn't using them.

Weapons: Kirsúl (a staff which enhances her wind majick), and Lunarius (a moon dagger 18" long whose power waxes and wanes with the moon)

History: She was born in the forests of Celorn, the daughter of Nimring and Fëawen, the king and queen of the small woodland elven kingdom. Her mother died when she was still young, killed by a group of human rogues. Her father never recovered from the loss and became increasingly bitter and hateful to all humans, a trait very uncharacteristic of the Moon Elves.

Weary of her narrow life and her father's tyranical behavior, Kelwyn left her home when she was 92 years old (still rather young for an elf), and began to travel the world, learning everything anyone would teach her, but especially seeking to enhance her innate wind majical abilities she inherited from her mother's mother, who was a wind fae. She knows how to play various instruments, especially the lyre, lute, and flute, and sings beautifully.

Name: kit
Elven Age: 13
Race: silvan elf and High Elf
Type:unknown
weapons:an elvish long bow,an elvish sword,and an elvish dagger
Description: small for being an elf around 4'11" long blonde hair and aqua eyes.
History:kit doesn't trust people very much she is small for being an elf but is very fast. she is smart but has a painful past she doesn't like to talk about(if u want to know about it mail me)and is very nice and calm most of the time but make her mad and you may wish you were dead for she snaps very fast with out warning. so beware .

Name: Panther Nightwind
Elven Age: 100 but acts like a teenager due to how she grew up.
Race: Half Irish(Fathers' side) and Half Sylvan (mothers' side)
Type: Wanderer, Huntress/Sorcerous(witch)
Description:
Height: 5"8"
Weight: 130
Hair Style: Long, Deep Auburn (Coppery Red) hair usually flowing loosely while traveling and either braided or put in a bun while hunting, fighting for her life or a good cause.
Eyes: Changes to match her mood.
Build: Stronger than most half sylvans, since she grew up on a farm and did the same if not more work that was meant for the 'men' to do due to it being just her and her father and his declining health in later years due to sorrow that could no longer be forgotten.
Clothing: She wears long tight pants when she can afford them, when she can't, she wears loose fitting pants and a tunic that is not too loose but not too tight and neither too short or too long. Leather boots that fit over her pants and soft lamb-skin gloves when it is cold. She is sometimes mistaken for a male at first glance because of the way she dresses. One will never catch Panther in a dress, she finds them a great hinderance to wear, especially in a brawl.
History: Abandoned at birth by her mother, she was raised by her Irish father who put all his love into her and taught her most of her fighting techniques as well as the Sword. Other fighting techniques she learned in her travels. The Daggers were given as a gift and taught by a traveling theif that tried to steal from her village but did not succeed because she caught up to him half way from the village. She learned the Whip, Chakra and Short Bow from an Amazon clan that thought that relying solely on daggers and a sword were not fit for a female travelling on her own. Learning the Art of Sorcery was taught by other various masters of their art. By being abandoned by her mother and the seclusion from other elves, she has yet to meet any of her kind and hopes to one day meet her mother. She left on her travels shortly after her father died, the last thing he told her before he went was that her mother was a beautiful sylvan elf maiden that he had met when visiting relatives on the main land.
Weapon(s): Chakra, Short Bow, Daggers with paralysis spells on them, Double-Edge sword with paralysis spell as well as a none-death spell built into it, and a Whip she made by her own hand.

Name: Eiko Makimachi

Elven Age: 900 years (appearance of a 16-18 teenager)

Race: Eldar/ Teleri/ Nandor/ Laiquendi (Green Elf)

Type: Shaman/Summoner.

Weapon: Plushies

Special Ability: Singing and drawing.

Strength: Patience, Immortality.

Weakness: Perfeccionist, has problems with multi-personalities (I may be depressed for a while and suddenly become hyper out of the blue).

Favourite colour: White/Black/Red/Pink/Purple/Silver/Green

Favourite food: Chinese and Japanese food, cherry and strawberry.

Description: Straight red hair and red eyes, I'm not very tall and I have fair skin. Not much talkative, I tend to be shy at first, but I'm very friendly. Loves music and art. Can be usually found with her magical staff.

History: I have been walking alone for a long time. I have done more friends here in the guild and I have developed a strong interest to the sindarin writing. I learned how to write in sindarin, though my spelling still isn't good enough.

Name: Cassandra Anikietos

Age: 202 ( Appears to be about 18 )

Race: Half High Elf, Half Wood Elf

Type: Neutral-Evil; Mercanary

Weapons: A set of twin daggers, katana, limited magical ability

Description: The fact that many people would consider Cassandra evil stems not from any deliberate maliciousness, but rather from her utter lack of morals. Her personal morals and ethics are the only things she goes by, and these cary greatly from those of most people. She is highly intelligent, so much so that she sometimes has trouble dealing with her own thoughts. She is able to appear absouloutly emotionless, and tends to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself, appearing stronger and more stable then she actually is. She doesn't believe in 'good' or 'evil', or any sort of universal 'right' and 'wrong'. She does have a strong sense of justice, and what principles she does have she defends with everything. She is intensly loyal to those she cares for, and would not have the slightest qualms about killing or torturing those she doesn't. She tends to be cynical and suspicious, and tries to look at things in a neutral, logical way. Can be moody and tempermental at times.

Apearance: Smalle, lithe, petite. Her strenght is often underestimated because of her somewhat fragile appearance. Pale skin, orange hair, bright green eyes, always wears black clothes. The avatar, basically.

History: Her mother was a high-born, well bred woman among the nobility of the High elves. As a teenager however, she fell madly in love with one of her bodyguards, a wood elf. So Cassandra was conceived. Her mother's family was furious, and though Cassandra was given the same material luxuries and education as her cousins and peers, she was always treated cooly and looked down upon as being a half-breed b*****d. As a child she was introverted and very intelligent, and as a result she didn't get along that well with others. She was more on the ouside looking in, observing in life more then participated. She read furiously, studied harder then just about anyone else, extremely interested in history, philosiphy, politics. She was always thinking of new facts and ideas which no one relly wanted to hear, and learned early on that nothing good ever came of her asking questions. But questions did formulate in her mind, more and more of them as she got older until she began to question the very fabric of life.

She ran away, eventually, determined to make a life for herself. It wasn't easy. Her physical fighting ability soon surpassed her magical ones as the need for it became apparent. She learned to lie and cheat and steal in order to survive. She learned not to trust people, and eventually even learned to kill when nessasery. She was never satisfied staying in one place for very long, and so moved around constantly. She became a mercanary in order to support herself, saw the worst of people, and was even more unable to be accepted into society. She became comfortable in the role of an outcast, even amused by it, and gradual the angst of her youth molded itself into some sort of inner strenght, or something of that sort.