3rd Age RP Profiles

[Tindomerel~Luthien]

Name: Lassiel (or 'Leaf ' in common tounge)

Race: Human

Class: Wandering minstrel

Description:

Homeland: Gondor

Magics: Can charm animals to her will with her reed pipe.

Weapons: Throwing knives and a bow staff

Alias (Optional):

Language: A strange jumble of all the languages, but speaks mostly in common.

Bio: A street urchin from Minas Tirinth, Lassiel grew up living a hard life singing and piping on street corners. She learned how to play the viol (a primitive forerunner of the violin) from various wandering bards and also picked up several languages that way. When she turned 15 a wander-lust siezed her and she's been traveling aimlessly aross Middle-earth for the better part of four years. Lassiel has a beautiful voice even though she's not much to look at, laughs at generally anything and dosen't know the meaning of the word privacy.  

[mizzlehotch777]

Name: Eledar Quenas

Race: Elf

Class: Ranger

Description: Tall, thin, athletic body with long red hair. Chiseled face with deep blue eyes

Homeland: Lothlorien

Magics: i'm an elf. Superhuman senses

Weapons: two elven shortblades and a masterwork longbow

Alias (Optional):

Language: Elven and common

Bio: Eledar grew up in the secluded Lothlorian community. He heard many stories of teh world of men and dwarves and heard much about the rings of power and the treachery of Sauron. When he reached the age of 164, he had mastered the swords and bow, and learned much of the ways of mother nature. It was when he heard that the RIng of Power was discovered that he would fight for its destruction, for it was what little he could do to influence the tides fo fate  

[Newb-lord]

Name: Narven
Race: Human
Class:Ranger
Discription: A tall dark haired man around 6.3. Wears brown traveling vest and dark blue pants. Has a tatered cape and a scar over his right eye. Also a shield Rohan.

Magic: None
Weapons: A steel long sword crafted from Gondor a elven bow made from Lothlorien. He also is a equiped with a elven short sword that his straped to his left leg.

Language: Common

Bio: Born in Rohan Narven learned at a young age to ride a horse and fight on one. In later years he would travel to the elven kingdom of Lothlorian to learn from expert marksman. He is a battle harden man that watched helplessly as his family was slaughtered by orcs. He now hunts the beaststhat took his life away.

Alies: Hunters of orcs and monsters  

[Russian_Lyricist]

Name: Nessa Azrael

Race: Human (mostly)

Class: Archer/Warrior

Description: Nessa's hair is strawberry blonde, falling to the middle of her back. It's naturally straight. Her eyes are an odd shade of gray and blue swirled seperately to look like a whirlpool from a bird's eye view. Her face is a light ivory color having more of a yellow instead of pink undertone. She stands lean at five foot seven inches. If she needs to, she will wear a dress, but only for a formal occassion otherwise she dresses herself in specially cut dark brown pants, a bronze-copper shirt at a three-quater length sleeve, dark brown boots, and a pair of gantlents.

Homeland: Rohan

Magics: She has a strange ability to control some fire which she uses VERY rarely.

Weapons: Preferably she uses a sword that hooks at the end, but for long distance she has a bow.

Alias (Optional): Whoever she can trust

Language: Common

Bio: Nessa grew up in the inner parts of Rohan serving the royal family as a young servant. She did not prefer to wear any form of feminine clothing and so when she could would change into pants and a form of shirt. She was considered odd as she spent free time examining the skills of the Riders of Rohan. They were quite magnificent on their tall steeds bearing the symbol of Rohan strongly. She sometimes snuck around at night practcing swordsmanship with the sword her father left. All she had of him was that sword and even as a young maden, wore it proudly as she gained age and was accepted as a fighting back up when times were bad. Thankfully this was because her friend, Tyson, was a rider or else she would have never gotten in! But even stranger, she found a gift for the element of fire, which has been kept a secret, even from Tyson.  

[Russian_Lyricist]

Name: Tyson Galdien

Race: Human

Class: Rider of Rohan

Description: Tyson's hair is in between curly and straight in a brown color with dark blonde highlights. His skin is tan and his eyes are unnaturally emerald green. He wears the uniform provided by the Riders of Rohan, but when he travels he prefers to wear black pants, a green shirt, and black boots. Plain and simple. He stands at six foot. He always has his sword at hand. In such times, he was told never to be off guard.

Homeland: Rohan

Magics: None

Weapons: Sword and a couple throwing daggers

Alias: Not many...

Language: Common and he knows a tiny bit of elvish

Bio: Tyson grew up in Rohan starting training to be a Rider at a mere age of seven. His teachers told him he was naturally smart and made a wonderful warrior on horseback. At fifteen he was already fully taught and allowed to ride in the army. He came to know Nessa when she was a servant offten assisting the soldiers. He soon befriended her and, knowing that she had a spark, assisted her to become a Rider of Rohan.  

[Dusk of the Raven]

Name: Nonnah kavern

Race: elf

Class: Ranger

Description: Short, black hair, Liquid Topez Eyes, pale skin, tall lanky. She hair is fairly untidy, doin its own thing. She wore a special locket her mother gave her. It is wooden, with a trick to opening it. the locket had a simple blue design on the dark colored wood. Her Locket

Homeland: unknown

Magics: Dark, raven colored wings span out her back.

Weapons: dark sword (See future post pic, here)

Alias (Optional): Ranu Hrorik

Language: Knows every language

Bio: Raised by grandmother in a forest of elves, Nonnah was always interested in swords. One day a merchant came into the nearby villiage, a dark sword wraped in cloth on his back. Nonnah thought that she must have it, so she traded 5 years of her life to be his slave for the sword, but Nonnah was tricky. After a few months of being enslaved, Nonnah made her first move. She ran away, far away, the sword in hand. She grew up far away, traveling, staying alive, and fighting for the men. Nonnah then met Ranu, and the two became very good comrades. Also joining them where Hrorik and Elthroil. But somewhere across the line, Nonnah left her friends. She traveled across morridor, to return to her grandmother for a visit. She was captured by a surprise army, scores and scores of orcs aginst her. Her last memory was seeing a powerful wizzard. She said some words, laughed at Nonnahs half-contious body, then cast a spell. Now, Nonnah is Nova. Nova, with an artificial memory, became a great asset to her new master, Sauron. The magic affected her glossy wings, turning them snowy white. Her Sword acted as a magical holder, for she was now a fully trained witch and seer. She could see things of other people...what thy're doing, what they're planning, all views of a situation. Nova was fasinated with ice...the frozen, barren wasteland. So deadly....  

[Snow~Kist]

Name: Jade Maelstrom

Race: Human

Class: Healer

Description: Medum sized with shoulderlength brown hair and almost empty white eyes

Homeland: Minas Titinth

Magics: Small healing spells and very basic light magic. Well knowledged in remedies and herbs.

Weapons: Long 6 foot staff that is a few inches taller than her.

Alias (Optional):

Language: Common

Bio: Born and Raised in Minas Tirinth and was imeadiatley put into disciple ship at the apothoacary. Jade had a talent for the healing and medicines but after her father and two brothers were killed in a caravan by an ambush of haradrim, Jade has wanted to abandon the arts of healing and learn true sorcery and cast magic of power. She took advantage of her final healer task, where they go out in the wilderness and sustaine themselves and a wounded townsfolk for two weeks, by running off, leaving her townsperson with a differnt healer aprintice [sp?], with the determination to learn how to use combative magic and kill the hardrim and any one sidded with them.  

[TZA]

Name: Cearo

Race: Human

Class: Shieldmaiden

Description: 5'4", long red hair, hazel eyes, slender but well-muscled, hands are those of someone who's used to hard work, face tan from working outside regularly

Homeland: Rohan

Magics: She's been told her smile can enchant a man, but she suspects he was only sweet talking her.

Weapons: A dagger and, thanks to her seven brothers, her hands as she's good in hand-to-hand combat

Alias (Optional): None

Language: Rohirric and a bit of Westron

Bio: She grew up a few days' walk from Fangorn. Parents and two younger brothers died when she was fifteen, she was taken in by a nearby family with seven sons. Their reactions to her coming were mixed. The eldest two didn't much like her at all, the younger of the two, Brego, much more open with his scorn. She had a very close relationship with the third and fourth sons, Helm and Aelfrid, respectively, becoming especially close to Aelfrid as he was only one year older than her. The other three boys were young enough they didn't much care one way or the other. One year after she arrived, a daughter, Wilone, was born to her foster parents. Cearo formed a tight bond with Wilone, who she considers a sister.

Trouble began when she turned twenty nine months ago. Both Brego and Aelfrid made their desire to court her known. Brego's interest took her and everyone else by surprise. Aelfrid's interest was a surprise to her alone. She wanted nothing to do with Brego, who looked at her like a piece of choice meat, and she didn't want her friendship with Aelfrid to change. She went to live with Helm and his wife, hoping putting distance between her and the two men would help the situation, but neither lost interest. She did eventually agree to give Aelfrid a chance after being worn down by Helm, friends, and people in the nearby village. There were worse things to start a marriage on than friendship, she reasoned, and there wasn't anyone else she had any interest in. Brego, angry, took her by surprise not far from the house one night when she was visiting her foster family and tried to rape her. The family heard her screams and got there before Brego was able to succeed. Their father immediately disowned him and banished him from the family.

Cearo left two days later, wanting to get away from the whole situation. Her initial plan was to head south to Edoras and try to make a fresh start there.  

[TurinTurambarSonOfHurin]

Name: Normon Dongolev (Get it? DONGOLEV?!)

Race: Male Man

Class: Ithilien Ranger

Description: The un-standard short (like, U.S. Marines short), red hair. pale white skin, and green eyes.

Homeland: Gondor

Magics: A piercing gaze, like an uruk-hai crossbow bolt

Weapons: 2-handed sword, yew longbow with arrows (iron?)

Alias (Optional): N/A

Language: Common, Sindarin (Ranger variation)

Bio: Raised in Minas Tirith, Norman's family has deep roots in Gondor. Since the plague in Osgiliath, his ancestor's first home, his fathers have been Ithilien Rangers, gaurding the borders of Gondor from harad, easterlings, and orcs. He has a deep respect for his country, and serves with a near religious zeal in the Ithilien Rangers. One day, he hopes to witness the return of king to the throne, but serving the Stewards will do for now.  

[ll Dark Warrior ll]

Carantathraiel (aka Kahr) :Name

Elf :Race

Rogue Healer :Class

Ebony hair that shines blue, pale skin; violet eyes; rosebud lips; tall, thin body; agile frame; and and mysterious aura biggrin escription

Knows Ithilien as home :Homeland

Healing powers, some telepathy :Magics

A narrow blade forged for an Elven Warrior Queen :Weapons

Quenyan and English :Language

Can trace her lineage back to Lorien Royalty, but she was exiled along with her mother and father after her father disgraced the realm. She and her mother wandered the earth after her father lost all sense of sanity. The two of them lived in the woods on the border of Ithlien. Kahr learned to speak english from the children of Ithilien, and was respected and loved by the village folk. She loves to sing and dance, and it is said that the wind carries her songs long after her singing has ceased. :Bio

 

[Amaroq K]

Name:Hrorik Ericsson

Race:man

Class:Warrior

Description:he is 7 ft with long orange hair that comes down to his shoulders and it flows freely. He would be mistaken for one of Beorn's folk, but he is not. (he's kind of viking-ish) When he was born a prediction was made about him that he would one day be needed greatly. His shoulders are broad, his body very well muscled. On his face he normally wears a hearty smile and all could feel his well being once he entered the building, but when his enemies face him his scowl will make them cower even if there are 100 of them and only one of him.

Homeland: Some place in the middle of nowhere.

Magics:none

Weapons:All he has is his war ax that his double-sided and is about 5 ft long and he also carries on his back a 6 and half foot 2 handed sword in its scabbard on his back. His War ax would be belted on to his back as well. Although he generally carries it most of the time.

Alias (Optional): To most he is called Strongaxe. The reason he is mostly known as Strongaxe is because he once split a steel shield with his War Ax.

Language:Common, Gondorian, Rohirric, and a little High elven. Yeah, he's been around.

Bio: He is the last of a forgotten folk of long ago that have been somehow keeping their line alive until him. He was born unto a military genius and he shows the same traits in planning a battle and during one. Also, ever since he turned 6 years old he has been trained in the art of combat and of the usage of the 2 handed sword. The ax was his first weapon and usually the one he uses, but if he's in a tight spot he'll toss the ax aside and unsheathe his 2 handed sword. He has wandered middle earth ever since his parents died when he was 16 and a fully trained leader and warrior. He is now 25 and knows Middle Earth almost as well as aragorn does.  

[9-None-9]

Name:Tathar Ar-Feiniel.

Race:Elf.

Class:Ranger.

Description:

Homeland:Mirkwood.

Magics razz yrokenesis,some healing magic.

Weapons:Sword and Longbow(tathar mostly uses his longbow.

Alias (Optional):None.

Language:Elvish and common tongue.

Bio:Tathar was son of Huor and Ecthelion. Huor taught him some healing magic but he didn't pay attention to her much and now can only heal cuts and bruises. His father was a ranger who taught him the skill he needed to become one also his secret ability pyrokenesis.Now Tathar roams middle earth fighting against Sauron and his minions so the ring bearer will be able to destroythe ring in the cracks of doom.