Ithilwen Feiniel
nothing is impossible to a determined woman
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Username:Luthien Tinvuiel
Name: Ithilwen Feiniel
Age:2,200
Place of Origin: Rivendell
Occupation: Ranger,Guard,adventurer
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Gender:Female
Body Type & Height: Ithilwen boasts a curveous figure that is toned with a mixture of soft and firmness from years of training. she stands at a graceful 5'6"
Overall Appearance:She has been described as a rose: beautiful but deadly. her face is round with eyes that are always alight with life and fire, full lips that have already felt a lovers kiss. She stands tall and yet glides when walking.
Face ClaimEmmy Rossum
Hair Color & Appearance: Her hair is a dark brown common in the Noldor and flows down to her hips in waves. It is often kept in an ornate braid or ponytail when traveling and she does wear them in warrior braids when needed. On special occassions or when not traveling it is kept out of its bounds to flow.
Eye Color:Light brown.
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Family Tree:
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Lover: single.
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Personality: Ithilwen always has a thirst for adventure and exploring new places. She is the more bold and fiery type of elleth to not be held back by her gender. While she does not mind showing off her feminine side, she just doesnt want to be judged based on appearences. Ithilwen can be a sweet maiden when she wishes to be to those that know her, but judge her or toy with her emotions and she will be sure to get even. The elleth in her constantly yearns for the wind in her air and the freedom she gets. A different side comes out when she is in battle. Oh how she enjoys the taste of her blade slicing through orc flesh. Yet she never looses herself in the battle and always keeps her head and wits about her.
Aspirations: Ithilwen wants to be accepted fully as not only a warrior but as a woman as well by others. She wants to live up to the expectations her mentor had for her and learn to start over after having lost her loved one in combat.
Strengths: Ithilwen is a fighter and like one she knows battle tactics when it comes down to it. She knows the wild better than some since she spends all her time among them. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and those she deem worthy enough to be her friend.
Weakness: Ithilwen is not exactly the maiden a male dreams of. While yes she has her feminine side, she doesnt know how to act around an ellon who is interested in her; she is oblivious to advances. Ithilwenr's loyalty is also a fault which is similar to a mother hen.
Fears: Ithilwen fears of falling in love and being caged and having her freedom limited because of the marriage. She also fears of being constantly looked down because a female warrior is not something the male species is familiar with. Ithilwen also has a fear of losing those closest to her.
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Weapons: Bein Gurth ( Beautiful Death)- an elven sword her mentor as a token of their friendship. The sword is made from black steel which had turned the blade itself black as night. This sword is never far from her side.
Arin elen ( day star )- A bow of the galadrhim which was also a gift from her mentor after she had proven herself worthy of wielding the bow.
Transport: Caranor (red sun)- A fiery red horse that is red as the rising sun. He is sleek and built for speed and endurance. She had raised him after having to prove herself to be worthy of a meara. The two are soul bound which means when she dies, he will soon fade from grief. But until then he will live on. He posses the speed,intelligence and strength of the mearas. Given his rider is elvish his lifespan had become that of the elves rather than the normal lifespan of men. His height is 21HH (84 inches at shoulder) which is the normal height for mearas.
Caranor'sTack: Tack. Caranor's tack is a combination of Mithril and hardened leather. It was forged by the Dwarves of Erebor during its prime. It was a kingly gift given to her by the Dwarven smiths for they had never attired a Mearas and so were delighted when she requested the mithril that she had mined herself with the help of Dwarves of course. It is very light and as hard as dragon scales; Caranor does not lose his speed or agility in anyway.
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History:Ithilwen as an elfling had spent the better hundred years learning what it meant to be a lady. Her mother was quite the strict tutor and she would learn how to play the harp and flute and even sing. Never once was Ithilwen allowed to pick up a sword for her mother would always tell her the battlefield is no place for an elleth. as she grew, Ithilwen was one of the late bloomers but she blossomed into quite the beauty when she reached young adulthood.
Many warriors did indeed try for her hand but Ithilwen had her heart set on the captain of the guard. It was a tragic love, she was far too young for the mature ellon and so she loved him from afar.The two rarely spoke but it was often light conversation when they would. Soon Ithilwen was in tears when she found he had married at the end of the year. Ithilwen recovered soon and was laughing just as like old times. She had found love that spring with the lieutenant of the army and the two were acting like love struck fools. When they werent doing their respectful duties, the two were with each other. He promised her marriage but it was not meant to be. During a patrol, they were ambushed by orcs and her fiancee was killed in the action while defending his home. Ithilwen, upon hearing the news fell into a severe depression for the better part of the year.
Her parents; fearing that she would fade sent her away to the golden woods where she might find herself once more. Yet the girl had started to train in the ways of the ranger to take away the grief she had been feeling all those years. It took time and effort but within a good hundred years she had mastered the ranger art and had started traveling on her own despite these dangerous times. After five hundred years away from home she had forgotten her grief and was now a hardened Ranger. She did spend time with her family but it had grown less and less with each passing year because of her constant traveling. It wasnt until a few hundred years ( shy of 700) that she had found out from a passerby her parents had sailed to the undying lands. The call of the sea had been too great for them.
Ithilwen then realized just how alone she truly was now. So she shut people out of her life and took to the road traveling as far as Gondor and back. The Rohirric had become familiar with the elleth and so had decided to let her live peacefully for a time in their homeland. They even went so far as to part with a meara after she had proved herself worthy of being a great ally. This however was after many years of fighting along side the rohirric. After haivng recieved such a gift she had reluctantly departed from the Westfold and had returned home.
For awhile however she had stayed within Dale, the town under the great city of Erebor. here she traded her goods and even visited Erebor on ocassion. Yet that day came. During the desolation of Dale, ithilwen had fought astride Caranor's back. But all was lost. heavy hearted she helped evacuate survivors and bury the dead. She had even wrote a dirge for the lost; oh how she hated seeing the little ones cry. After helping those that had lost so much start over did she take her leave once more.
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Codeword: My Precious
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