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My non-LOTR Character- Treston.
[font=Comic Sans MS, serif]Treston bore of magnificent armour; passed down from his father it was. Beneath one arm, he held his helm in the shape of a dragon's head. Aye, he dearly thought dragons were wondrous creatures, though, knew they were the most unexpected type as well. The form of the helm, like said before, was in the dragon shape; for the eyes were blood red rubies with black slits. For chest armor, he bore Lamellar armor that was covered by what many called 'Dragon' armor. If one were to see of it, they think the front of the armor seemed to be the underbelly of a dragon.
At his waist was a worn leather belt that wielded his sword and a few daggers. A dagger that he most treasured was a wicked one to look at indeed. The dagger was mayhap 13 inch. The blade was the color of crimson liquid when spilled from a wound. The handle was made a pure gold; small dragons were carved within its blade. His sword her treasured as well. It had odd inscriptions upon that only he knew what they said. The hilt of the large sword was made as if it looks like a dragon spitting out silver fire.
Now, Trenton’s appearance was odd to some. He was mayhap 21 years of age. He stood about 5'8 and weighed roughly around 195 lbs. He was well built, and his skin was a light tan. His hair was a shaggy, ear-length black that was slightly curled. his eyes..Ah his eyes were the most trancing part they were. Their color was a deep orange..Yes; orange with gold specks. Some say it was of a magic spell when they see of him. Though, there was something mysterious about him..Something no one, not even himself, knew.. Aye..He was a Halfling; partial Elf and partial human. He never knew of this, though.
Treston had a grand personality; always kind, caring, and yet deadly serious when need be. He looked after villages from time to time when he traveled. He had always tried to avoid wars, but, was always summond to fight in them. He minded not of it at all, though.
Treston's past was a dreadful and weary one at that. Ever since he was a lad, he had been shuned by the King himself for not doing as was told. Aye, he was a trouble maker, though, learned his lesson through out the years. His father and mother both died from a terrible accident; his father dieing from a horse falling upon him and crushing him beneath the weight; his mother died of a sickness that took her life away to another world. Treston had been on his own for 11 years now, never have a companion; save for his horse.[/font]
Here's my LOTR character-Almárëa
[font=Dauphin, serif]Almárëa..Ah, if one were to look up her they think her as a queen of a land. Of course, such beauty comes from her Elven traits. Almárëa was an Elf from Mirkwood. One of King Thranduil's most trusted archer and fighter. Ever since she was young she had been trained by the King himself. Thus, her archery and fighting skills were at top notch.
Almárëa was now twenty years of age(In human years that is). She had been part of the Royal Mirkwood Archery ever since she was nine. When fighting, she bore the armory of the mirkwood Elves. Her helment was usually different than the others, but, she minded not of it. When not fighting, she usually bore a gown of white that was pure white at top, but slowly fadded to a dark evergreen at the bottom. She usually had on a silver cloak and a tiarra that was given to her by the King.
Her appreance was a grand one at that; long brown hair that fell to her midback and was a light maple color; her eyes were a deep sky blue. Her skin was fare and tan. The color of her lips and cheeks were of the lucious rose red petals. Upon her right hand was a ring made from fine crystaline orbs in the shape of a butterfly. She stood about 5'6, and her weapons consists of a longbow of Lothlorien, a quiver full of Mikrwood arrows, twin white blade with Elf inscriptions upon it, and a wicked curved dagger that had a black blade with silver engravings, and a gold handle.
Like said before, her past was mostly training with the King ever since she was young. Lord Thranduil had become like a second father to her. When she had travled out of Mirkwood to go and meet other in Lothlorien, she had met Haldir..An Elf she would never, ever forget. She was young at age when she met him; and he was young as well. he was brave and stong, even for a lad. Though, when word got 'round that Sauron had conjured up an army that himself and his orcs were in, she had to be split appart from Haldir and go straight back to Mirkwood.
Almárëa had a personality that one would always wish to see in others. Caring, kind, and willing to help out on anything. When fighting, she became dead serious and fought with much hope and no despair. She had always looked at things in a positive way, for example; If one were to look at a goblet that was filled with water to the halfway mark, she would think it as half full and not half empty. She usually brought back hope to many hearts upon battlefeilds. Alas, her days of real fighting have just begun, for the fellowship of the ring was about to be formed, and she wanted to be apart of it to help young Frodo Baggins upon his journey to Mordor.[/font]
Ok, those are my characters! Did you like them, or no?
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