Name: Nessa Miriel
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance (facial): She has thick wavy dark brown hair that goes to her mid-back. She often wears it pulled back into a low tail to keep it out of her way. Her eyes are hazel. Her skin is rather pale although she spends most of her time outside in the wilderness.

Clothing: Her clothing is extremely simple, consisting of a long sleeved black shirt, and dark brown pants made of soft leather. She thinks that armor interferes with movement and speed so for protection (if it can be called that) she wears a light brown leather vest that is open in the front. Since she does a lot of walking in wild terrain she has cream colored leather boots that go to her mid shin. They are extremely flexible and soft, allowing for easy movement and comfort.

Weapons: A 40" elven sword, and a short curved hunting knife.

Personality: She prefers to keep to herself although a nice conversation is always welcome. She is independent, with a fiery temper and spirit to match. Although she is untrusting of strangers, once her friendship is earned she is faithful to the end.

History: Nessa grew up in an elven village on the edge of mirkwood. Although the elves there aided their kin when the need arised, few knew about them. Her father taught her to wield a sword with supreme skill and that fact made her fit in with the boys much more than the girls. She liked nothing more than to spar with the warriors-in-training, and often ended up winning.
When she was in her late hundreds (the equivilant of a 16 year old?) she went out on a hunting trip by herself. When she returned three days later she found her village leveled and her family and friends either captured or slain by warg riders. On that day she swore to hunt the warg riders until her revenge was fulfilled. She spent decades hunting and killed countless wargs and riders. She perfected her technique in battle and soon was a figure that the orcs knew and loathed.
While quest to destroy the ring was occuring, Nessa joined a small scouting party of Galadhrim in an attempt to forget the events in her past and move on. After fourteen years with them a fateful battle occured. The scouting group was strong and could hold there own against most enemies. But on a stormy automn night the group was attacked by a pack of uruk-hai. All of the elves were slain save for three and they were toyed with until the uruk-hai grew bored and left them to die. Two of them passed on after only a few hours but Nessa miraculously managed to survive the night and get to Lothlorien. After her wounds had been treated she left the golden wood.

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

^Awesome description! I would love to write more about my characters, but i'm just too lazy to do that...