Name: Renald Bloodfeather

Race: Human

Age: 26

Appereance: Brown hair that reaches his ears, blue eyes, agile body and sharp face figures..

Personality: Cheerful, cunning, trecherous, self centered and greedy..

Occupation: Thief..

Clothing: Brown black clothes, brown black studded leather armour with a black hood.

Equipment: Few ropes, daggers, a short sword and a short bow...

Skills: Moving silently, lockpicking, archery, stealing(obvious!)

History: Born to the streets of Gondor and at a young age began to steal to feed his family until the war of the ring took his family away from him and he continued his days as a thief in Minas Tirith causing the guards a lot of trouble, but then had to flee under some misfortunate circumstances and headed for Rohan and Arnor where he still lurks unknown even today. He had ran into some trouble with some prisoner of somesort, but seemed to have escaped with bruises and wounds in the end.(the prisoner thread..)

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Renald walked past the tree`s with his horse behind him by the straps, he whistled as he had his hood and yet he held his other hand on his sword.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(:D Welcome)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(ah hah! I will make my entrance!)<br>
A lone figure was riding through the woods. Atop of a large dapple grey Stallion, the rider's face was covered by the hood of her dark green cloak. Slowly the hood slipped off the rider's head revealing a long jagged scar that ran down the left side of her face. <br>
The woman was scarred and rough. The grey eyes studying everything. The hilts of two mithril hilted swords shone from behind her shoulders. Her eyes ever watchful she continued riding, waiting and watching. <br>

(huh...didn't mean for the last part to rhyme...but it sounded good!)

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Eomira, Lady of Ithilien<br>
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Renald entered the lake beach and brought his horse to the water to drink, he himself washed his face and then realised that there were some figures on the otherside of the beach. He looked at them for a while trying to make something out of their words, but then shrugged since it wasn`t his business.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cogs where clicking in the elf's head, as she measured out distances. Suddenly she made a swift dart back towards where she had come from, her small feet making no sound on the grass.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Maihele casually turned her gaze towards the figure on the far side of the lake, her eyes taking in the height, width, build, and behavior of both horse and man, making a silent note of their appearance.

When the elf ran, Maihele, swift in action, quick to react, snatched her bow and nocked an arrow, sprinting after the elf, the long strides of her tall stature easily keeping pace with the younger elf. She didn't chase to catch, however, but merely remained behind slightly, to follow, her supple leather boots making not a sound.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((Silm...Dont kill the man if thats what you were thinking ^^))
When she reached the clearing where her master stood, she cowered behind him, still clutching the broken bow to her cheast. She was rewarded with another sharp backhand, sending her spwaling again.
She rolled together in a feral position as her master rained blow after blow on her already bruised body "Fly from danger like a bird would you!?!" he shouted, aiming a sharp kick at her side

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

(I won't kill him ^^ Maihele doesn't really kill anyone....)

Maihele hissed her words sagely from the shadows. "Would a beaten dog have the bravery to face danger? No, he would cower, because he has been beaten by his master, and he has no spine because of it.... blame yourself, sir"

She remained in the shadows, the darkness of her black attire concealing her, the cloak shielding her pale complexion from their view.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((Lol good^^))
The man stood still and glared about, laying of his elf for a moment. "Who is there!" he demanded angrily.
Whimpering the elf pushed herself up and looked around "I am not a weak dog..." she muttered.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"Who said the dog was weak, young one? I merely mentioned the master has only himself to blame for the behavior...." Maihele spoke quietly, stepping from the shadows, the light streaming through the trees just barely catching a portion of her pallid, deathly fair, face. In her gloved hands rested her bow, the string drawn just slightly, the focus of her eyes unknown, shadowed by her hood.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Renald shook his head as they left, they might have been talking, arguing or even fighting, but that was no one of his business. He had lately escaped a group of elves and rangers in the woodlands, amazingly they had even recognized him and asked him to surrender. They all said it would be for his best, but they all knew what their law was like and Renald would only be in the gallow that way.

He took his horse and tied it to a tree deciding to camp there at the beach, he still kept his weapons ready incase those two appeared again.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"Who do you think you are!" the man demanded.
He drew his sword and kicked his elf to the floor again. She crumpeled and clutched at the fresh bruises.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"Maihele, at your service," Maihele replied in mock respect, giving only a slight nod of her head. "And who might you be? A man of Rohan by the looks...." Her tone was seemingly casual as she regarded the man scrutinizingly, then lowered her gaze towards the cruelly humiliated elf. "Let her up...."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"I am Nahar, and I shall do as I wish." he placed a heavy foot on the elfs chest and held her down with it. There was a pause as she gasped for air "And I shall treat my servants as I wish."

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"Servant? And from whom did you purchase a light elf? Light Elves are not meant to be seen as a creature beneath a human. They are beings of high dignity, and all should be treated as such...." Maihele took a few silent steps forward, a smirk playing upon her lips, though her tone remained neither worried nor angered.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Rhavaniel flinched at the dark elf's words. It was something she had tried to forget in her years as a slave, something that made her feel sick when thought of.
"It is none of youre buisness, if I found her myself!" Nahar bellowed losing his temper quickly.

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