this sounds fun... can i be the witch king and an OC?

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(i'll join sounds like a great Idea! i'll have to make up a profile)

Name: senqwa
Gender: Female
Race: human
Age: 19
Status: soldier
Hair colour: black and it's wavy
Eye colour: lavender
Appearance: the armor of mordor. but she wears a ring on her necklace that is always hidden. it was from her husband who was killed in the raid of her village
Weapons: bow and arrow.
Personality: sweet and kind but she has to put up an evil front so she doesn't get killed. she is very sesitive and caring.
History: senqwa's village was taken over by some evil men. and they only way there were not going to kill her is if she would join them in the battle. she said yes and has been with then for about 6 months now. she is really kind at heart but has to put up an evil front to not get killed. after everytime she kills someone or after a battle she goes somewhere where no one can find her and she crys.

Ok here is my OC bio...
Apparently Sauron has some idea about ladies in war.

Name: Morwenna
Age: 19
Appearance: Thick black hair, gray eyes, wears Mordor colors (black, gray, red, brown)
Weapon: bow and arrow; the bigger the better
History: lived in Gondor. She was captured by orcs and they told her to give them information or she would die. She told them everything they wanted and more and even helped them destroy her village.

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I'll make up a profile! ^_^

Name: Shamíra Nassaris
Gender: Female
Race: Moriquendi (Dark Elf)
Age: 1,000
Status: General
Eye colour: Crimson
Hair: Jet black, straight.
Special ability: Master weilder of Dark Magics
Personality: Moody, unpredictable, vicious, unforgiving, violent, hard as a rock, only remotely kind to those she favours.
History: Born in Mordor to two of Sauron's personal squadron, Shamíra grew up in a sinister family. Forced to raise herself from the age of ten, she quickly mastered her weapons and became a feared opponent. Hating all who oppose Sauron, she prooved herself to be an invaluable asset in many battles and hostile situations.

I am Faramir

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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

(dark elves are called Moriquendi)

Name: Makra k Sulo
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 21
Status: Soldier
Apperence:
Personality: Either depressed, this is when he is truly himself. Or filled with a lust for blood and death.
History: Born in Khand and tricked by Suaron into a life debt, he fights to win back his freedom and houner. However though he may have accepted the commison unwillingly, slowly the evil deeds he has been forced to do have seeped into his heart, turning it as black as any could wish. The irony is that now he has no huner left to gain, nor would he give up his life of killing if he had the chance.

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^Oh thanks for clearing that up! (about the Moriquendi)
Do we have enough people to start yet?

Makra stood behind her, running his fingers along his sword, waiting for it to be stained with the blod of his enemies, his servetude forgotten.

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Shamíra gazed darkly about her from the back of her midnight-black horse, Hiruk. An orc glanced up at her curiously. Catching his glance, she knocked him to the ground, her anger arisen. "What is it, you maggot-filled simpleton? Never seen a general before?" she sneered, her dark blade to his throat.
An evil look filled his eyes. "No, miss. Just never seen a female one."
She beheaded him swiftly. The other orcs stared in horror. She swung her blade menacingly. All stepped back quickly. "Get back to work." she snarled. "We haven't all day."
Pulling her the hood of her black cloak over her black hair, she sat upon Hiruk, her scarlet eyes glowing beneath the shadow that the hood cast upon her face. She watched as the ugly creatures loaded the boats. She sighed with impatience. "Move faster!" she snapped.
Immediately, the pace of the depraved creatures tripled. After another moment of watching, the boats were ready. "Cast off!" She ordered. She nudged Hiruk forward into the boat, his matching crimson eyes terrifying the orcs. She grinned malciously at their mixed reactions. As the boat approached mid-river, she lowered her hood, her pointed features visible. She raised her gaze to a tower, where a Gondorian soldier was staring at her like a fool. Drawing an arrow with lightening speed and loosing it at the guard, she watched as he tumbled to the ground and splashed into the water. She cursed fluently at the resulting splash. Again, the orcs stared in awe. "Row." she hissed.
As they approached the shore, she coaxed Hiruk to the front of the boat. The landing planks were lowered and she rode off, her party the first to arrive on the enemy shores. She rode in the direction of Xoroku and her party.

senqwa was in the boat with Xoroku. she wasn't too afriad right now. she had become skilled with her bow and arrow. but she feared for the men who were fighting this battle, the numbers of the evil forces were too great and the good, too small. she sent a prayer to the valar to protect this men that were fighting this war. she prayer to the valar to forgive her of the mens lifes she took. she looked up at Xoroku, she looked ferce.

Shamíra breathed in deeply and wrinkled her nose as she turned to Xoroku. "The stench of human flesh. How I seek to extinguish it for eternity." she muttered darkly. She glanced at the orcs pouring on to the river bank. Again, her amazing fluency in curses of the elven, human and Mordor tongues surprised the orcs and they watched her curse as Gondorians flitted between pillars. She glared venemously at them. Quickly, they snapped back to work. It was her general hatred of all things that made her so lethal. She had no soft places in her heart, only a black, hard rock. The only ones she managed to speak civilly to were Xoroku, Hiruk and Sauron. She doubted there would be many more. As Hiruk stomped his foot impatiently at the delay, she scowled. "Move, you maggots!" she snapped at the lumering orcs. "We haven't all Age!" As the orcs moved to invade, Shamíra watched, smiling with a disturbing satisfaction as the red blood of men stained the streets of the human city Osgiliath. She coaxed Hiruk forwards once more, and drew her blade. She glanced back at Xoroku. "For the Dark Lord." she charged forth, decapitating and slaying all about her. The men stumbled out of her way as she approached, the crimson shade of her eyes twice as fearsome. A cloud descended over Osgiliath. The orc's performance improved, thankful for the shield from the Yellow-face. She searched those lying in the street for survivors and killed any that she found alive.