Hey =) I know I'm new and have barely got started on A-U yet, but I've had this idea for an RP for ages and thought I might as well post it. It's set in Middle Earth, Gondor, Ithillien, based around a girl called Goldleaf (my character) and her friends. They live in the otherwise uninhabited woods of Ithillien, coming from broken homes and suchlike. They harbour hopes to help their country in the war against Mordor, so they battle courageously against the orcs and Haradrim that come into their lands, even though the rangers of Ithillien, led by Captain Faramir, are in charge of Ithillien's wellbeing.
Faramir is not a character in this role play, however you may play one of his rangers if you like. This is basically about the struggle of the free peoples of Middle Earth against Mordor set in Ithillien. You can bring in characters that aren't from Gondor if you like, elves, Rohirrim, if you like. I might put more thought into the storyline as it goes along. Here's my profile for my character:

Name: Goldleaf
Age: 19
Appearance: Pale skin, long, golden hair usually twisted back for battle, fair of face and tall of stature.
Personality: Good-natured, determined and kind-hearted.
Background: Has no family, she sought refuge in the woods of Ithillien at the age of 17 after a violent attack from the orcs of Mordor. Has started to make friends like of mind on the matter of Mordor.

-Role-playing style-
- Role play in story form, for instance, "she rode across the plains" instead of *rides across the plains*

Have fun, I hope you like this roleplay.

xxx

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Goldleaf sat in silence, stoking the crackling fire with a small twig. She could hear voices and footsteps that she knew belonged to the rangers of Ithillien. They were always on watch; but so was she. It did not hurt Gondor to have a few more defenders. The voices were growing angrier, she frowned and whispered, "orcs?" Her hand slipped to the hilt of her sword. She could hear no mention of orcs, but she was alert as the footsteps grew closer.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

((I will join, mellon nin! I give you congrats for joining in RP so early! Yes, yes! Okay, may I have two chars, if you don't mind? If so, then here are my chars bios:

Name-Turwaithiel
Translation- Victorious among the Elves, Warrior
Race: Woodlen Elf
Birth Year-SA 3227
Hair-Dark brown
Eyes-Blueish-Silver
Face-resembles her father...an stern yet cheerful face
Lineage- Mother- Ithilwen (deceased)
Father- Tegalad
Siblings-Veryangóle
Cousin-Rhavaniel
Married?-No, but she has been engaged, but then her husband was captured, so she is always looking for him...or at least his body. His name was Caelamondorion.
Children?-No
Weapons- Rivendell Bow with Mirkwood Arrows, Lothlorien Wrist Dagger, Archer's Bane Sword, An necklace that shine when darkness reigns
Animals: An white and grey spotted Mare named Tathar and a falcon named Blindsight and a small wolf named Nightbane
Pic of falcon: http://www.gyrs.com/images/content_image.jpg
Pic of horse: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c ... chador.jpg
Pic of wolf: http://library.thinkquest.org/26020/pag ... lf_pup.gif
Pic- http://www.worldofwallpapers.nuche.org/ ... maiden.jpg
Basic clothing: She almost always wears an battle-like clothes; an pair of light brown breeches, an white undershirt with an light dragonscale silver vest on top.
History- Turwaithiel was born and raised in the Mirkwood Forest. Her mother died giving birth to her and her brother, Veryangóle, whom are the same age. Her father then left them in the care of an old Dunedain Ranger as he left and went to the Valnior. Turwaithiel has been raised as an Knight Archer of the Forest and Protecter of the Leaf. She is repected highly for becoming whom she is now. Her brother is in Rohan now helping the king.

AND

Name-Falcon Hawklight
Translation- Sea-Ranger Protector
Race: Mortal
Birth Year-unknown
Hair-black hair
Eyes-light blue
Face-joyful yet mystrious
Lineage- Mother-Lady Ravalove
Father- Lord Adogeon
Siblings-Alithyra
Married?-No
Children?-no
Weapons- One long broadsword, two Duidain daggers, one rivendell bow with quiver of arrows
Animals: A horse named Whitefire
Basic clothing: black breeches with a light green tunic;black boots with dark black cloak
History- Falcons parents are both nobles, but he has no desire to become a Lord, as his sister has no desire to become a Lady. So, they both left there parents when they where young and went to the Elves for help. They stayed in Rivendell for a time and then decided to go to Rohan and served the King there. They have lived there ever since.

I hope those work. Is it okay if Falcon could be a good friend of yours and an helper also? I will bring Turwaithiel in later. ))

MY POST:

Another person came into view, creeping through the thickit slowly. He was heavily armed and cloaked, as one of the rangers, but his cloak was not a dark green like Faramir's rangers, but a light blue, to show that he was a ranger in training, or an apperentice.

His name was Falcon. Falcon Hawklight. He had dark blue eyes and a muscular figure, tan in skin color with dark brown hair. He was an handsome lad of 17 already taught in the affairs of courting and battle-tatics, evening though he was nothing more than an commoner in the social scale.

Falcon came up behind Goldleaf, creeping slowly, moving with the shadowsm, as he was taught. "Goldleaf?" He whispered, hoping it was her.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

I'll join
Deawen walked through the woods carefuly her copper hair was hidden by her cloak she was only seventeen but she already carried a sword.
*thats all i have to post for now I have to go*

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Goldleaf turned round and saw Falcon. "It's me," she replied, her voice very low. "There seems to be something strange going on with the Ithillien rangers." She took her hand off the hilt of her sword. "Do not worry, we'll find out."

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Falcon smiled. "It's good to see you." He said to her, kneeling beside her. "Really? Do you want me to go and ask? I am an apprentice."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Goldleaf smiled. "Do not trouble yourself, Falcon," she said. "Though I thank you. At the moment, we should be keeping guard of our own boarders. Yesterday the rangers had a bit of a..." She cleared her throat. "...Falling out with the Haradrim. They should not be in a pleasant mood."

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

{would a dwarf be okay for the story? Like, be the thing thats sturring up the rangers at the moment?}

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(that sounds like a very good idea =))

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

(In what time is this? Based on the War of the Ring.)

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(During the war of the ring)

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

name: Garsun
age: 24
race: dwarf
gender: male
eyes: brown
hair: brown, long(both beard and head hair), braided in places
History: find out

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Garsun was walking through the forest, minding his own business. Next thing he new Ithilian ranger had surrounded him and then bound him and started taking him toward their hide out...

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Goldleaf heard struggling and voices. She walked forward, hesitant to draw her sword against the Ithillien rangers. She followed them through the darkness, they seemed to be carrying a small creature of what race she did not know, but it was definitely not an orc; she could hear it crying out in a strange language. She sensed a pause as there was more talking; she took her chance and snatched the prisinor from their grasp. She ran, fast, before turning a corner into her own hideout and taking the creature by the shoulders.
"Who are you?" she enquired, the firelight flickering in the face of what she now realised was a dwarf.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Garsun was starting to get confused. Southern men were very strange.
"I am Garsun, son of the King under the Mountain. And may I ask who you are?"

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She smiled. "I am Goldleaf, and I live here in Ithillien. You must not judge the Ithillien rangers who just tried to capture you too harshly; they are good men but they thought you were an orc, an enemy of Gondor." She extended her pale thin hand towards him, bending down slightly to match his height.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~