Characters:

Kira of Dol Amroth - as played by Nienna of Rohan
Czarra - as played by Nymphadora Tonks
Rihandra Edain - as played by Revenge
Serehdel - as played by Miluiel Evenstar
Deawen - as played by Deawen Elsent
Morwen - as played by Morwen1
Eomer - as played by Nienna of Rohan
Amdir - as played by Revenge
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Kira watched the celebrations from a distance. She would not dare take part, as her lord Eomer had ordered her not to. Nervous, she shifted uneasily, her sword by her side, arrows and bow on her back.

(Kira of Dol Amroth, that's the charrie I'm using, not Nienna)

(I'm interested in joining, but I'm not sure what exactly the premise of the post is. It would be awesome if you could expand.)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

yes please, to expand i think i can handle a seventh RP
morwen you beat me!

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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

(kk,Kira's in Edoras, big celebration, nearly all of the remaining bad guys have been killed, hence the celebration. She's new there)

umm Is this a second part of a previous Rp or are we just jumping straight into the plot and skipping all the introductions?

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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

this isn't the 2nd part of the rp and I'm not jumping straight into the plot either

alright so what do you want us to do? go ahead and start with our characters or do the whole character profile?

I'll do both since i have no life...
name: Deawen of the westfolde
age: 19
appearance: long copper hair usaully tied back with ribbon, wears dresses with long hems (due to her rank) pale complextion and blue eyes.
personality: sarcastic, sometimes defiant, caring at times
History: Born to an minor noble in the westfolde, Deawen grew up with little hinderance save the death of her mother. Deawen is a handmaiden but secretly knows how to fight.

Deawen loved celebrations even though she was stuck serving the high table it didn't really matter. she carried a platter of sweet meats smiling, dodging the brawls and dancing.

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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

I'll join with Czarra, here's my bio:

Name:Czarralin (Zar-a-leen), called Czarra (Zar-a)
Race: Human
Country: Rohan
Age: 23
Occupation: Rider of Rohan
Gender: Female
Height: 5’11”
Hair: Semi-Dark Blond
Eyes: Green
Complexion: Fair
Other: Rohan like clothing
Weapons: Sword
Family: Mother, Father, and Sister
Personality: find out
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Name: Into the Void aka Screamer (for his loud voice)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Color: Dark Bay
Hight:17.3HH
Skill: Endurance and war-horse
http://www.best-horse-photos.com/images/Andalusian-Stallion.jpg

Czarra sat at a table near the back of the hall, but forward enough so she could still be part of the celebration. She drank a little ale and scanned the room for nothing in particular.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

I'll follow suit
Name: Morwen
Race: Human
Age: 18
Appearance: Blonde, blue eyed, short
Personality: Feisty, intelligent, sensitive
History: Born to a rich horse breeder/sheperd in the Westfold (same village as Deawen.) Came to Edoras with Deawen to become a handmaiden at Meduseld.

Morwen was miffed about being designated the 'mead-maid' for the night. Already, most of the soldiers and peasants present were falling all over themselves, trying to get their cups refilled before anyone else. She saw Deawen dodge around a brawl at the end of the line and shot her a jealous look.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(ah the good ol days)
Deawen spotted Morwen across the hall " hægl! "
came a shout followed by a very loud responce
Several times on her way to the high table she was followed by drunken suitors mumbling something about thier love for her... Deawen always responded in the same cool and playful tone " I do not carry the mead my friend morwen is the one you love!" shooting a glance to morwen.
they laughed and went away she set the platter down at it's destination and surveyed the feast.
someone struck up a harp and fiddle and Deawen was grabbed to dance she yelped laughing. " Morwen! Help !" she laughed the mead she secretly drank affecting her.

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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

Name:Kira of Dol Amroth
Race:Human
Age:16
Appearance:brown/green two piece warrior girl's clothes, grey eyes, black hair
Personality:fiesty, fierce, intelligent
Occuation:Warrior
Weapons:bow and arrows, sword

Kira watches Deawen as she is dragged in to dance, smiling lightly. Another soldier came up to her and whispered something about 'coming to relieve her of her work' She smiled and went to drop her sword off in the armory. Kira comes back in her regular two piece warrior girl's clothes, a little smirk on her face.

Morwen yelled back, "Serves you right, for the easy job!" Yet another soldier brandished his cup at her. She topped him off and headed for the kitchen to get her ewer refilled. She heard shouts of protest as she left. She sighed and hurried back to the kitchens. Once in the steamy basement, she sat on a stool and let the feeling come back to her feet. "Heofondat, this gets worse with time," she said to herself. She could hear the cook yelling at some poor boy to fill her pitcher. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She could not have predicted that she should ever come to hate celebrations, but handmaidenship was difficult. "At least I'm not a scullery maid anymore." She had come heare a year-and-a-half ago. Some lucky friendships and a rivals fall from grace all contributed to her own rise. Now she was stuck, for the night, in a job meant for a underling. She looked back at her pitcher, saw that it was full, moaned to herself, and headed back to the noise.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

((Hey Nienna, could Kira and Czarra be friends?))

"Hey Kira," called Czarra acrossed the room as she saw her come off duty. She waved her over to the table she was sitting at.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Deawen snuck away from the dance and headed back to the kitchen she found Morwen there looking glum " hwy unrot freond?" she asked with concern " I can serve the mead for you... I need a rest from the dancing, sides I think our lady is ready to retire "

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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

(sure Czarra)

Kira waves back to Czarra and goes over to sit with her. "Hi Czarra"