Name: Avari Aras
Gender: Female
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair: Golden Blonde
Age: She lied about it so many times she started beliving herself (In other words she doesn't know)
Build: Quite tall, very thin but not exactly too thin.
Brought up: In rivendale for sometime and in gondor for a while before her parents were murdred
Horse: Lantras
Weapons: Sword: Jet Black, with a white hilt
Quiver of arrows: Green and silver
Arrows: Green and Silver.
Other: She doesn't tell many people anything about herself. You'll just have to gain her trust before she tells you anything near the truth...

Darkness covererd the long plains as a jet black horse galloped flat out. The moon shone feebly from behind the cloads. After a few minuets the moon was covered and nothing could be seen. Avari reined in the horse. Lut'say snorted and tossed his head up. Avari looked around her. Her grey eyes could see nothing more than a few feet from her. Lut'say snorted as Avari landed softly on the ground. Her golden hair fell around her shoulders as she stepped foreward slightly. A terrible screaching filled the air. It seemed to cut through time itself. The sound hit the ears like ice and slipped down the spin. When it stopped Avari drew the jet black blade that she kept around her waist. Her hand was shaking slightly. Dark rain drops fell down from the cloads. The rain through water down on the pitch black plains without mercy. Avari held the blade out infront of her, the slightly curved blade quivering.

Hours passed as Avari trudged through the mud and slim, slipping and slidding, leading Lut'say. The rain splashed all around her, blocking out all noise. After a while she got used to it and it seemed ust a noise in the background. She stopped and looked up at the sky. Her grey eyes brimming with tears. She heard light foot falls behind her. She spun around but nothing was there but a slightly blacker patch of black against the blackness. She watched the empty space , fear brimmng up inside her...

(Anyone Join!)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

I'll join you. When is this RP set?

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(Yay. It can be set anytime. I only joined today so I'm not really sure about much. You xan choose the time if you want.)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

((You choose. I wanted to know, because which chacater I should use...))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(I don't really know anything about times so if you could help on that account. I'm not really sure what 'ages' are on this game )

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

((You know...like before the War of the Ring, while the Warof the Ring is going on or after the War of the Ring...))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(Oh right Just after Frodo has set out on his errand from Rivendale.)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

okay, then here's my profile:

Name:
Lady Tindomerel Narninore, Daughter of Lord Elrond, Younger Sister of Arwen Undomiel, Elrohir and Elladan.

Race:
Elf of Imladris

Age:
2511 (At the time of Bilbo's Farewell feast) But she looks about 22.

Birthday:
August 13

Zodiac Sign:
Leo

Skills:
Healing powers, master swordswoman, okay archer,

Weapons:
Her elven sword, Narmacil. Her elven bow. Her hunting knife, Seregdagnir.

Personality:
Kind, caring, sweet and gentle. Brave, fearless, deadly and bold. Sad, dark, mysterious and beautiful. Very un-ladylike.

Physical Description:
She has dark amber eyes, that would startle any being. She has the beauty of her sister, Arwen Undomiel, but she's more in the likeness of Luthien, some say she is more fair, when she's not off killing orcs or with the rangers. Her pale, china-like skin that in flawless. She is slender. And she moves as swift and silent as a shadow. Long, raven black hair falls down her back freely.
She wears elven traveling clothes most of the time. (Like Arwen's chase outfit.) But sometimes she wears different clothes, more lady-like things, when she's in Rivendell and lorien.

Short Background:
Tindomerel is the youngest child of Lord Elrond. She is as fair as her older sister, Arwen Undomiel, and as fearless as her older brothers, Elladan and Elrohir. She grew up half in Lorien, half Rivendell, like her sister. From her father, she learned the skills of healing. From her grandmother's people, she learned to wield blade and bow, becoming deadly with the sword, very clueless on how to use the bow.
Her father gave her a second name when she was little. Narninore. Fire of My Heart. She is a flame of beauty, dangerous enough to capture anyone mortal's heart. She walks in the likeness of Luthien Tinviel, like her sister.
Now that she has settled in Rivendell, she is offen found protecting it's walls and surroundings from orcs and other dangers. She is friends with the Rangers and as had a friendship with Aragorn, aka Strider, for many years. She is also found dancing around Rivendell, but only at twilight, singing Elvish songs to the wind.

Animals with her most of the time: Lebethron, her black stallion. He's strong, noble and very faiithful to Tindomerel. Nimloth, a pure white wolf with sky blue eyes. Tindomerel saved Nimloth as a pup and after that they became closer. She will protect Tindomerel, but is just a little afraid of fire.

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(She's really cool! Her stallion sounds alot like Lut'say. Oh and Avari has a jet black husky named Nathron.)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

((Cool. Okay...Should I post?))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(Yep go ahead

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

((Where are we right now? Near Rivendell, Bree, Lorien, Gondor, Rohan???????????? Sorry. I can get confused, a lot.))

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The Ever So Confused One

Sig ll Moi

(The Rohan Plains. Or she thinks she is. Avari is lost.)

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THE NAZGUL OF MYSTERY
Never to Be Found, Never to Be Sort. Only Watching, Waiting.

Just for you...

I'm a Leak. But if I was a Chicken I think I'd be a pink one. NOT A BLACK ONE!

Name : Rhavaniel
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black
Eyes: a deep tone of green speckeled with bright gold
Looks:
Very pale and very tall. A wonderful figure and slim toned limbs.
Other to 'Appearance' : wears a gold collar around her neck, as a sign of slavery. The gold shows she is a) worth a lot to her owner and b) her owner is very rich.

Powers : If any, that of tracking silently
Weapon:
A beautiful black bow with an intercate silver pattern of vines on it. The arrows are long and have black swann feathers. The quiver is also black with the silver silver outlines of
a dragon on.
Other to 'Weapons' : Her weapons are the only remanents of her past.


Personality: Proud, gentel (usually), sad, thoughtfull
History : Is forbidden by her master to speak of it.
Other to 'Other' : none

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

Oh I want to join!

Name: Eléowyn
Race: mortal of Rohan
Age: 19
Weapons: long sword, hunting knife
Horse: Authion, a large white stallion
Appearence: long black hair, blue/gray eyes, short and slender, fair skin
Personality: warmhearted, outgoing, brave, intelligent, adventurous
Brief history: Eléowyn was abandoned by her mother when she was only 5. She never knew her father. After she was abandoned she was taken in by Eomund and Theodwyn (parents of Eomer and Eowyn). Although she was very grateful, she was never really close to her foster family. When Eomund and Theodwyn died (she was around 16). She bid farewell to Eomer and Eowyn and decided to travel middle earth.

As Eléowyn rode Authion through the plains of Rohan, she noticed a figure trudging throught the mud. As she came closer she realized that it was a young woman. She seemed lost. "Good day traveler!" she called with a smile and a wave,"My name is Eléowyn. Can I help you?"

I want to join!! the bio on my person is on this page: http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... php?t=6677.

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