(I'll join)
name:Nessima Grandaughter of Eldarion and Daughter of Valdon the Brave
Age:15
Race:Half-Elf (mother was human father was elf)
Pendant:
hair:long curly dark brown hair
Skin: Ivory colored
Eyes:blue
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 2nd, 2006, 3:54 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Banished from Home-A Daughter's Exile |
This is just something to fill in the missing years of Eomira's Exile. In this RP, it is Eomira's 3rd year being banished from Ithilien. She's 17,more jumpy, skittish and a little less confident in her self. (See Biography)<br> Basic Setting *The Fourth Age, about 20-25 years since the War of the Ring, Starting off in South Ithilien<br> Rules/Guidelines<br> *Since this is the Fourth Age I would really prefer if we didn't have to many full blood elves, from my knowledge(feel free to correct me)The only elves that stayed were Grey Elves from Mirkwood which came with Legolas to Ithilien, but since Arwen and her brothers were the last of the elves they probably were not around for much longer. And if there were some it makes since that they would stay in Ithilien which is where Eomira is forbidden to go...so...with that idea in mind try no to have to many full blood elves, we could have someone with distant elvish blood that just happens to be more noticable.<br> *No magic dragons, powers, faeires,perfect people...etc. This is LotR, 4th Age.<br> Some character ideas I thought would be interesting would be...<br> *Soliders/Captains etc. of Rohan or Gondor<br> *Thieves, other outlaws<br> *Regular Travlers<br> Plotline<br> Not to strict about this but basically since this is the 3rd year of Eomira's Exile the fact that the Steward of Gondor's daughter is not really well known as there never really was much talk of her. Eomira's basically hiding out and running from her Father's Personal Soliders who would kill her if need be to keep her away from Ithilien. Along the way she starts getting a good reputation among the Villagers and Common People. In order for people not to reconize her she goes by Eomi.Also there is a sort of Shadow following her, she has never met him face to face but hopes that when that day comes she'll meet the Shadow's match.<br> The Story really behind Eomira's banishment is really the lack of her relationship with her father, Barahir. <br> (Excerpt from Eomira, Daughter of the Steward)<br> Eomira is the only child of Barahir, the grandson of Faramir, who wrote “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen.” Her mother, Lady Hareth after several years still had not born the Steward an heir. So when she was pronounced with child, Barahir was ecstatic with joy. But when she was born, the Steward fell into despair and disappointment. As the only child, and a female she could not take her father’s role as Steward as such she was neglected by her father. Her mother took pity on her forsaken daughter and had the elves and the best teachers in the Woods train her daughter in weaponry in hopes that with her skill she would be able to catch the eyes of her father.<br> “Her father would never look her way. For truly she looked more like a Rohhirrim than a Gondorian. The Steward disappeared into his study and locked the door and for days he never once looked at his newborn daughter. In fact, when he did come out it was only to whisk his wife away from their child, for only the Lady Hareth could comfort his immense grief. The child was left to the Elves, and never truly knew her father.”<br> It's important to note here that Barahir wasn't a mad and enraged person, he was just incrediably shattered and couldn't look upon his daughter with joy because he only saw defeat. It wasn't until Eomira's terrible mistake (read the full bio if you want the scoop before you join) that he broke and became more vunerable to the attacks which soon followed after.<br> This is my first RP and I've had a few people look over everything before I posted, (Thanks Silm and Aemor!!) So without furthur ado, on with the Roleplay! |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 2nd, 2006, 3:58 pm ] |
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It was a stormy night in South Ithilien. Rain poured heavily from the sky drenching anything that left a protective structure. In a small town, the tavern lights broke through the weather. Sounds of laughing and rough housing came from within only to be lost in the sound of thunder. <br> On the edge of town trekked a cloaked and soaked figure. Hood closely drawn over it's head, it's boots squelched in the mud as it headed towards the tavern. |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 2nd, 2006, 8:20 pm ] |
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(I'll join) name:Nessima Grandaughter of Eldarion and Daughter of Valdon the Brave Age:15 Race:Half-Elf (mother was human father was elf) Pendant:
hair:long curly dark brown hair Skin: Ivory colored Eyes:blue |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 2nd, 2006, 8:25 pm ] |
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Nessima rode in on her horse two flag bearers bore the standards of rohan and gondor behind her she wore a beautiful dress her pendant on her neck her silver circlet around her head she stopped in the tavern her horse parked in a stable she put her hood down her hair neat the flagbearers still held the banners Nessima walked to a table not far from the cloaked figure and ordered a room and a mug of hot cocoa |
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| Author: | Captain Faramir [ April 3rd, 2006, 12:21 am ] |
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(I am the thief) one man was watching very closely this girl. Elegost waited till Nessima to go up her room. |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 3rd, 2006, 2:10 pm ] |
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(note: the character ideas were only suggestions...you don't HAVE to be one of those...and I don't think there was hot chocolate in Middle earth...there could be...but oh well...and "the figure" isn't in the tavern yet. Sorry if I'm being picky but I want this RP to be as close to LotR as possible...shoot me if you want:D oh! And Angel, do you have a bio? Or you know some background, history, looks etc about your character? It makes things more interesting and easier for people to imagine.)<br> The figure watched as the confident lady walked into the tavern. Though it's mouth was hidden the stormy grey eyes slightly held amusement. Apparently this lady was used to finer things than this small village. And why she would even be traveling in the rain was another question. <br> Keeping to the shadows she glanced into the warm glow of the tavern. It was more crowded than usualy, the sign of a busy night. The figure seemed to debate whether or not it should enter or not. Thunder sounded over head, followed by a quick flash of lighting. The figure slowly stepped in. Immediately the sharp eyes looked around the room. Several people where there, including the Lady and a shadowy person. Not taking off it's hood or mouth covering, it headed towards the fire. <br> In the firelight one could get a better look of it. It was shorter than most, the boots worn and muddy and the cloak would be a forest green if it hadn't been dripping wet. It wore a face covering like that of a Haradrim and it got several looks from the others. Ignoring everything, the figure put out gloved hands over the fireplace. |
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| Author: | Captain Faramir [ April 3rd, 2006, 2:18 pm ] |
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Name: Elegost of Dunedain Age;25 Race: Human Birth Place: Ithilien, Gondor Items of Value( I do not get it): Medicine Personality: Friendly,witty, annoying sometimes Weapons: A knife on the belly, A bow and six arrows at the back, a sword and a thick armour of Gondor Bio: He was a soldier in the army of gondor. However, his disobedience cost him too much even led him be thrown from the army. So he is staying here and for survival he has to steal. |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 3rd, 2006, 2:21 pm ] |
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(*salutes* Thanks...so Solider turned thief got it.) |
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| Author: | Rochil Undómë [ April 3rd, 2006, 2:33 pm ] |
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(Name: Menstrathin Or:Strethin From: Mirkwood and Rivendale (Slightly Rohan) Race: Half Elf half Human (Rohan) Personality: Very shy so it's sometimes hard to tell what He's really like Horse: Thresten, bright black stallion Brothers: 1, Omeran Sisters: 1 Wethren Sword: Silver, Metalic blue. Holder:Silver, Metalic Blue Quiver: Metalic blue with a silver Eagle Arrows: Metalic blue and Metalic green Companions: An Eagle named Serennya History: He was born in Mirkwood by mistake. His mother and father were travelling and they stayed in Mirkwood for a few years after he was born. He grew up there but he was moved to Rivendale when his mother died. His father raised him in his birth place of Rivendale. Whenhe was a teenager his father died and he was taken to Rohan, the birth place of his mother. In Rohan he grew up and became, well not exactly a theif but more of a con artist like his friend Alynia. But he was coart "conning" someone and he fled with his faithful stallion Thresten and his Eagle Serennya. He has been wandering ever since. Always a differant place.) A black clad rider cantered up to the tavern nd jumped off before the steaming horse had clattered to a halt. A shimmering, metalic blue sword holder hung from the saddle as she figure untied a silver and metalic blue quiver of finely crafted arrows from the saddle bow. Thunder rolled above his head as the figure covered the weapons with the dripping cloak after he'd secured them around his waist. The stallion snorted as he led it into the warm horse smelling darkness of the stable. He untacked the horse and pulling the cloak around him pushed open the door to the tavern. It was crowded inside and when he entered Strethin pushed back his hood and shook out his scruffy brown hair, dripping with ran water. |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 3rd, 2006, 4:53 pm ] |
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(welcome!)<br> The figure glanced at the newcomer, but continued warming it's hands over the fire. The room was warm and the voices all blurred together. Suddenly, a rough hand turned the figure around. <br> A large, obviously drunk man glared at the small figure. Towering over it, he growled, <br> "Save the heat for the rest of us." The figure's grey eyes flashed in silent defiance. The man noticed it, and was hardly pleased. "You want to fight little one?" The tavern grew quiet and all eyes were on the figure. |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 3rd, 2006, 5:01 pm ] |
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The Flag bearers hadd put their flags up in the upstairs room and on closer look one could see that they were Gondorian rangers Nessima went up to the fire and sat beside the cloaked figure she turned to it"who are you?"Nessima asked "I as Princess of Gondor command you down with your hood" |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 3rd, 2006, 7:44 pm ] |
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(bump) |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 3rd, 2006, 7:52 pm ] |
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(*chokes* not exactly what I had in mind...but oh well)<br> The man and the Lady found themselves talking to mid-air. The figure was gone, and the doors to the tavern swung slightly indicating that someone had just left. <br> Back outside in the rain, the figure kept to the shadows and headed towards a small building close by. Slowly, the figure creaked open the door and the scent of horses welcomed it. Disappearing inside, the figure waited for it's eyes to adjust to the dimness of the stable. <br> The figure walked deeper into the stable and turned to face a large black horse. Slowly, the figure removed it's hood revealing it's face. <br> It was a young woman, about 17 years in age. She had the strong face of a Rohirrim but the pale skin of Gondor. Damp but golden hair streamed down her shoulders. <br> Quietly, she reached out a gentle hand murmuring soft soothing words in Rohhirric. The horse responded and placed it's head against her hand. The young woman smiled and patted it's head. <br> Glancing back around she noticed the dim light of a lantern. Leaving the horse she walked up to it. "Well that's definately not safe." She took it and wandered even deeper into the stables. Finding a deep stack of hay, she buried herself in it. And licking her fingers she reached and snuffed out the lantern, eveloping the whole stables in darkness. |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 3rd, 2006, 7:56 pm ] |
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Alexandra had gone into the stables to start pursuing the cloaked figure she had shut the door just before everything went dark luckily the door was locked but she had forgotton about the back door "Who are you?"Alexandra asked "I'm just a 15 year old who won't do anything to you"Alexandra said "just tell me if you want it kept quiet I'll keep it quiet I'll hide you" |
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| Author: | Eomira [ April 3rd, 2006, 7:59 pm ] |
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(not going to make this easy for you. She's gone for now. This isn't one of those RP's where you meet and go through a journey on day one. Give her time. and note, YOU DID NOT SEE HER) |
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| Author: | Aeara Gilcalad [ April 3rd, 2006, 8:03 pm ] |
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(re-read my last post I edited it so that supposedly you could still escape though) |
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