Do you think I should post my bio for the new poster, or is that unnecessary ?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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maybe a brief little appearance and history

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

Well, alright then, here it is.
Name: Sen Starfire
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Half human, half ?
Fighting Type: Retainer, Archer
Weapons: Urulokinaur, two Death Swords, bloodpine bow.
Appearance: He is six feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair. He is strong, but not overly muscular. Lithe is a term best used for his physique. He is often seen in pitch black armor, even though the rest of the Storm wears blue armor. His eyes are ice blue, and appear to stare into your very soul.
Story: Will be found out in the RPGs. In case you are wondering, yes, I do have one, but I prefer for it to be revealed slowly.

(Just a bit of copy paste. Shall we get this RP started?)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Morwen waited for Deawen's answer.

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

Deawen walked towards Morwen with a carful step fearing a trap she scanned the area.
"Morwen..." she sighed "it seems fate has brought us toghether but not as the past..." Deawen closed her eyes she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword(ha like i do in RL) as a habit when she 's nearvous

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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

Hmm will it work??

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Name: Artinwe Narmacil
Race: Elf (Great-Grandfather was a man of Dol Amroth)
Age: One yen and three man-years.
Appearance: shoulder-blade-length dark brown hair kept out of eyes by fillet of silver with an emerald on the brow (origin to be explained later), tall (about 6' 3''), green eyes, scar running along leg
Clothing: simple tunic and traveling breeches under Lothlorien leather armor, (lightly) greaved boots, and a color-changing cloak
Animals: silver mare Ramadal, Gyr falcon Wilyalinte (not always with me, but always on call)
Weapons: Bow of the Galadhrim; Self-Rerplenishing quiver; glaive Hyandorod, strapped to back (main close-combat weapon); *beep* sword Ringil (in honor of Fingolfin)
History: Born in Lothlorien; lived in Rohan for many years, helping Deawen Elsent by communicating telepathically with her; aided some of the escapees in "Dungeons of Gondor", left Deawen (character's love interest, FYI) alone at end of post; followed Morwen and Eohric to Rohan, now serving under Morwen as lieutenant

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Alright then, now that there are enough people, shall we begin?)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Artinwe was riding among the Rohirrim, looking for a fellow officer. Spotting a captain, he asked him where Captain Morwen had gone. "She is negotiating with the enemy, I believe," the captain said. "Who is this enemy, sir?" Artinwe asked. "Who is it we are fighting?" The captain replied "I don't know the group, just this: Grima Wormtongue has ordered Captain Morwen to murder their leader." Grima Wormtongue. The name made hate swell in Artinwe's chest . Any assault ordered by scum like that could not be good. As Artinwe turned to leave, he heard the captain say one more thing. "And I hear their leader has been ordered by her superiors to kill our Captain, as well."

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Sen, haven't you been paying attention? Deawen and Morwen have already started!)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(Isteleth, ho'd you get the "AU Forum crash" banner? It's awesome!)

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Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me: this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly... secretly.... Fear can turn to love- you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster: this repulsive carcasse who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly... secretly....

(OOC: Ah. Oops.)
*Sen rode through the shadows, and finally found his destination. The rohirim were stopped, and Sen wove his way near them, without their noticing. He stopped at the edge of the army, and said aloud.*
Where is the Lady Deawen? I wish to speak with her, and it is urgent news I bring...

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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hi this is tony, deawen, I was wondering if this was the post you said i could join. I'll be the elf that i made Thoren... I know not to elven of a name but I like the name. It is pernounced like. Thor the thunder god then en. If you could just tell me if its alright I'll throw my charecter into the mix.

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(Deawen is not with the Rohirrim. And the orders from Grima are not to murder Deawen, but to keep the Dragon Tears from murdering Eomer.)

"No, certainly not. I just must know, is this mission your brother's or your doing?"

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

(You of all people should know that, Artinwe! )

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

(Sorry, they are trying to kill Grima, but Rohirrim aren't going to try and murder Deawen, we are trying to get the Dragon Tears away from Edoras only. )

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