((okay, this is my third rpg attempt since my first two were sorta dumped but third times a charm right ^^ ))

The plot is that my character Nessa is returning to her birthplace, a village on the outskirts of Mirkwood. It had been destroyed by orcs when she was young ((read bio for info)) and she hasn't been back since.


Name: Nessa Miriel
Gender: Female
Age: 1968
Race: Elf
Appearance (facial): She has thick wavy dark brown hair that goes to her mid-back. She often wears it pulled back into a low tail to keep it out of her way. Her eyes are hazel. Her skin is rather pale although she spends most of her time outside in the wilderness.

Clothing: Her clothing is extremely simple, consisting of a long sleeved black shirt, and dark brown pants made of soft leather. She thinks that armor interferes with movement and speed so for protection (if it can be called that) she wears a light brown leather vest that is open in the front. Since she does a lot of walking in wild terrain she has cream colored leather boots that go to her mid shin. They are extremely flexible and soft, allowing for easy movement and comfort.

Weapons: A 40" elven sword, and a short curved hunting knife.

Personality: She prefers to keep to herself although a nice conversation is always welcome. She is independent, with a fiery temper and spirit to match. Although she is untrusting of strangers, once her friendship is earned she is faithful to the end.

History: Nessa grew up in an elven village on the edge of mirkwood. Although the elves there aided their kin when the need arised, few knew about them. Her father taught her to wield a sword with supreme skill and that fact made her fit in with the boys much more than the girls. She liked nothing more than to spar with the warriors-in-training, and often ended up winning.
When she was in her late hundreds (the equivilant of a 16 year old?) she went out on a hunting trip by herself. When she returned three days later she found her village leveled and her family and friends either captured or slain by warg riders. On that day she swore to hunt the warg riders until her revenge was fulfilled. She spent decades hunting and killed countless wargs and riders. She perfected her technique in battle and soon was a figure that the orcs knew and loathed.
While quest to destroy the ring was occuring, Nessa joined a small scouting party of Galadhrim in an attempt to forget the events in her past and move on. After fourteen years with them a fateful battle occured. The scouting group was strong and could hold there own against most enemies. But on a stormy automn night the group was attacked by a pack of uruk-hai. All of the elves were slain save for three and they were toyed with until the uruk-hai grew bored and left them to die. Two of them passed on after only a few hours but Nessa miraculously managed to survive the night and get to Lothlorien. After her wounds had been treated she left the golden wood.
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Nessa pushed her way through another line of thick brush. She hoped that she was going the right way. It was hard to tell, so many things had changed since she had last been here. Her breath came in gasps and she wondered how long she had been walking. Sighing in defeat she sank down next to a tree and leaned against it, greatful for a rest.

((hope that starts things off))

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

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Name: Jaden Valdez

Appearance: Male, 5 feet and 8 inches tall, long black hair, normal build, green eyes.

Clothing: Black pants, a black lether shirt, and a small pack carried on his back.

Weapons: A 45 inch, one edged, curved, elven sword. And 6 throwing knives held on a belt around his waist.

Race: Half elf half Human.

Personality: Kind, quite, keeps to himself around strangers, seeks to help others.



Jaden was sitting up in a tall tree when he saw a woman below resting against a tree. He had not seen anyone in theese parts for a very long time.

The slowly climbed down the tree, not being too quite, but debating whether he should make his presence known.

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Nessa heard a soft shuffling sound. She was on her feet in an instant, her hand flying to her sword hilt. She waited for a moment, seeing if the need for her to draw the blade would arise.

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"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Jaden, seeing that the present being was on her guard decided it would be better to reveal himself than to leve her in wondering if there was something out there.

Jaden steped into the clearing. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. It has been a long time before I have seen anyone in theese parts. Is there something I can help you with?" Jaden asked.

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Name: Halia Celebrian
Age: 2699
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long little past waistelenght Silver hair, deep purple eyes.
Clothing: An elven ranger outfit with pants for easier movement.


Halia jumped up, hearing a noise from behind her and crept over to the edge of the bushes and looked out. There she saw another the women by the tree and the man in the tree. Quietly drawing her sword, she got ready in case the mans intentions were to try and hurt someone becuase he appeared to be sneaking. As the man got down and began talking to her , Halia quietly listened.

If I may...
Name: Rhavaniel or Rhan as hher male friends call her
Race: High Elf
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
Hair: raven black

Eyes: shimmering green
Powers: none
Weapons: A bow of the Galahdrim, and the sword of her father
Pets: black horse named Merka (wild), who is as the name suggests fiery, and has a will only to serve Rhavaniel. Also a black leopard named Meoi.
Appearance:
Tall with long raven hair. She has sea-green eyes and a pale complexion. Rhavaniel wears mostly green tunics and lofty white shirts, offten with a short white skirt

Personality: Hot tempered, protective, loyal, helpfull, secretive, arrogant

Likes : reading, being alone, thinking, singing, playing lute, flute ect., being with Merka and Meoi.

History: At the age of 156 she was sent away from Naíth to a guru in the Misty Mountains where she learnt all she needed to become a guard to the Kingship of Mirkwood ; cordon bleu cooking, marksmanship, a customised blend of martial arts, emergency medicin, archery and swordplay, alongside thepower to endure all kinds of pain- mental and physical. (((At 1345 she was sent to guard the young Prince of Mirkwood. At 1900 they fell in love and she was banished from court for this. Only secretly did they meet, rarely and in strage places.)))
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Rhan sneaked up behind Halia, and put her hand over her mouth "Mornin' " she whispered, and croached down as well, letting go "Whats going on?"

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Jaden, while standing and talking felt as though somone was watching, but thought it unlikely with as many people ususaly showed up in theese parts of the woods.

But then, at the sign of his pet Dragon Azher he realized that there was indeed something out there. But what was it?

"Are there others traveling with you?" Jaden asked the woman who stood infront of him.

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Nessa lowered her sword. She gave him a confused look, "no, I'm travelling alone." She let her gaze travel over the trees, there was definitely another presence in their midst.

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If I may join u guys...
Name: Aramel Redwood
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 2936
Appearance: Hazel eyes, brunette hair, slim figure, elf ears, beautiful
Apparel: Lothlorien cloak, blue silk dress, bare feet, violet in her hair
History: Her parent's left her in Lothlorien, to be taken care of by Galadriel and Celeborn. She learned how to use a sword and and bow.
Weapons: Bow and arrows, Red Flame (sword) or 'Ruin' in Elvish.
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Aramel walked down the path through the woods. She heard the voices ahead of her, and drew her bow. This forest was not a very pleasant one...
Even though she was an Elf, Aramel disliked this path. However, she found herself walking down it to get to her destination.
Aramel stepped carefully over the roots in the path, and put her hood over her head as she felt the first drops of an early Spring rain.
Her birthday party was today; that's where she was going.
"If only I could get out of here..." Aramel stumbled into the clearing and found a male and female chatting quietly.

Jaden looked down the path as another person entered the sceen.

"Allot of visitors huh?" Jaden said softly to his pet dragon.

"So what brings you here? Anything I could help you with?" Jaden asked the unfamilier woman standing infront of him.

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"I'm simply passing by, My Lord." Aramel bowed her head and then stood, giving them a view of her full hieght. "I'm going to my home. However, I seem to be lost..."

Name: Amoniel Elensar
Race: Mortal
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: very little people notice Neal, she is good at spying and can keep in the shadows, she has dark hazel-green eyes, also lgiht blonde hair with soft curls, fair skin, very pretty for a mortal
Powers: spying, ranger abilities
Weapons: Bow Nestariel and Sword Urúvion
Parents: Hebion of Belfalas and Celunibeniel of Belfalas
Personality: always eager to learn new things, sometimes has a quick temper
Animals: palomino horse, Hareth, chestnut war horse, Alata, and dog,Saerwen
History: Neal was born in Belfalas where her parents were royalty. Once her parents were murdered when she was 16, she was pressured to take up some of their duties. Instead, she fled to Rivendell where she lived for about 2 months. There she learned the tounge and worked with many of the Elven warriors, she became and expert archer.

She then left and was taken care of by a spy and ranger master. There she stayed until she was almost 18. Once her Ranger master died of old age she decided to live on her own. She moved around, never staying in one place to long

She took to being a Ranger. Although she was young, she was very skilled, Neal was is often underestimated. She took up spying jobs for various employers. This strayed her down a dangerous path but she seemed to self-correct herself along the path that would lead to self-desctruction.

Once she turned 19, she turned away from her 'self-employed job.' She now conceals her past. But she still has many secrets. She works as a spy for Gondor and works for the throne. When she was 20 she married a Gondorian knight, Dominic of Gondor.

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Jaden looked around at the "Gathering" of people. It was allot to what the normal was around this place.

He stood ther waiting for one of the others to speak first.

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Aramel caught his gaze. "Will you help me?"

"I know theese parts well, where are you going?" Jaden asked her.

Then turning to the other woman who stood by he said, "Is there anything that you need?"

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