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Will be going to London on March of the 30th

That's nonsense A story with only females would be rather boring is it not?

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

-nods in agreement- Repetetive.

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

^ And along with that, there are some of us that have just gotten used to adding and using guys in the rps.

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hm... yeah. Though my only male chars are either humans, and the only elf is a gost, lol. I thought about that... so I made a new char, and hes male!

http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 649#604649

Oh yeah, and I'll play Eruraina! Whats me joining an lotr rpg without using my very first/fav. char?

yeah, and I'm joining too with those characters listed above^. hope you all like my new char!

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

He looks good 'Ru ^^

EDIT :

Finaly finished Sadron's bio. Next stop, Gale ^^

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Is that my new nickname, 'Ru? lol

Can we start now? I'm really exited about playing my new character!

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Name: Nivórimo (meaning: "I'm faithfull")
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Race: Wood-Elf
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark brown

Personality: Gentle, not really talkative, he's more of a listener than a speaker. Although he's a skilled fighter he prefers to read, or obtain knowledge.

History: Nivórimo's mother Melime died when he was born and his father, Narmocáno had always been disappointed in his son. He taught Nivórimo the sword and how to use bow and arrow, wanting him to shine as a warrior. But his son showed more interest in the lessons with his tutors than the training of his father and later on the Maethor. His father barely spoke to him. Nivórimo got used to being alone and he liked doing things on his own like wondering through the woods, reading or attending the Maethor.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Sure, let's start ^^
[lol Jep, 'Ru (unfortunately for you XD)]

Rhavaniel perched on the low wall, watching the young elves wrestle mercilesly with each other, and silently cheering for her twin, who was doing his hardest to get out of a headlock.
It was early, and lack of sleep last night, ensured that she felt pretty much like an ugly log. Her hair fell wildly around her shoulders, a rough scrape over her left cheek marred her paleness, and her emerald-jewel-eyes seemed large and watery. Not that she had been crying, she had merely recived a rather painful poke in the eye.
She cheered triumphantly with the others, as Sadron manged to loosen the lock, and throw the poor elf onto the ground, holding him in place with a foot on his neck.
" Anno? " (Yield?)
Breathlessly, he smiled, and helped his friend up, not bothering to wait for an answer., just claping him on the back and grinning.
Rhavaniel smiled as her opponent moved over, ready to apologise it seemed.
"Good Match."
"Good Match." she agreed, trying to tame her hair.
"That was a good trick at the end. I shall have to remember it."
"Then I shall have to think of a new one!" The raven headed elf answered, patting the young human on the shoulder. Pity though- He was as much human as she was.
"All forgiven than Rhan?"
Rhavaniel touched her eye gingerly "Aye. For now Gale."

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"Aye, remember it for the next time an orc decides to wrestle with you rather than running you through on the spot," came a rather dry voice, from where Meleth leant against the wall, twanging her bowstring in a decidedly bored sort of manner. "Personally, I believe this sort of thing is rather peripheral."

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Rhan grinned "But what of the little barbaric humans? They might fancy a wrestle..."
Gale pouted, jutting his lower lip forward, and having his hair messed with by Sadron. "It. Keeps. Us. Fit." the human bit out, glaring at the twins.
Sadron shrugged "Archery is easy, point and aim. We've never yet missed, have we?"
"You have..." his sister muttered under her breath, shooting him a dirty look.
"As if you haven't."
"Be quiet Gale, noone's asking you."
"-And, I bet this fine young maid could beat you with her eyes shut."
"Oh, snap out of it." With a smirk, Rhavaniel tusseld his hair again, and made her way across the field.
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"I hate her when she does that."
"Gale..."
"Seriously!"
"Meleth, care to join me for breakfast?" Sadron said, over the young mans head, smiling warmly at her.

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Nivórimo sat in the shade of a large oak tree. He was reading a new book, concerning herbs and how they could be used for healing. Now and then his eyes looked up from the small letters, gazing at the other Elves who were busy with their training.
He knew he had to join them, but then he thought this was way more interesting and instructive than the Maethor.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Out by the archery range, quite the contest was going on, as two brothers were in a heated competition on who was the best archer among the two.

"And you miss by a yard!"

"Oh, zip it, Cal."

"Make me."

"Zip it, both of you!" came the sharp statement from a young elleth standing nearby, leaned up against a tree. "Just practice, for Valar's sake, and get it over with. Your ceaseless banter is going to give me a headache!"

"And you're just supposed to watch us?" spoke the first ellon, Thalion, expression exhasperated, yet amused at the same time.

"You'd better not let Arad-" Callon, the second, began, but was cut off.

"AH! Don't say his name, he'll come if you-"

Both of the other elves had fallen silent at those words, and were staring at the tree Mirwen, the elleth, was standing under..or rather, they were staring at the space behind it.

"He's..right behind me, isn't he?" Mirwen asked in a faint voice.

"Aye." came the dry response, the voice that of an older ellon.

Whirling, Mirwen managed a sheepish smile as she looked at her older brother. "Umm..suilad?"

Aradan fixed her with a pointed look, but one that soon dissolved into a slight smile. "Don't suilad me..you know what you're supposed to be doing."

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An older elf, who was also a teacher at the school, watched as the younger ones restled. Shaking her head she walked over to the winner, Sadron.
"Good job, Sadron. I see you have some tricks up your sleeve." she said with a smile, watching Ravaniel walk away...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Elenanna watched as the two elven twins practiced their archery. Both had increased since their arrival at Mirkwood, which pleased both Elenanna and Voronwe. Elenanna looked as her husband corrected their son's aim a bit. so it would indeed hit dead center. She stood up, after her daughter finished, and walked to her. Her daughter immedately tensed, and Elenanna smiled in approval. Eruaviel watched her mother, waiting to see what the silver-haired elf had in store.

Elenanna suddenly withdrew her two blades, and attacked, noticeably slower than her usual speed, givig Eruaviel time to block the blades with her sword. "Naneth, must you be this slow?" Eruaviel questioned.

"If I fought you at my regular speed, you would be on the ground in a matter of seconds." Elenanna replied.

The fair-haired elleth frowned slightly. "Is that so? I have never fought you at your prime. Ada is the only one in our family who has."

A sweet laugh erupted from Elenanna. "That is because we are evenly matched, child." Then before Eruaviel could react, Elenanna moved and soon had her daughter pinned to the ground. Eruaviel looked startled.

"This is what I was speaking about." Elenanna said, frowning slightly. "You are faster than a human, but not as fast as an expeirienced elven warrior." She stood up, and Eruaviel got to her elbows, and looked at her mother. "Don't be so hasty to think you are able to defend yourself against me when I am at my normal speed." Elenanna said, looking at her daughter. She held out a hand, and Eruaviel took it, before pulling herself up.

"now let's start over." Elenanna said, picking up her sword. Eruaviel did the same, and the training began again.

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