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I'll join! Charrie sheet up tonight.

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Son of Bellatrix

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(I'll join, I like long posts for the most part.)
Deawen came up behind Tulmind grinning, she flicked him playfully on the ear. " What are you so gloomy about My lord?" she asked as she tumbled gracefully into a chair next to him. She was still smiling, her bright blue eyes matched her gown perfectly, bringing her copper hair aflame. She wasn't an elf she wasn't even half-elven but she had more laughs than anyone even in the dark times that engulfed her world.
She stared at him kindly waiting for his story.

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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

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(I'll be happy to join. My bio will be up later.)

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Name: Ryninial Amora [Rye for short]

Age: 2987 [21 in appearance]

Sex: Female

Race: Peredhel

Job: A trained healer taught in both the art of sword and bow.

Plot: She is going to follow the other elves into whatever they choose giving her wisdom and healing to those in need...

Personality: Ryninial has a fire in her that is easily contained so that she can fool those she does not trust, and for her to trust you takes a lot of effort. She is known to be determined and hot-headed in certain situations but overall she is laid back. She grew up most of her life with only a father so she has a hard-shell that can sometimes cause people to be intimidated, but once you see through that shell she has a naturally kind heart.

History: She was born in Mirkwood, but as the darkness grew and hard times came during the third age her family moved to Rivendell. There she learned the craft of healing when she was a young elfling. It was on her 100th (around 8-9) birthday that her mother broke out into fever, quite rare for one of the elves. It was soon learned that her mother was only half-elven and that her human blood had contracted a deadly disease unknown by the elves. Arya died a year after leaving a devasted daughter behind, all that Ryninial had left was a silver locked, shaped as a diamond, holding an emerald. It took Ryninial a good many centuries to get over her mothers death, but once she did she had developed a barrier around her giving her a cold appearance that only few new was a facade, her father for one. Once his wife died he made sure that Ryninial grew up right and taught her how to fight and defend and continued to teach her the art of healing. On one of her trips to Mirkwood with her father visiting family and friends they were attacked by spiders and yrch, her father died valiently saving his daughter. She was devastated, not even the joys of seeing her family could make her smile. She was sent back to Rivendell to heal and has been there ever since, training in the arts of healing and sword and bow awaiting her revenge.

Family: Her mother was Arya, a Maiden of Mirkwood, a close relative to Thranduil and Legolas. Her father Elenion was a man of Noble Descent of Kings of Rohan. She has no other siblings.

Appearance: http://www.agirlsworld.com/rachel/hangi ... solde1.jpg

Role Playing Sample: Ryninial walked hesitently within the forests of Mirkwood, a sudden unease falling over her when all she could hear was silence. She rubbed her arms when a sudden chill swept over her body, moving closer to her father. The light breeze blowing over her skin, hair blowing across her face covering her glittering golden green eyes. It was in that moment that the silence was broken so abruptly that she had to cover her keen ears with shaking hands. Her voice barely a whisper above the sickening crunch of bone and the gurgling of flowing blood... "Father!"

Other info: Her formal attire is usually made up of a long fitted ivory gown with long sleeves that poof slightly around the elbow. Her travel clothes consist of a deep green knee length tunic over a creme shirt, both with forearm length sleeves over sable leggings and brown boots. She carries a white hilt long sword and a typical bow and arrows.

[[I hope this works!!]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Maethoriel Heledir

Age: Far too old (as she generally says, she's around 6, 584)

Race: Half-elf

Appearance: Around 5'4'' with dark brown hair and eyes. The left side of her face has one long scar starting above her brow, skipping her eye socket and finishing at her lip. She also has many more scars on the rest of her body, but they are generally covered by her unnecessary amount of clothing. She is almost never seen without a cloak, and always wears long sleeves and pants.

Personality: Maethoriel avoids being constrained to one attitude, she does what she wants when she wants and does not care for the consequences.

Weapons: She predominately uses sickles, and knives. She finds swords too cumbersome and is completely useless with a bow.

Maethoriel was born in Mirkwood, and is probably one of the first half-elves of Middle Earth. Her father was a merchant and met her mother when he was trading goods with her father. Her mother died when giving birth to Maethoriel's younger sister, her father was able to hold off on leaving Middle Earth for 100 years before his grief overtook him. He entrusted his daughter's care to her grandfather.She became rather restless in the town and left one night without a word, only to find herself in Mordor, she quickly succumbed to the offer of power and learned the way of the sword. She earned the high rank of general before she deserted. After her experience she was greatly changed, often working on both sides to prevent herself from being injured. She was strange in her choice of friends and met a dwarf lady by the name of Nin Irohand, the two were fast friends due to similar interest, after Nin passed on and Maethoriel befriended her son, Grair and the two were nearly insperable. Her last name, Heledir (Kingfisher), is more or less a title that she adopted. It was given to her for various reasons. She has few close friends and tells them little about her life. Maethoriel lives for battle and deception, when a fight breaks out she either started it or jumps in.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

I'll join! Bio up in a bit!

Name: Durion
Race: elf
Gender: male
Age:1500 ish.
Appearance: tall with very dark brown hair, tannish skin, and pale grey eyes. He looks hansome enough for an elf.
Personality: You'll fing out.
History: you'll find that out as well.

( Wasn’t entirely sure on what to do, as it was not stated before hand, so when in doubt I start even if I have to wait a long time. Doesn't matter if your charry is a lord or not it's a pronoun none the less.
*sighs* here is my bio.)
Name: Deawen (means shadow maiden)
Race: Human
Age: 18
Appearance: Slender build, very short only reaching 5ft. long copper/auburn hair and blue eyes with a golden fleck near the pupil of the left eye.
Attitude: Cheerful, optimistic, and often carefree. Is very protective of friends. Seems Naive but is observant in her surroundings. She loves horses and is often seen around horses and open spaces.
Weapons: Deawen is an adept swordswoman.
Family: Older Brother Eodred
Origin of birth: Rohan The westfolde
History: Deawen was born to a horse breeder in the westfolde. She was an only daughter out of three sons. WHen the westfolde was burned she was sent away with her older brother Eodred to the north to live with the elves in the house of Elrond. Her older Brother left the house of Elrond for unknown reasons a month ago.

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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

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Name:Sirenarmo
Age: 5, 478
Race: Silvan Elf
Hieght: 6' 3''
Parentage: Lord Narcano(deceased) and Lady Caladwen(deceased) of the Sindar
Siblings: Huor(deceased)
Physical Description: Pale, with blue eyes. He has a scar across his face, caused from a burning branch falling on him during the fall of Lorien.
Garb: He wears the grey garb of a Lothlorien Marchwarden, along with his weapons, and a black cloak.
Weapons: A elven spear, of Vanyarin make, and a Sindarin longbow with Mithril tipped arrows.
Pesonality: After the death of his family, Sirenarmo is bitter, and compassionless. With nothing to live for, he will throw himself recklessly into battle, caring nothing for his own life.
Homeland: Lothlorien
History: Sirenamro was a Marchwarden of Lorien during the War of the Ring with his brother, Huor. When Sauron assaulted the Golden Wood, the brothers fought together until Uruk-hai brought Huor down defending his family. Escaping to help evacuate the refugees, Sirenarmo was intercepted by a Ringwraith, who murdered the refugees, his wife and two daughters among them, and stabbed him, leving the Elf to die. He awoke two days later, surrounded by his families bodies. Fleeing the carnage, he passed the Misty Mountains, cursing Sauron and the Hobbits for failing in thier mission. Now, he fights on the front line, a vengeful Elf amongst many.

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Son of Bellatrix

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[[when do we start?]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

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Finally, here is my bio. Sorry for the wait...

Name: Vanya
Age: 2,983
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Siblings: Caladhel (sister)
Appearance: Tall (6"3'), green eyes, black curls.
Bio: A native of Rivendell, she was trained in combat by her father. She was a close friend of Arwen Undomiel's. When the elves of Caras Galadhon arrived in Rivendell, her family accepted many into their own home.
Personality: Headstrong, independent, confident, brave.
Details: Vanya is a skilled warrior with keen senses, a sharp wit and good reflexes. She is eager for revenge against Sauron for causing her people so much uncertainty and fear.

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