(Okay, I'm going to try to use a new charrie and see how this turns out.)

[font=Arial, sans-serif]Names: Hiralir

Age: 22

Race: Gondorian with a tinge of elf

Siblings: Niralir

Gender: Female

Personality: A hot temper, but can be kind, gentle, and funny.

Occupation: A Healer, a smithy (when no one is looking), and a warrior.

Companion: Firalas, a young mountain eagle.

History: Being the second born, her parents never wanted her when she was born, so they abandoned her and then left to go to Rohan and had left her to die. Thankfully, a scout was patrolling the woods one day and found her, though she was dying of starvation and dehydration, he brought her back to Gondor and nursed her back to health. Now, she lives in the Houses of Healing, where the Master Healer had taken her in as his adopted daughter.

Appearance: Tall and slender, but this maiden of healing was not one to be trifled with. She reached a height of just a hair under six feet, coming from her Elven bloodline. Fiery red locks sprawled down onto her shoulders, standing out vividly against her crystalline blue eyes and her pallid, yet beautiful complexion. She had a love of music and reading and when she could not be found helping the injured and sick in the Houses of Healing, she was usually found residing in a secluded place, playing an instrument, singing to herself, some called her "Dialin no Virimir" which translated into "Voice of Beauty," and sometimes she could be found just reading a book. She wore a royal blue dress, outlined by a silver hemming most of the time, with brown sandals adorning her feet. When there was rumors of a battle, she would put on her armor, a silver chainmail skirt with flecks of blue, made of dragon scales which she had crafted herself and an emerald green breastplate, with a crimson vine design worked into the metal. [/font]


(I think that's enough for one post, I'll post the plot and such in the next one )

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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

*waits for plot*

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Character name: Rhayader
Age: 32
Race: Human (Gondor, Ranger)
Weapons: Bow and short sword
Appearance: Long scruffy brown hair, brown eyes, hardened face, unshaven chin. Wears a green hooded cloak and leather armour.
Background: A master ranger, one of the best at hiding himself in the undergrowth and the trees. He was not involved in the war of the ring but became a ranger after his father was killed in Ithilien and his mother killed in Minas Tirith. He took the deaths badly and since then he has become rather reclusive.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Setting: Gondor

Time: Sunrise in winter, in the Fourth age

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Hiralir stood at the edge of the stony steps that led into the Houses, a chilled wind seemed to be blowing that morning in the fair city of Gondor. The sun was just beginning to peak over the tall, ice-capped spires that had been dubbed "The Misty Mountains" over the many ages of Middle-Earth.

Hiralir shivered, the wind brushing against her dress which made it billow to each side. She then pulled her hair back into a bun, revealing her slightly pointed ears. She realeased a sharp, troubled sigh. She had grown to love this place over the years, but she could not rinse the bloody image from her mind, the day that her parents had abandoned her in the woods near the falls of Rauros and that was what made it hard to feel fully peaceful there. She remembered nearly starving to death, the day the Uruks had almost captured her when she was left alone there.
"Uruks...?" she spoke to herself aloud, for hardly anyone had arisen yet, the whole city seemed still, as if it were holding it's breath. "What were Uruks doing near Gondor?" And she drifted off into thought, rumors of war had been growing. But how could that be? Sauron had been destroyed nearly half a century ago... Who else could have taken his place?

She stood there for a long while, contemplating to herself and then a melodic tune crept forth from her lips, but she minded herself to remain quiet, so she would not disturb anyone.[/font]

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

(YAY! People actually came! )

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

From just below where she stood, sat a ranger on the flat roof of a building, he was slowly sharpening a sword with a rock and wiping it on his sleeve when he followed the song and took it up, in a somewhat less tuneful or more murmered style. He kept his back to where the first voice had come from and kept murmering the song.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]She leaned forward and then straightened as she caught sight of Rhayader and gave a polite smile, waving gently as was her habit that she had adopted over the years. She then contemplated whether to go over and talk to him... "No, to straight forward." She thought to herself, she then turned and vanished into the House to tend to some of the sick and the injured.

"Rhianir," she gave a gentle smile, taking her place beside the young man that had been injured in a battle and had become ill by infection. "How are you this morning, dear Rhianir?"
"Better than I was, lady," Rhianir murmured sleepily, letting out a loud cough. "It is still sore, though." Hiralir bent over, reaching for a small vial of emerald green liquid. She took it in one hand and a wooden bowl in another, she then put in some Athelas leaves and mixed it together. She then rolled down the blanket, rubbing it gently across his bare shoulder where there was a deep, knife wound. The wound had dried mostly but still trickled with a little blood, but as she put the mixture on it seemed to blot up at it's touch.
"It may sting for a while," Hiralir said to him, "but it should help the wound the rest of the way."
"Thank you for everything, milady." Rhianir said to her, placing his hand on hers. "I would be truly lost without you." Hiralir smiled in return, and with a gentle nod, she stood up and walked out again.

"Good morning, Hiralir," she turned to see the Master Healer standing in the doorway, "where are you off to?"
"To get some more Athelas from the garden," she bowed courteously, "I shall return in a little while." He smiled at her and then stepped aside. She passed him with a smile and carefully walked down the steps and walked off towards the Gardens. As she was walking, she passed Rhayader and nodded politely at him and then disappeared around the corner. [/font]

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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

Note: You can tell I like to talk... ALOT!

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

He smiled and nodded back, not wanting to act like a total recluse. He slowly rose to his feet and came down from the roof top walking up to the House of Healing where a soldier he knew barely lay. He was at the battle that brought the soldier back. He kept his distance and leaned against a pillar, sheathing his sword, and watching him, from out of his view point.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

He walked over to the injured man and looked upon him.
"Yes it's me Rhianir." He said as he turned to the healer.
"My name is Rhayader. I just came to see how he was, but I see you are busy so I shall come back later."
He turned on his heel and started walking away.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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[font=Arial, sans-serif]Hiralir frowned, wondering what she had said to upset him.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Rhayader," she smiled kindly after him, she slowly stood up from her place and followed. "Forgive me for being so straightfoward, but..." She hesitated, "would you join me for a walk, tonight?"

Rhianir smiled at them, glad to see a fellow soldier and Gondorian with a woman like Hiralir.
"She is a beautiful woman, Rhayader," and with that, his head dropped to the side and he was fast asleep.[/font]

Edit: Since she is part elf, I think that makes her a little bit older... What do you think?

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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

His face contorted as he quickly thought.
"Erm ..." He stammered, " Well I think I could return in the night. I have..."
He began walking away, he had never been asked such a question in his life and wasn't sure how to deal with it. "....Things to do."
He turned to face and walked a few steps backwards.
"I shall come back!" He quickly turned and lightly jogged down the steps.

(Up to you really)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?

- Wonders if Malrid left -

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My fu is better than your fu!
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Jesus: *Pokes Satan* Is it...Alive?