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legoles3333
Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:17 am
Joined: 28 Nov 2006 Posts: 861 Location: In a place that is beyond your imagination
ok my good character

Name: Legoles

Age: 2000

Race: elf

Class: Archer

Equipment: Bow and Arrows, and a short sword for close range fighting

Personality: Overconfident at times, but learns quickly and willing to follow commands.

History: He was constantly under the shadow of his older brother Legolas, who was the representitive of mirkwood in Rivendell, But when Legolas was called to the fellowship of the ring, Legoles took over for him in Rivendell.

Allegiance: the Free Peoples of Middle-Earth
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Aragorn, King in Exile
Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 9:48 pm
Joined: 26 Mar 2007 Posts: 302 Location: Weare, NH
Name: Orthel

Age: 17

Race: Man

Class: Horseman

Equipment:
- Thunderfoot, a beautiful and intelligent female pureblood mare
- Riding gear and outfit
- A sharp rider’s hand-axe
- A round, wooden shield
- A small pack containing several small items such as a tinderbox and wineskin flask used for surviving in the wilderness

Personality: A quiet and reserved young man, but with a short temper that can easily be roused. He does not seek the company of others unless they will help him in his quest to avenge himself on the scum of Middle-Earth. His only true friend is his horse, Thunderfoot, and his bond with her is so tight, that they act as one body during battle and can accomplish tasks and maneuvers that even the most skilled horsemen would have trouble with.

History: Born and raised in brutal plains of Penmark, Orthel quickly became accustom to hard work and a rough life.

When Orthel was 15, he was sent by his father to be an apprentice to a fellowship stable master. Life as a stable boy made Orthel strong .

One night, Orthel was awoken by the wild neighs and stamps of the horses, try frantically to break free from their stables. Orthel went to investigate. As he approached the stables, yells and horrifying cries reached his ears. Fire from one of the cottages in the village suddenly lit the night air, illuminating a horrific scene.

Fleeing villagers were mercilessly hewn down by large, man-sized monstrosities wielding shield with an emblem of a white hand. The scene terrified Orthel, and he was frozen by fear. He stood, paralyzed and unable to move, as one of the monsters charged up to him, large sword raised for the strike. It would have been over for the young boy, but his master hurled himself between the creature and his apprentice, wielding a pitchfork.

But the old master was not match for the brutality of the berserker. Without hardly stopping, the sword hacked down on the frail man, ending his life in one blow. It was in that moment, when all seemed lost, that Orthel came to his senses.

At the sight of his master being struck down, a terrible rage suddenly exploded out of Orthel. Yelling and roaring in rage at the monster, he grabbed the pitchfork from his fallen mentor and thrust it into the monster’s unprotected throat. The creature died with a gurgle. Whipping around, Orthel turned to face the rest of the horde.

The mass was almost upon him when the sound of hoof beats reached his ears. The legion of the Penmark, those members that were present, had been rallied together to defend the village. They drove in on the monsters’ unprotected flanks. The monsters fled, those that could, like the cowards they truly were.

When it was over, Orthel had nothing left. Everything had been destroyed in the attack, including Orthel’s heart. He wept bitterly for his fallen mentor. In the end, his sole desire was to protect those like his mentor and destroy monsters like the ones that had attacked his village. Setting out with his horse, Thunderfoot, Orthel left the Penmark to seek his vengeance.

Alignment:
For the forces of good in Middle Earth.
Last edited by Aragorn, King in Exile on Fri May 18, 2007 7:06 am; edited 1 time in total
Anonymous Prodigy
Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:55 am
Joined: 10 Jan 2006 Posts: 4197 Location: United States
Aragorn, King in Exile wrote:
female pureblood stallion

Not to rain on your picnic, but a stallion is a male. A mare is a female. Thumbs Up
I had to put something here.
Aragorn, King in Exile
Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 7:06 am
Joined: 26 Mar 2007 Posts: 302 Location: Weare, NH
Embarassed Oh man, how did I do that? Brick wall Come on, Aragorn, this isn’t that hard...I am such an idiot. Lol, thanks AP, I think I’ll go sit in my corner now...
sickofpalantirs
Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 4:34 pm
Joined: 23 Mar 2006 Posts: 7750 Location: somwhere, over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
you could just say pureblood mare because female/mare are the same.
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elf lvr
Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 12:59 am
Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 3065 Location: Rivendell
Good Guy Character (SP)

Name: Celeglin (roughly meaning Silver Gleam, as in the eyes)

Age: By the time of NBarden’s RPG, probably a few hundred years.

Race: Elf (of the Teleri)

Class: Ranger

Equipment: A sword named Ruthnen (Water’s Rage). Also, a ring named Luinloth (Blue Flower). A particularly worn harp.

Personality: Once very light and happy, his heart has been darkened by the Kinslaying. He now bears a reckless hate for all the Noldor (for killing many of his people). He is very open and accepting of Men and Dwarves, however. He was given his name for the piercing silver quality of his eyes.

History: Celeglin is one of the Teleri, and was a musician amongst his people. He would often sit by the edge of the ocean for days on end, simply listening to the music of the waves. Then he would return to the city and compose those melodies into songs on his harp. But he most enjoyed listing to the thundering of the storms, and his greatest and most moving music was made from them. Osse, a vassal of Ulmo, Lord of the Sea, knew of his music and one day, while he was listening to the music of the ocean, came upon him. Osse asked Celeglin to compose a song for him, a song that captured the majesty of the waves. Celeglin wrote him a song, the Cuivie Belegaer, the Awakening of the Mighty Seas. So impressed was Osse with this work that he made for Celeglin a mighty sword, Ruthnen, so that the power of the water might always be by his side. Osse’s wife, Uinen, also made a gift for Celeglin, a ring named Luinloth. She told him that this ring would give him the ocean’s protection, although it has yet to display any special powers. Celeglin treasured these possessions as much as his own life, and rather more than the lives of others.

However, one night, his world was shattered. The Noldor elves came to the city, demanding that the Teleri give them their boats, so that they may cross to Middle-Earth. The Teleri refused them, so the Noldor attacked them and took their boats by force. Celeglin’s own brother was slain in the fighting, and, mad with grief, he took a small boat and came after the Noldor. However, the sea guided him a ways away from where the Noldor landed. There, he awaited the coming of men, and joined a group of them when they arrived, teaching them the lore of the seas.

Now that Morgoth is gaining power again, Celeglin sees this as his time to act. He comes forth from his seaside home, and finds and interesting party of elves, dwarves, and men along his way...

Allignment: For the forces of good in Middle Earth
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bobtheorc
Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 12:57 pm
Joined: 19 Mar 2006 Posts: 1218 Location: Wow, its hot in Iowa
I am still using this dude that AP locked..

Name: Carothen, Son of Eodorl

Age: 35-38

Race: Rohirrim Man

Class: Soldier-Roamer


Equipment: Short recurved bow made by the some Elves that visited Edoras, the bow has great range for being a short bow since it is recurved. Two light throwing javelins that are kept in Carothen’s saddle. Long dagger made by a Dwarven smith. Carothen’s main weapon is a one and a half handed sword that was made by the finest smiths in Rohan, descendant of the smiths that made Herugrim.. He also owns a fine bred war horse called Eorlrend, and two pack horses.

Personality: Nice. For the most part. Can be protective.


History: Carothen was raised on the western side of Rohan. He father, Eodorl, son of Hendrang, was a soldier in the 2nd Eored and served faithfully as a soldier. Carothen’s mother died giving birth to Carothen. His father died of disease when Carothen was 13 years old. Carothen was the youngest of four children so there was no inheritance for him. He worked in the smithies near Helms Deep until he was old enough to serve in the 2nd Eored as his father had done. He then struck out on his own, for a while he escorted and guided merchant caravans through the Gap of Rohan, protecting them against orcs and the other foul creatures of the area. He has since joined in the fight against Sauron’s growing strength.

Alignment: Carothen fights for anyone of the good people of Middle Earth. He prefers to fight for and in Rohan, but has found that his skills are more useful in the realm of Gondor. He has a bitter hatred of Orcs, from having so many of his friends fall to orkish blades.


This will be my third age Character.

my first age guy

Huor Sîrfalas, Elf-Friend
Man of Numenor
Age 234

Huor has lived among the Noldor of middle earth for a long time.
He wields an ancient Sword forged by the elven smiths, and older then himself.
He has learned much from the Wise Noldor about the ways of war, but he is still a mere mortal compared to their age and wisdom.

He will aid them in their battle against the one who was known as Melkor, and has become Morgoth, even if it costs him dearly...he will accept the great gift of Ilúvatar, death.
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Glamdring
Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 3:42 pm
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 575 Location:
Good Guy Character

Name: Glamdring

Age: 2,331

Race Mirkwood Elf

Class: Hand Fighter/observer/smith

Equipment:
Two Daggers, camouflage cloak, bow and arrows.

Personality:
Instructed by Gil-galad himself, Glamdring learned the combat skills of daggers, while in his spare time would go and study the natural habitat of animals and the cool emerald forest. A very peaceful elf was he, yet often provoked other elves (without realizing it) by his "humble" state. Above his problems, he was often a solitude elf, and evaded his problems instead of facing them which caused some problems between he and his kin. Overall, his character was a very fun, and joyful one to be around.

History:

Glamdring was descended from the Elves of Mirkwood amongst the emerald forests of Lothlorien while being an intelligent blacksmith for the Mirkwood elves. Because of his training, Glamdring was nominated as the best dagger fighter in the Mirkwood forest and won many contests. He would often act as a spy for the Mirkwood elves (because of his observations in nature) in addition to crafting many weapons for the Mirkwood elves. One day, in the cool of the morning when the dew was still visible, an elven messenger breathlessly ran inside the King’s chamber while making very little sound with his careful scurrying. The whisper could be heard through the silky chamber as the breaths of air made puffs of cool white smoke travelling through the air. "Sir, the Orcs are over running the north side of the forest, surely your highness will prevent these filthy critters from gaining a stronghold in the northern side," questioned the messenger. The King answered with a puzzling face, "Yes, but we have no one to lead our army without being greedy or stuck up while just caring about his own skin. We need someone to risk his own life in the scenario of relatively speaking," the King paused crunched a bit of lembas bread and continued, "Wait a minute. Have my own son, Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood and Glamdring organize an attack against the Orcs. No elf will ever sleep until we have our northern land back! For my father owned it and his father; there will be blood tonight!"

Quite a few hours later, Glamdring squinted as he pounded rough steel with his heavy hammer, and carefully chipped away an intricate design on the blade while at the same time placing the steel in the fire with a sizzling sound. Listening carefully as he always did, Glamdring looked behind him, and there was his best friend, Legolas. "Glamdring, get your weapons and hurry, for tonight we have a duty to defend our motherland." Glamdring did as he bid, and waited with Legolas for the elven company to arrive. Marching endlessly, the company made their way up Mirkwood forest and took defensive positions until a silent observer signaled the elves that the Orcs were coming. Gritting his teeth, Glamdring clutched his daggers from his sheath with a whooshing sound, and quietly scampered down the trees. Then was the first Orc he saw! Smiling like a devil, an orc breathlessly drew his sword as Glamdring whirled around with his dagger, parried the blow, and jabbed the other glistening dagger into his black-blooded victim’s heart. Hearing a stomping on his left, Glamdring suddenly turned around and blocked an Orc’s hatchet with an X block from his daggers, and striked the Orc’s mouth with a severe punch. Ducking while feeling the wind of a couple swift arrows passing by his head, Glamdring threw his dagger with a flourish as it cut through the translucent air, and into its silent victim. Suddenly, a swift arrow sped an inch away from Glamdring’s head and into an Orc who was just about to swing his saber into the unprotected back of Glamdring. Mystified, Glamdring glanced up at Legolas, and replied, "Well, that’s a sport of luck. Thank you my friend!" Legolas answered with a smile while shooting another Orc, "It ’twas nothing my friend." And thus was the friendship of Legolas and Glamdring. Breathing a little faster from the fight, Glamdring slapped Legolas with a hearty slap, and gathered up the rest of the company, while setting home. Back in Mirkwood, Glamdring cautiously asked the King to bless and bestow a reward to his son, Legolas, for saving his life. The King replied, "My son deserves such a reward, but you also deserve such a reward for fighting in the front line of the battle when most of your comrades were up in the trees, too frightened to come down for they were not trained as well as you Glamdring in the art of daggers or hand combat. I from now on give you the name of Glamdring, meaning Foe-hammer, and as for Legolas, he shall be your faithful companion until you wish to separate with him. May you go in peace!" replied the King as Glamdring and Legolas were friends forever more.

A few years later, Legolas had left on a quest to destroy a ring of power, while Glamdring was put in charge of a elven regiment, but his heart was not with the excitement of battle. He would constantly enjoy doing the work of his youth; that was, working as a blacksmith, while reading stories to little children and telling them of the exciting battles of all, and of course, teaching the elves to fight with daggers. He was the Foe-hammer of elves.
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elf lvr
Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 8:14 pm
Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 3065 Location: Rivendell
Name: Silvarin Elstar (CN: Warrior)

Age: He isn’t saying. A few thousand, I expect.

Race: Elf

Class: Spellcaster

Equipment:
Two short-handled elven swords and a random assortment of spellbooks.

The Swords are named Aruthrin and Lindrodel. They used to belong to his brother.

Personality: Usually quiet and reserved, but is warming up to other elves, dwarves, and men. Much more friendly around ale. Don’t talk about his brother or you will get smacked (or turned into a frog, if he’s in a good mood. You don’t want to be slapped by a well-trained elf). Willing to do anything to protect those he cares about.

History: Look at Lyon’s history for the beginning. After being freed by his brother, he joins him in hunting down the sorceror Morgok. Lyon dies in the battle, but Morgok is slain. While many of his companions head into the South on an errand for Gondor, he remains in Mirkwood to mourn for his brother and family. He is currently traveling with a small band led by the ranger Curubethion, battling ice-wargs and other foul creatures in pursuit of some quest. Also, he’s decided to help Curubethion start a small training camp for the upcoming warriors of middle-earth... geez, that’s exactly what we need, more spellcasting elves running around...

Allignment: For the forces of good in middle Earth (or for whoever has the ale).
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And behold, EL declared it good. And there was morning, and there was evening, the first (new) day. ~ DainIronfoot
CarpeGuitarrem
Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:48 pm
Joined: 07 Apr 2006 Posts: 3361 Location: Franciscan University of Steubenville
Name: Colodan

Age: 18

Race: Human (Gondorian)

Class: Hunter

Equipment: A shortsword, and a longbow.

Personality: Smart, observant, and quick. He doesn’t usually reveal much of his inner thought, but rather speaks when he has to. He doesn’t submit easily to authority, because he prefers rather to be on his own. He is calculating.

History: Colodan was born to a hunter in Ithilien, and learned to shoot the bow and use the shortsword at an early age. He hunted alongside his father at twelve years of age, and then decided one night to go and find adventure. Unfortunately, he got lost, and was in serious danger of losing his life, but was rescued by Faramir’s rangers. He stayed among them for a while, and then returned back home.

After everything back at home settled down, Colodan started hunting on his own, and constantly worked to improve his stealth. He is currently skilled in the art of stealth, and seeks to use his services somewhere. So, he’s left Ithilien again, in search of somebody who can use him.

Alignment: For the forces of good.
"ok, change of plans. the Cobracards christmas party is coming to my house, and we’re gunna teach FM how to hunt." (mm)

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