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| WitchKingBlkCapt |
![]() Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 8:11 pm |
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Joined: 25 May 2006
Posts: 409
Location: Minas Morgul
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Name: Dunaglar Telcontar
Age: Young Adult
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Equipment: A Dunedain Blade. A Bow built by his Elven Kin. A small elven dagger. A leather Quiver that holds about 25 to 30 white fletched arrows.
Personality: Friendly to most. He likes to be alone at times,yet sometimes he likes to hang out with his buds. If you piss him off he will not hesitate to throw a fist your way.
History: He was born in Mirkwood, then by misfortune was orphaned to live on his own at a young age. he spent many nights alone in the dark and sometimes prefers to be this way. He has taught himself all he knows from hunting to sneaking to fighting and a couple of other things. He was then found by the Dunedain, which trained him in their ways. He has been to a couple of battles with the Dunedain and was very successful in the killing of Orcs and Uruk-Hai. He now takes to hunting with his friends and roaming through the forest when he feels like being alone. He likes to visit some of the local pubs and get the news from far off lands. He does quite a bit of traveling and can avoid being seen or heard when he wants to.
Alignment: Mostly good but if he is paid enough he will take the bad side of things.
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Last edited by WitchKingBlkCapt on Wed Jul 19, 2006 9:43 am; edited 5 times in total"Do not stand between a nazgul and his prey."
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| bobtheorc |
![]() Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 10:21 pm |
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Joined: 19 Mar 2006
Posts: 1218
Location: Wow, its hot in Iowa
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Name: Carothen
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. |
Last edited by bobtheorc on Sun Jul 23, 2006 2:42 pm; edited 1 time in total Ban the Overpowered Orcs
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| CarpeGuitarrem |
![]() Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 11:24 pm |
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Joined: 07 Apr 2006
Posts: 3361
Location: Franciscan University of Steubenville
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Free-Form Character
Name: Elendion
Age: 400 years
Race: Elf
Class: Archer: Long-range
Equipment: A longbow of Mirkwood, a finely made quiver, holding thirty green-fletched arrows. A single white elven knife.
Personality: Intrepid, a bit of an adventurer, and sometimes throws caution to the winds. If someone’s leading others in something, it’s usually him. Which used to get him into a bit of trouble when he was younger...
History: His father was a Bowguard at the Court of Tharanduil, and he trained his son in the ways of the Elven longbow. When the bow came of age, his father passed to him a single red-fletched arrow. This arrow had been passed through the generations of elves, up to the present-and it had supposedly never failed the Elves.
Despite coming of age, however, Elendion still had some maturing to do. He took a liking to the daughter of another Bowguard, named Estra, and soon began to play pranks to get her attention. They got attention, all right, but the wrong type. Elendion got in trouble several times.
Elendion’s father took him on a hunting-trip, to try and mature them. While there, they were ambushed by a pack of Mirkwood spiders. Both survived, but his father sustained a huge gash along his right arm. He was crippled, unable to draw the bow again. So, Elendion took his place in the Bowguards.
He worked his way into their life, slowly erasing his reputation as a trickster. He also grew more fond of Estra, and sought to impress her by mighty deeds in his company.
Alignment: Good. |
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| PorterTroll |
![]() Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 11:27 pm |
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Joined: 23 Jun 2006
Posts: 1193
Location: not sure yet
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Ulgoth Manhewer
Age: 487
Race: Troll
Class: Fighter-Servant to Sauron
Equipment 1 massive solid iron hammer, 1 behemoth solid iron axe of mordor
Personality: Aggressive, Destructive, Violent. Easily angered.
History: Ulgoth wasn’t born, he was created as a troll of modor. He has fought in hundreds of battles including the battle of pelenor fields. His history is not very well recorded, as with most trolls, the only thing recorded of their history is their kills in battle. Ulgoth has a small orc named Isterx who follows Ulgoth around in battle keeping count of his kills.
Throughout his many battles he has fought men, elves, and dwarves. He has killed over 650 of the various free peoples races. He most despises the elves because he is jealous of their beauty and grace, he deplores the men as well, he despises their majestic towers and white marble citadels. He does not, however, hate the dwarves.
Ulgoth does not fight alongside other trolls, he was set aside as the strongest troll of mordor and gothmog found it appropriate to allow Ulgoth to fight by himself. In this way, Ulgoth can kill more of the free peoples without harming other trolls or orcs by pummeling over them in his reckless tantrums.
Alignment: Bad, he is not bad by nature, his mind has been poisoned by sauron. |
Last edited by PorterTroll on Wed Jul 19, 2006 11:19 pm; edited 3 times in total"Don't be a Douche, Stop Piracy!"~Tenacious D
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| Gagnut |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 11:26 am |
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Joined: 14 Mar 2006
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Location: Ames, Iowa
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I’m sorry if there arn’t trolls, but if ther are.
Gagnut the Elder
Age: 78
Race: Troll
Character: Smith
Armor: Steel Hauberk, Steel Helm
History:
The story of Gag
Once upon a time there was a troll named Gag. He was a happy troll living in Far Harad. But he got older and restless, and eventually went away to southern Ithilien. There he found something wonderful, a nut, a walnut. He thought that nuts tasted so good that after a few weeks he changed his name to Gag the Nutter. Unfortunately, he was looking for more nuts when he was ambushed by an Orc patrol. They managed to overwhelm him and took him back to the land of Mordor.
After he was trained as an attack troll, he was put in a company of other trolls, but these were not the (fairly) civilized trolls of Far Harad, these were the barbarians of Gorgorath. When Gag told them his name, the dense, uncouth, barbarian trolls couldn’t pronounce Gag’s name, so he was called Gawh de Naatur. Naturally, Gag would have been annoyed about that but dense trolls are also bigger than the more civilized trolls.
One day the company was told to move out to attack the man-flesh to the west, a whole host of Orks and trolls and a few Nazgul to boot. They came to the river Anduin only to find that the city was already taken by the vanguard. The division that Gag was in stayed behind and built the siege machines. It was very boring for an energetic troll like Gag.
When the machines were built, they awaited orders from one of Sauron’s lieutenants, but the order never came. Word came from the front that reinforcement for the man-flesh had come and that the leader of the lieutenants was destroyed. When his company heard that, they were all in terror. They fled back to the Black Gate where Sauron’s forces were mustered.
Gag was outfitted with armor and a large sword. As he was waiting to be deployed, he was thinking about his delicious nuts. When the gates finally opened, the entire host of Mordor streamed out of the gates. Gag went through the lines of men in bright armor and shining swords. He saw a king of men standing in the fray. Gag charged and knocked him off his feet. The man stabbed him in the foot. Gag was about to deal the final blow when he heard a great crashing noise. He was scared and ran away from the battle.
Gag changed his name to Gagnut, a more awe inspiring version of his former name, he moved to Moria, the last great stronghold of evil in middle earth, he was accepted by the goblins and made a apprentice of metalworking, he learned what there is to be learned and became a smith, and he is to this day a smithy of weaponry. |
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| fingolfin |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:12 pm |
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Joined: 30 Mar 2006
Posts: 321
Location: it's getting hotter in Iowa every day
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I just killed off Oor-rug so this is my new character Sven Vilderman
Man
Farmer
Armor: Leather Gauntlets Leather Hauberk
Weapons: Throwing Knife, Axe
age: 19
Height: 6’ 5”
Weight: medium
Personality: Proud and wary
History: lived in the carrock until wargs killed his settlement burned his farm and left him for dead, he came back and is wandering... out for revenge on anything evil.
Skill, very limited, does not know any other languages, and tends to make big mistakes
Side: Doesn’t trust Elves or dwarfs and is not friendly to most men. |
Last edited by fingolfin on Thu Jul 20, 2006 8:48 am; edited 1 time in totalSoldier: why'd you do that captain?
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| Cobra |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 1:23 pm |
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Joined: 12 Jul 2005
Posts: 1202
Location: Austin, TX, USA
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Name: Elendun, The Western Star
Age: 140
Race: Man
Class: Ranger
Equipment: A long dagger forged in the Lonely Mountain. A short bow of Mirkwood with a small quiver of arrows. A broad sword such as the Rohirrim use. Light padded armor, a pair of sturdy boots, and a worn traveling cloak.
Personality: He is a loner. He is friendly enough, but also distant and mysterious, so that no one really knows him. His eyes are piercing, and tinged with a certain sadness; talk with him and you will find that he smiles often, but never laughs.
History: Like his kinsman Aragorn Elessar, Elendun was raised in Rivendell. He developed great prowess with bow and blade, and when he came of age he joined a company of rangers. These men travelled far and accomplished many great deeds, earning the trust and respect of all Free Peoples they encountered.
Then, when Elendun was perhaps 60 years of age, the company vanished. Long years went by, and the rangers were thought to be lost forever. But it was not so, for nearly twenty years later, Elendun was seen wandering slowly out of the East, alone. He would say nothing of what he had seen; but as he journeyed westward, he was observed by many friendly eyes. His mind and body were as strong as ever, but his spirit was broken.
Elendun returned to Rivendell, but he was known there and constantly questioned, and could find no rest in such a place. He continued his journey, and before long reached Bree. There he was neither known nor questioned, for in Bree the townsfolk know little of rangers, and nothing of war. He must have been satisfied with this, for he has wandered the surrounding forest ever since, watching over the simple people of Bree.
Elendun is an old man now, and what horrors he witnessed in the dark Eastern lands may never be known. He lives now only to protect the innocent from such things.
Alignment: Good.
Roleplay Type: Free Form |
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| Anonymous Prodigy |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 1:32 pm |
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Joined: 10 Jan 2006
Posts: 4197
Location: United States
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Name: Telmonar
Age: Twenty
Race: Man
Class: Ranger
Equipment: Long-bladed sword, short knife, bow, and a quiver capable of holding twenty arrows.
Personality: Shy and intelligent. An avid reader, and a lover of history.
History: Born approximately twenty miles southwest of Ithilien, Telmonar enjoyed roaming the countryside. He went on adventures with his father, who was a merchant from Minas Tirith. By the time Telmonar was twelve years old, he had seen the white walls of Minas Tirith, the fair woods of Ithilien, the plains of Rohan, the borders of Mirkwood, and even one glimpse of Rivendell. At the age of sixteen, a small group of Elves passed by his home and asked if he would like to be taught in a small swordsmanship training class for young Elves and Men. Telmonar agreed, and he left home and traveled to Mirkwood with the small band of Elves. In the Elven palaces within Mirkwood, he was tutored in swordsmanship skills by some of the finest teachers in Middle-earth. He completed the class at the age of nineteen, and was considered by his teachers the quickest learner among his fellow students. Less than a week after Telmonar’s twentieth birthday, Thranduil employed him to protect areas surrounding Mirkwood and within Mirkwood itself from the various minions of the Dark Lord.
Alignment: For the destruction of Sauron’s servants.
Update (7-28-06): Telmonar was slain by Orcs in Osgiliath in the Siege of Osgiliath ROTK thread. |
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| Hazael |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 8:48 pm |
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Joined: 04 Jan 2006
Posts: 444
Location: Up North
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Free-form Character
Name: Mahir "skilled"
Age: 23
Race: Man
Class:  Archer, Thief
Equipment: Bow of the Haradrim, a quiver of 30 arrows, cloaked in scarlet, hooded and masked, experience and skill of a veteran.
Stealth provides his protection.
Personality: Silent, wise, respected.
History: Bred in the merciless deserts of Haradwaith. Mahir grew up in a world of legends, and found himself caught up in the conquests and hardships of his race. His people, blinded by Sauron, are driven by revenge, but Mahir sees the defeat of Gondor as the beginning of peace for his family. His battles have brought much honor to his name and glory to his people. Now, with the command of many mumakil, Mahir looks to Gondor.
All threats eliminated. His name will be remembered.
Allignment: The savage Haradrim. |
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| elf lvr |
![]() Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:30 pm |
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Joined: 13 Jun 2006
Posts: 3065
Location: Rivendell
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Free-form Character
Name: Silvar Qualinesti
Age: about 1400
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Equipment: An elven sword, with a short hilt. A shortbow from Mirkwood. A hunting knife.
Personality: Once very fiery and brave, but now much subdued. Quiet, reserved, and wise. Sarcastic sense of humor. Hates the world, except for a few elves.
History: Silvar was born to servants to the house of the king of mirkwood. He met and became good friends with the prince, an elf called legolas. The two loved to compete with each other in almost every way, and they soon bacame able swordsmen, archers, and hunters. However, a scandal in his house caused his family to be expelled from the kingdom of mirkwood. His family was on their own, with no one to help them.
They survived for a while, living off the land. But a scouting band of orcs stumbled upon the wandering family, and his parents were killed. He managed to escape, and ran into a party of rangers from Ithilien. They told him to flee and leave them alone, but in secret he followed them. He was caught attempting to steal food from them, and was severly beaten and left for dead.
He was found by an elven lady from Lorien, and she nursed him back to health. He fell in love with her, but his love was not returned. He was persistant, and soon she was forced to leave him. His heart broken, he wandered aimlessly for months. He found his way to an inn at bree...
Has gotten revenge on a traitor elf for his family. He has finally found friends in the dunedain rangers. now, his future is uncertain as he fights for the future of middle earth in osgiliath.
He dies in the ROTK seige of osgiliath, after wounding a nazgul. But he gained revenge for his family. His spirit is at peace.
Allignment: For the forces of good in Middle Earth |
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