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Aragorn_Ellessar
Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:31 am
Joined: 31 May 2006 Posts: 189 Location: Iowa
Name: Ithildon

Age:21

Race: Elf

Class: Ranger

Equipment:Elven Special Bow, named Arunthori, 40-50 green feathered arrows, 2 throwing daggers, a broad sword, and leather armor, with a dark green cloak.

Personality:Tough, Strong, Tough-minded, ability to carry on, slightly precaucious, courageous.

Heigt:6’ 5"

Weight: 162

Alignment: Good

History: Carried off during a raid by haradrim as a boy. He escaped and joined the dunedain to learn how to fight. He is currently cooking some fish....
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One Ring to find them
One thing to bring them all
And In the darkness bind them
Felipe Musco
Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:27 pm
Joined: 18 May 2006 Posts: 2434 Location: Florianópolis, SC, Brasil
Good Guy Character (?)

Name: Berethor Quiksilver

Age: Unknown

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Equipment: A weird, curved and extremely sharped longsword (it’s a katana); a wooden bow; a blood-soaked wool cloak; a bent and pierced breastplate.

Personality: Usually is found deep in thought, like he was at a parallel universe, except when in battle. Will do almost anything for information of his past, and to what was done to him.

History:
As his eyes opened slowly, all he heard were the screams of the mutilated villagers. The smell of burnt straw made him aware of where he was - in the middle of a raging battle - although he had no idea of how he ended up there.
He felt something warm and painful on his head, and touched it: blood. The floor where he was lying a moment ago was soaked in a blood pool, and he thought: "There’s no way I could’ve survived a blow like this!".
Then, it all became clear to him: the Valar must have smiled upon him, and granted him the gift of immortallity! He picked up the sword lying beside the blood pool on the floor, and charged at the Trolls still crushing the village, his eyes burning in rage as he approached the first one from behind his back. He leaped into the air, swung and... got smashed by the Troll’s heavy warhammer. It appeared that he was not exactly a skilled fighter.
A searing pain sent shivers down his spine, as he actually felt almost every bone in his head shattering, and he fell to the ground. Before things went black, all he could think was: "But... how? I should be immortal...".
He slowly opened his eyes again, only to find out the flames had completly died out, and everyone was gone, nothing left to be found. "How many days was I out?".
Berethor then got up, feeling almost no pain, his wounds completly healed. He bent down to get his sword - at least, it was his now -, but it was shaterred to pieces by the Troll’s blow. He then skulked around searching for a newer one, and found a bizarrely shaped sword - probably elven - with a curved blade, that was almost intact, while any other weapon he found was completly destroyed.
He walked around without knowing what to do, and found out that, no matter how many days went by, he never felt hungry or thirsty. One night, he was attacked by a small group of Orcs in his sleep, all he had the time to see was the dark blade thrusting his stomach, before things were yet again black to him.
When he awoke, several days later (there was already snow, and the last night he was ambushed, it was still early autumn), he finally realized that he was not gifted, but cursed! For he couldn’t find the peace and rest of the eternal sleep, although he felt all the pain the ones who go there usually endure before. He could feel all the pain from the cuts and slashes, yet he could not die. He couldn’t believe it! He felt angered, flustered, and decided to try and atone for his sins - although he didn’t even remember his name, he picked Berethor Quiksilver quite some time after "the awakening", which is how he now refers to the Trolls’ attack, the first time a person asked his name - and decided to start by hunting down the Orcs that ambushed him. However, quite a while went by, and he also learned he was no good on picking up a trail, so he wandered around for days near the Woods close to where he woke up, until he met a strange man. A Ranger, he called himself.
As he learned of Berethor’s condition, he understood that, cursed or not, he had a part to play somewhere, sometime, and that’s what was keeping him alive, against his own will.
With him, Berethor learned to wield a sword and to use a bow, and also a bit of tracking, hunting and carving (so he could carve his own bow and arrows) and forging (so he could crudely repair his sword and armor, although he never needed to, and to make arrow-heads).
When he finally found the Orcs, he was a much more skilled fighter, and managed to kill a lot of them before dropping (again).
Then, he found the remanescent ones, slew them, and recovered a piece of worn out breastplate from their treasure hoard, which he decided could come in handy, since fighting bare-chested caused him a lot of pain.
Ever since, Berethor has walked around for ages, without ever finding the meaning for his pityful existance. He learned a lot from the Elves, Dwarves and Men, and he eventually develope quite an amount of skills, although he was never very good in most of them.
The centuries of experience (and pain) made him a better fighter, and he eventually became deadly in close combat, enduring much less pain, since he took much less blows.
He cannot remember the names of all his friends, since they were countless, and from very different eras, and he can’t remember all the placeshe visited, either, although he never forgot the Village from "the awakening", which was where eventually a great civilization was built, proudly wearing shining pieces of armor, encarved with a White Tree.
Berethor now seeks eagerly for clues and answers as to his condition, going from places to places whenever he hears a rumor of a powerful being, or a very wise entity, with only one thing in his mind: death, his own.
He kills anything he judges evil in his path, unless it kills him first. However, death is just a bothering drawback for him, and he’s a very vindictive person. He never forget the face of the ones who killed him last time, until they’re dead too. Even if it takes him years, until they’re old and decrepit, since time is on his side, when he’ll usually hunt down the one who killed him, and slay his whole family, erasing the House from existance completly.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Has no particular alignment, until he makes up his mind on what the "good side" is, and don’t usually measure the consequences of his acts and strategies, since death does not matter anyway. He has lost several close friends because of this, since they didn’t rise again as he did, when things went wrong.
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corvus
Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 5:24 pm
Joined: 13 Oct 2006 Posts: 1696 Location: Roaming, but dangerous!!!
Name: Corvus (The Heretic)

Age: Unknown (was born during the second age)

Race: Elf

Class: Ranger

Equipment: A long sword with carvings in ancient elven runics which read: Avenger, the last blade to be made by Eol, the Dark Elf. A long dagger with the emblem of Ereinion. A white long bow and a white quiver with 30-35 feathered arrows.

Personality: Pleasant, but dark. Would not mind the company of good hearted fellows (can pierce through most beings’ souls with his eyes), but would not easily open up to them.

Having dwelled in Mordor for 2 years, a part of him has grown almighty in battle, but fell and wicked. This part of him comes out in extreme cases of battle and is known in Mordor as "The Hunter".

History: Corvus descends from the green elves in the east of Beleriand. His family moved with a large group of his kin to the west of the Middle-Earth right before the attack of the Valar in Morgoth’s keep. There they dwelled and the sounds of Numenor and its destruction was only a faint echo to their ears, until Sauron, the great Dark Lord of Mordor returned to his throne, and great was his power.

It was during those times that evil beings would roam into the wild and attack any stranded dweller of the land. Ranger squads were set up to counter the threat, and Corvus eagerly joined them. With the rangers, he learned the arts of the blade, the bow, hunting and tracking. Those were the best years for Corvus. He made friendships which would only break with death. His best friend was Sharil, the leader of the team, and his cfirst cousin . And thus it happened.

The team of rangers heard of an orc uprising near Corvus’ and Sharil’s homeland, an estabilshment named Silverspring. The squad emerged to defend the small town, only to find it in ruins. But the threat was even greater than the elves had imagined. The orc band’s leader, was D’Sparil, an evil wizard trained by Sauron himself in the dark arts and war. He was as dangerous as a dragon and as cruel as the Dark Lord. Sharil, unable to control his rage, drew his blade, his eyes in flames just like Feanor’s.

"No Sharil!!!" Corvus shouted. "You have no hope on your own". But it was too late. The elf had already started marching towards the evil sorcerer. At his sight, the hooded man clenched his teeth, seathed the dagger with which he stabbed a poor elven maiden and drew his blade out of its scabbard. Sharil stoud at a 5-6 feet distance from him. He screamed curses in tongues long forgotten on Arda, and pulling up his blade, he charged at the magician. It was a fierce battle indeed, for both adversaries were full of hate for each other. No one dared to interfere. With one mighty slash of his longsword, Sharil threw the evil magician on the ground, who barely managed to parry it, although he did not drop his black blade.

Just at that time, the man faintly said: "Why do you fail to see" (slowly lifted his head and suddenly threw a handfull of sand to the noble elf then exclaimed:) "THAT YOUR AGE IS FINISHED?" With a foul scream, the wizard thrust with the speed of a snake Cobra on the elf and stabbed him in the stomach. The black blade got through the elf, and Corvus saw its tip gleaming. Sharil raised his hand to strike one last time, but he dropped his blade. The sorcerer retrieved the blade from the elven warrior, his eyes still, and pushed him to the ground. Sharil’s eyes lost their keen brightness as his spirit departed for Mantos’ quarters.

Corvus screamed from the very depths of his soul; with his trembling right hand he took an arrow from his quiver, nocked it on his bowstring, and let it loose with a scream. It whistled right next to D’Sparil’s face, and pierced a running orc through the eye. D’Sparil looked at the elf with his dark red eyes for almost 2 seconds and said nothing. They stared at each other and scorched each other’s soul. Then, the sorcerer seemed to smile and shouted his eyes still: "Charge!"

At his command, orcs from every direction stopped their pillaging and turned towards the rest of the elven company. Corvus still recklessly shot a few arrows, throwing several orcs to the ground. So did several of his companions. Moments later, every ranger run to the North. Moments seemed hours for the elf. In a single day he lost everything he loved. He could not pull himself together for several seconds. As his companions hollered his name, he slowly turned around and with tears in his eyes and started running. He turned his head to take a last look at the place he once called home while it burned. He run and run and run.....

Days later, he found himself in Lothlorien. The Lady accepted all the refuges, as the Naith were still quite eager to help during those times. Each time he looked at Her, he knew She could read everything, as Her bright eyes were filled with sorrow. Corvus only stayed in lord Celeborn’s dome for just some months. Then he chose to depart for Rivendell, the place of recovery for each soul. There he went, and he grew fond of the forests in the Northern region. The lord and his kin accepted their relevant with honours and love. Corvus fell in love with the waterfalls, and one of their dwellers, the fair maiden Laiver. The first time he looked her in the eyes, she passed out in his arms, for so great was her love. Corvus held Laiver in his shaking hands, and told her: "May this feeling never fade away", and opening her blue sparkling eyes she answered faintly: "May your words be heard by Manwue".

Thus they married, and dwelled in Rivendell, the last resort before the havens. But the past will not leave its marks behind, nor will it be easily forgotten. The second age came to its end with a great war. The great Dunedain Elendil, the Tall, and Ereinion, the son of Fingon, king of all Noldor, mustered their hosts to war, and what a company they were! Other tales speak about the splendor of their banners. The alliance army managed to push the Enemy’s forces back to their homeland, until they reached the final fortress: Mordor itself.

There the tired army besieged the Dark Land, until the Dark Lord came out. With him was his minion: D’Spraril the Serpent Rider. The battle raged unchecked for days, and at last, fate had it that Corvus and D’Sparil came face to face in combat, as once Sharil and D’Sparil did. The evil man, stared at the elf, then said calmly: "I remember you, you are........." "your slayer!" screamed Corvus, as he jumped ro slash him, both hands holding his blade.

The wizard tried to block the attack, but fell on the ground, his blade shattered to pieces. He faintly laughed as Corvus raised his blade to finish him; "A gallant attempt..." He raised his right hand and cast a lightning spell against Corvus, who fell on the ground, his blade lying next to him. "As i once said," carried on D’Sparil preparing to hit Corvus again, "Your......"

Corvus unseathed his dagger and threw it with a loud scream against his nemesis. The knife flew into the air, and landed on its target’s chest. With his last words, D’Sparil said bleeding and drooling: "curse you elf! I curse you with the despair of Morgoth!" and with that curse , he fell on the ground. Corvus then fell on his knees, and took a breath. He felt a huge shadow coming near him. Apparently, the Dark Lord was curious concerning who had managed to strike down his apprentice. The last thing Corvus remembered about that day, was the Dark Lord’s eyes, and his mace swinging towards him.

When Corvus opened his eyes, the first things he saw were Gil-Galad’s and Elendil’s bodies. "We lost" he thought to himself. He drew towards his enemy’s body, and took his dagger out of it. He picked up his sword and seathed both of his weapons. His imaginations flew all the way to Rivendell, and its destruction by the Enemy. He could even imagine his wife’s body lying empty in a hall. Once more, he had lost all he loved, or so he thought. His soul was too wounded to consider anything but revenge. He lived in the wilderness for more than 2 years, spying on enemy forces, and slaying them until he realised: they were too few to be the winners.

Hastily, he turned north. Everything looked normal. Most cities were overburdened and weak, but not razed. With a glimmer of hope in his heart, he travelled north as far as he could, until he reached Rhovanion. There he stayed for a short time, and became a friend of the horsemasters, and learned the news about the fall of the Necromancer, and that his name was often mentioned those days. With his heart full of joy, he marched to Rivendell, to once more face the beauty of the waterfalls.

At last he reached his homeland, and indeed he was welcomed with honour and joy, for a great warrior had safely returned. Elrond explained to him that he had him for dead, as did everyone else. When Corvus asked to see his wife, silence came. The lord of Rivendell took him to her body. Just like Miriel, she had faded away out of sorrow for the news of his death. Corvus wept for years for his lost love, as his enemy’s curse was cast upon him.

During the third age, Corvus keeps a low profile, and helps the free peoples as much as he can. He is known to few as an epic warrior, as most elves of his age have either perished or sailed to the west, the sacred lands.

Alignment: Good.
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ingold55
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 7:28 pm
Joined: 10 Oct 2005 Posts: 1199 Location: Out on the front line
Name: Morgok

Age: It is known that Morgok was young during the end of the first age of Middle earth, but other than that little is known.

Race: unknown

Class: assassin

Weapons. One black blade, and many other surprises unknown.

History:

Morgok’s history is little known. What is known of Morgok begins in the beginning of the third age of middle earth.

It was later discovered that Sauron himself (in the second age) had been fascinated with Morgok’s quick wit and strength, also with Morgok’s skill with a blade. Morgok soon became Sauron’s one-man army, taking orders from Sauron himself. After Sauron’s fall, he still talked with Morgok much like he did the witch king of angmar. Morgok would be sent to take out enemies of Sauron, enemies that survived the battle of the last alliance, and other enemies that threatened Sauron.

Morgok was first discovered by the free peoples when they laid siege to Mt. Gundabad in the angmar mountains (An upcoming RPG.) Sauron had made Mt.Gunrabad his secret fortress, a place he could store up his armies and attack in secret all of middle earth. (Due to the advantage of being able to attack both Rhovanion and Arnor without having to pass through many lands.) Sauron had made Morgok a captain there for a time, when he wasn’t needed to assassinate anyone in middle earth. After a three year siege, Mt. Gundabad fell, and Morgok once again started hunting free peoples in middle earth.

He became so evil and dark, that when in a dark room, he would be darker than the darkness. He began calling himself death in person, and was a terror just like death. No one knew when he would strike, and no one knew who he was.

He was never discovered by anyone until a young man named Durail attacked him, while Morgok was stalking an elf. The elf escaped much to the bitter hatred of Morgok, but he had found a new adversary. Morgok still traveled middle earth, not knowing that Durail, in his spare time, still hunted him. It wasn’t until moria was taken that Morgok realized Durail remembered him. But he had gone into moria for one reason and that was to kill an elf named Lyon. After Morgok had been foiled in Moria, he headed to Mirkwood to try and kill Lyon, not knowing Durail still hunted him.

Alignment: Evil to the bone!
Aragorn_Ellessar
Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:11 pm
Joined: 31 May 2006 Posts: 189 Location: Iowa
Name: Belithuin

Class: Ranger/Man

Age: 21

Born: 20th to last yr in the 2nd age.

Weapons: A broad sword, and a Bow named Shithar, a green quiver with 40-50 white fletched arrows. A short knife, like Aragorns kind of.

Armor: A green and brown tunic, with steel vambraces and shoulders.

Personality: Aloof, withdrawn, dark, and gets mad easily. Doesn’t like to be pushed around.



Alignment: good (btw, I’m making this especially for the Mt. Gundabad RPG, I55)
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:02 pm
Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 3065 Location: Rivendell
Name: He tells people his name is Imhis. He is called Gimilbolgdam (white skin) by people those Haradrim that know his identity, by men he is known only as the Angel of Death. Amongst Haradrim that only know him as an assassin, he is known as Kadôanûneg (again, angel of death).

Age: About 22

Race: Far Haradrim

Class: Assassin

Equipment: He has a longbow and a set of throwing knives. His primary weapon is a strange longsword he found in a desert temple. It has no crossgaurd; its hilt is made of a strange black metal, in the shape of two snakes with emerald eyes twined around each other, facing opposite directions. Both of their mouths are open. From the mouth of one, a long silvery blade protrudes, and from the other comes a giant ruby, used on the sword as the pommel. The blade has never chipped or broken in the years that Imhis has used it.

Personality: He is cold-hearted and quiet. He cares little about other people. The driving force in his life is money.

History: Imhis was born in Far Harad 12 years before the ring was destroyed. He was born with a rare condition for his people; his skin was white as snow. Ever after, he wore a cloak in the desert to shield his skin from the sun.
Even from a young age, he was taught the skills of his people, how to track, shoot, and fight. He also learned how to move as silently as the shifting sands, and how to kill a person before they even knew he was there.
When he was very young, his father was called by Sauron to serve in the War against Gondor. He was never seen again. Without his father to help provide for his family, they soon began to run out of resources. Imhis learned to kill other people to survive.
However, despite his best efforts, his mother and younger brother died of starvation as well. He left his home, wandering the desert, delirious from dehydration and starvation. He stumbled upon a desert temple, and there he found his sword. At first he took it because he believed he could sell it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never find anyone willing to buy.
He continued to kill to survive, and made a good living that way, until one day he was caught by another assassin from Near Harad. But instead of delivering punishment, the assassin made Imhis his apprentice, and took him back to his home. While there, Imhis began to get jobs killing people, and while he was not overly happy with his life, it was a relatively good one, and he lived in peace.
But his master was soon also called off to war, and he too never returned. Filled with hatred towards the war, Imhis disappeared into the forests of Near Harad, where he remained until the destruction of the Ring. Some ten years later, the reigning leaders of Near Harad found him and requested his assistance with a special mission…

Alignment: Wherever the money is, currently for the forces of good.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 2:05 pm
Joined: 06 Jan 2007 Posts: 351 Location: Mirkwood
Name: Elgalad

Race: High Elf

Type: Elven Prince

Class: Archer

Age: 1906 Years Old

Weapons: 2 White Knives, 1 Elven Sword, 1 Bow of the Galadhirim, Quiver of 50+ arrows.

History: Elgalad was born in Lothlorien and lived there most of his life. Later in his life he moved to Mirkwood. During his stay in Mirkwood, he went with the a group of Elves to the Misty Mountains and found his way to Rivendell, where he met Elrond. After a short stay in Rivendell, he started to make his way back to Mirkwood. He and the group of Elves he was with were anbushed by a large group of Orcs and Trolls. He fought off the orcs with the other elves and killed a Troll and a few Orcs. When he got back to Mirkwood, Aragorn and Gandalf came and told him to watch Golum. After Aragorn and Gandalf left, a large group of Orcs attacked him and the other guards. They held off the Orcs for hours and eventualy pushed them out of Mirkwood, but Golum had escaped. Elgalad is a decedant of Gil-Galad. When Legolas settled in Ithilien, he appointed Elgalad as his second in command.

Alliance: Good
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shieldelf
Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:12 pm
Joined: 06 Jan 2007 Posts: 351 Location: Mirkwood
my evil guy

Name:Zurbog

Age:26

Race:Haradrim

Class:Archer

Equipment:Longbow, Dagger, Quiver of 100+ arrows, Full Leather Armor

Personality:Suclusive, Loner, Great Leader, Courageous

History:Born in Harad, Zurbog has always worked for Sauron. He was at the Battle of Minas Tirith and Battle of Osgilioth. He was also at the Last Battle of the Ring. He started hunting down Gondorians when he was 13 and had gotten his first bow and dagger. By the time he was 15, he had killed more than 100 Gondorians and was held in great respect by the other Haradrim. The first time he truly started working for Sauron, he was 16 and was sent with 50 other Haradrim to raid a Gondorian outpost near Ithilien. He and the other 50 Haradrim were defeated, and Zurbog, though badly injured, was the only Haradrim who managed to escape. His injuries kept him out of fighting for 2 years, when he started raids again. He was succesful on all of his raids and quickly gained command of an Archer Company and later had control of 2 Mounted companys and 3 Archer companys. During the Battle of Minas Tirith, his forces were held back in Osgiliath by the Witchking. When the Witchking was defeated, Gothmog sent Zurbog and his companys back to Mordor to report this to Sauron. After they had reported this, they got news that the Gondorians had won the battle and they stayed in Mordor. During the Final Battle, Zurbog was injured and had to retreat his forces. Amazingly, his forces had suffered no deaths, though most were wounded, and they set out for Harad. On the way to Harad, Aragorn and his forces overtook them and they surrendured. Aragorn released them to Harad when they promised they wouldn’t attack Gondor anymore. But Zurbog still continues to raid Gondor. He is captured again and forced to sign a peace agreement. He signs it and is released. Later, he sneaks into Minas Tirith and destroys the peace agreement and starts to raid again. Aragorn’s forces set out to find him, but instead find his wife and take her to negotiate with. Zurbog agrees to keep peace and gets his wife back, but receaved this warning: "If you attack us again, we will hunt you and your family down until they are all captured or destroyed and we will capture you and kock you uo until you die." Zurbog doesn’t do raids by himself anymore, but will raid in groups with others where it won’t be known he attacked Gondorians.

Side:Varies on his mood, he can be good or bad. He is mostly evil but will help you Gondor ocasionaly (when he or his family is threatend).
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:04 pm
Joined: 19 Mar 2006 Posts: 37 Location:
Name:Farfofor

Age:56

Race:Orc

Class:???

Equipment:A scimitar, whip, a little knife

Personality:Stupit, Grouchy

History:He is a deserter of Sauron’s army. He deserted right before the destruction of sauron and mordor. He was a private (or watever is equal to that rank in the mordor army).Wanders around doing this and that.

Side:On no side but his own.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 12:35 pm
Joined: 31 May 2006 Posts: 189 Location: Iowa
Sylvarith

Age: 24

Race: Elf

Class: Assasain

Equipment: 5 throwing knives, a bow and arrows, and a fighting dagger.

Personality: Gets angry easily, A sense of command.

History: He was thrown out of his home for murdering another elf at the age of 14. He ran away to harad and grew up there. He is now the chief assasain
for the king of Harad.

Side: Evil
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