<-When-To-Give-Up-{

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Oooh! May I join? I'm from the LOTR chat thread with Alatar and company, if you're curious as to how I found this. I'll start on my form.

[VanWen]

ooc:
I know, I was hoping for more people but oh well. We might as well start now.

Welcome and I know who you are We shall wait till your forms are done.

[Lunaestrella]

((Ok, I can't write right now but maybe in half an hour or something))

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

I'll finish my form today after school, and then I'll jump in.

[Lunaestrella]

Lunaryn dismounted from her horse at the entrance of Rivendell. She patted Sombra's neck and proceeded to walk inside. Suddenly, she heard the faint flutter of wings and held out her arm as the owl perched and nudged her head playfully.
The young elf walked through the grass, hardly making any noise. Her cape was torn and her boots worn out, as she had been travelling for months without stopping. Her expresion saddened as she remembered her family. They were now probably far away, in the Gray Heavens, happily eating and drinking without even thinking about her. Lunaryn's eyes narrowed as she thought of them. They were all the same, selfish and greedy. All they cared about was their stupid jewels, and at the slightest chance of loosing their money, they moved somewhere else. But she was different. She loved Middle Earth. She loved the animals, the trees, the tall mountains with their snow covered tips. She loved the people, hobbits, dwarves... the jewels weren't everything for her, and she had refused to leave. Now all that was left of her old life were Soren and Sombra.
After escaping she had finally decided to go to Rivendell. There she could learn useful things and hopefully make friends, aswell as improving her skills to be able to travel around Middle Earth. She wanted to see every village or town, climb all the mountains and explore the forests. But first, she thought, she would stay there.
The elf looked around, hoping to see someone else that could tell her where she should go next. Her green eyes scanned the valley, and saw the village far below. She began to walk towards it.

[sicksadworld.]

<-About-Me-{
Username:
Pontimus
Nickname:
Ponti
Comments:
Just stalking your rps ;3
Suggestions:
again, nope


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Ƭαяιզ Ƶɛмαя
Nickname:
Tariq
Species:
Easterling
Age:
Twenty Three
Gender:
Male
Description:
Tariq is tall, around six foot three inches,olive skinned with dark ringed, brown eyes that have flecks of gold around the pupil. He has muscle tone that depicts his warrior rank and has adapted to a more flexible, contact fighting style. Tariq also has black hair that spikes out to one side, a single gold ear piercing that runs from his lobe to the tip of his ear as some sort of cover, and some dark stubble.
He also portrays several battle wounds, a major one being a long slice down the diagonal of his back, caused during his initiation test and also bears the mark of an Easterling on his right side of his neck, this is a tattoo of an elaborate scorpion with tribal designs. Along the top of his back is also an Arabic sentence ' إذا كان كل تسقط، ثم يجب عليك أن تكون واحدة لتحمل علم إخوانكم وهزيمة الاعداء اسمه حتى يتم فرض روحك في غياهب النسيان التحدي' which means 'If all shall fall, then you shall be the one to bear the flag of your brothers and defeat the named foes until your soul is forced into defiant oblivion' and was carved into his back when he became a warrior of the Variags.
Crush/Courting:
Any lady who he fancies
Husband/Wife:
Not yer
Preferred Weapon:
Two headed, Easterling axe of which is carved with ancient texts along the blade with the handle been made of the wood off a fallen Elder Ent. He also carries a long stick, also made of the same Ent, which has a blade crafted inside, so with a precise flick of his wrist it slides out to wound his opponent. This weapon stands up to his sternum when touching the ground and is often carried on his back underneath his traditional shield.
Mount:
Lamri
A traditional Easterling war mare.
Family:
His family were part of the Variags of Khand, Otherwise known as 'axe-wielding barbarians'. Tariq's father,King Turambar,was their main tribal leader who was murdered in his sleep by a past king of Gondor and his mother was abducted by them as the soldiers raided their camp when Tariq was nineteen, leaving him with nothing of hate for Gondor and other men alike.
Personality:
Tariq is normally a quiet soul who trains whenever he can, focusing on his precise aims and slices to defeat that of his enemy. He does however have a raging temper and is quick to snap, mostly due to the hot curse of revenge flowing through his veins due to his family's obliteration. Apart from this Tariq is kind and generous to his own kin, making sure that he keeps everyone alive through there long trek into the lands of men to rebel against the forces, yet a small inkling niggles in the back of his mind whether he should follow the ark forces that control his people and others alike.
History:
Born into the Variags means that he had a warrior upbringing, training started for him at the age of ten,like most Easterling children. He got his first horse after he had passed his initiation at the age of fifteen and has gone through many steeds since.
Others:
His Achilles heel is any subject about his mother, Lïlka.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

<-About-Me-{
Username:
Lady of the Rings
Nickname:
Lady, Spirit, or It/You
Comments:
I think I'll even out the genders a bit.
Suggestions:
None really.


Feredir
Nickname:
Just call him Feredir.
Species:
Elf.
Age:
367 standard years.
Gender:
Male.
Description:
Feredir is a tall, powerful young elf, compared to many of his race. Unlike most elves, he is more inclined to use his strength over his speed or agility in combat, and his height helps intimidate opponents. While still of the distinctively lithe and fine build of the elves, he has more muscle mass and broader shoulders than the average elf. His long black hair is usually braided and twisted into a pattern resembling the veins on a leaf and is knotted in the back. Feredir's eyes are a grassy green, and small flecks of gold can be seen when he is angry.
Crush/Courting:
None yet, I want to see how he interacts with the other characters first.
Husband/Wife:
Same reason as above.
Preferred Weapon:
His bow, but also his knife and sword.

Orqrist

Poikaer

Belegú
Mount:
Fuin, meaning "darkness." He is a large black stallion descended from the horses of the Rohirrim.

Family:
All of Feredir's family left for the Grey Havens several hundred years ago, but he chose to stay in Middle Earth. His family consists of himself, his parents Faerwen and Theredir, and his sister Thelionwen. All were very sad to part, but Feredir firmly insisted on staying in Middle Earth when the rest of his family was set on leaving.
Theredir
Faerwen

Thelionwen
Personality:
Feredir has a relatively pleasant personality, as he was raised among merry fair folk in the dreamy forests of Lothlorien. He enjoys laughing and singing, often humming a tune to suit his mood. Seldom does he fall into a dark mood, and as a general rule is lighthearted and joyful. He is very easy to get along with, and makes friends wherever he goes. He can be competitive when a chance to prove himself arises. When faced with danger, he is much more likely to stand his ground than run, and he is very loyal to his friends. Being forced to commit an act of treason would to him feel punishable by death. He is not often argumentative, but can hold his own in an argument due to his infallible logic. When he does become a lovely shade of grumpy, he is sullen and critical, and at his worst is cynical, sardonic, and offensive. He is a fierce warrior, and when the gold flecks in his green eyes are visible, you would definitely not want to find yourself on the wrong end of his pointed weapons. Feredir is of average intelligence, but is very observant of surroundings and people. Lying is not his strongest skill, and he is blunt and truthful when asked a question, even if his answer accidentally offends someone. And along the lines of love, he is much more likely to form platonic relationships than romantic ones. Sometimes he is so concerned with detail when observing things that he fails to notice the obvious.
History:
Feredir grew up on the outskirts of Lothlorien, living a peaceful life with his small family and neighbors in tree flets. His parents made sure he was educated in much of Middle Earth's history and current facts/events, as well as several fighting styles/methods. During the War of the Ring, his idyllic life turned upside down when he went with Haldir's force to Helm's Deep. He was one of the few Elven survivors, and came back with a greater appreciation of his weapons and his life. He also learned much about the rest of the land outside of the forest, and fell in love with Middle Earth and everything benign about it. He developed an intense hate for evil, and spent much time after returning home thinking and musing over the theory and motivation of evil. When his family left Middle Earth for the Undying Lands, he chose to remain in the kingdom and care for the earth and the trees and the animals rather than go.
Others:
He has a hunting dog, Daeron.

[VanWen]

ooc:
Hey Ponti! Love your character.

Both accepted.

bic:
Estelwen smiled and laughed as she darted through the forest just outside Ford which lead into the land making up Rivendell. It was dangerous for an elf like herself to leave Rivendell but she didn't care. She was a very stubborn girl who loved to take risks and she was so caught up in her game of tag with hr white elven horse Ithil that she did not even notice as she strayed further away. She took off and darted around Ithil who threw his head back chasing her as the game went on, the air was filled with her laugh and the stallion's squeals.

[Lunaestrella]

Lunaryn heard hoofbeats and someone laughing. She turned around to see a young elf running out of the path with a beautiful white horse.
Sombra snorted and then whinnied, glad to see another horse, but Lunaryn held him by her side. She watched the game of tag silently, feeling too shy to go over and ask for directions. She just hoped that the other elf would notice that she was there. Meanwhile, Soren had taken flight and was now hovering above the other horses head with a curious look in his big, dark eyes.

[VanWen]

Ithil skidded to a halt and is head shot up as he noticed the bird. Estelwen paused with a smile on her face and looked up seeing the bird for the first time too. She turned to give her stallion a playful shove when she noticed the other elf and paused before moving forward. "Suilaid*!" she said happily with a smile as she walked over to the other elf. "Telin o Imladris**, Nin ester Estelwen***." she said seeing that the elf did not look like any that she had seen in Rivendell. "Mahn eh-nehth lean****?" she asked and stroked Ithil's slender white neck as he stood beside her reaching his nose to her horse.

Translations:
*Greetings
**I come from Rivendell
***They call me Estelwen
****What is your name?