~:~The Great Evil~:~Lord of The Rings Rp~:~Accepting

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Cory sat somewhat awkwardly on his pony's back, as Rosie slumped somewhat onto him as she began to fall asleep. "Piper!" he whispered, slowing Forge a bit so his walk would lull Rosie to sleep, "I'm not tired. Are you? I bet we could keep going and make good progress towards Rivendell overnight."

[water-witch]

:..:The Evil That Does Not Sleep:..:
Name: Michelle Hailey Fermon

Race: Half-elf, Half-human.
Gender: Female.
Age: 12
Nickname: Surda. [Don't ask.]
Son/Daughter of Mariel [A human.] Gerokel [An elf.] Sadly, not much is known of them as they vanished zoom after Michelle was born. Presumed dead.
Personality: Surda has a fiery temper, a rather big potty mouth and gets mad super easy, she is rather loud,and when she's pissed off, She will cuss like a horse [Thumbs up if you get the Heroes of Olympus qoute.], she is very rude, and will run her mouth on you. No, she doesn't care that you are the evil powerfulFire Lord, she will[atleastattempt to] kick your a**. Just because she looks younger than you. does not give you theright to crack jokes about her appearance/age. She will punch you for that, if your lucky....One tough cookie, hates to be called little girl, she absolutely hates tomatoes, is stubborn as a donkey, and will not be easily swayed, she can notswim,butthatwillnot stop her from jumping off a building/bridge to save her skin. Can be postively insane and is a little on the crazy side, sadistic, cold, psychopath, no remorse/guilt, killer, cruel, and rash. A major tomboy, usually dresses in old fashioned boys clothes, she doesn't mind much if you tease/call her a 'boy/male' Just make sure you do it at the right time, fore there is a time a place for everything. She loves fighting, the rush of adrineline from the danger is what she loves. She doesn't mind killing at all, as long as it's for the ones that deserve it. Very loyal, will sacrifice her life to save a person[may they be a person she knows, or a complete stranger, the same goes for saving theworld. She's really brave, to the point if it's questioned if she's stupid. Can be rather childish and playful at times, since, she does have the mind and body of a kid. Also, sometimes after she cracks, she smiles and laughs insanely, just goes insane: Gets really cruel and heartless and cold when she cracks. But in the inside, she's just a lost, lonely, scared, and very hurt girl. You won't see her true self much, if at all, since she hardly knows her true self, herself.
Pet: [Can she have a pet dragon? A baby at the moment.]
History: That will be revealed in due time. Although you should know, her family was slained during the war and before the ring was returned and peace was to the land. Also, right now, at the moment: Michelle lives on the streets and travels around, usually being stowaways on boats or secretly riding on someones wagon/cart. Her experience on the road has made her very tough and hard, a shell of her past, she totally changed. Oh, and she also works as a mercenary. She doesn't have any jobs right now, so if ya want some one dead, just ask her!
Strengths: Her stubbornness and her experienced swordsmanship are one of her biggest strengths, though her stubbornness could easily become a weakness.
Weaknesses: Thunderstorms, tomatoes; she hates tomatoes with a burning passion, her loyalty, she tends to be to loyal to friends and would thoughtlessly sacrifice her life for a comrade. She has this grey boy hat [old fashioned. /Lol, of course it would be old fashioned] that her brother Ferdinand gave to her. It's one OC her most treasured thing, she will do almost anything to get it back if some one takes it from her.
Likes: She loves to fight, may it be sword fighting or wresting, she likes to climb trees and she can climb very fast, she likes rabbit stew with rice, that is her very favorite type of food. She has a habbit of taunting others and making them uncomfortable.
Fears: Lightning/thunderstorms, she is very afriad of them.
Other: She has two double edge swords that she can use very well, an excellent fighter. She is an avid gymnastic you would say, her favorite/best thing she can do is her all sorts or flips, cartwheels, front flips/back flips, summersaults, hand springs and so on. She also ha s some knowledge on pressure points and things like that.
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accepted

[water-witch]

Cory sat somewhat awkwardly on his pony's back, as Rosie slumped somewhat onto him as she began to fall asleep. "Piper!" he whispered, slowing Forge a bit so his walk would lull Rosie to sleep, "I'm not tired. Are you? I bet we could keep going and make good progress towards Rivendell overnight."

~Piper~
"No *yawn* I'm not that sleepy, Cory..." I say, actually blinking back sleep.
Great.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Cory looked at Piper in the dark, squinting, but he couldn't see much. "I guess we should stop. Tom's probably tired and you can't ride and sleep at the same time." He gently pulled Forge to a stop and turned him off the road into a little clearing. Supporting Rosie with one hand, he slipped off the pony and lifted her down off Forge in his arms.

[water-witch]

Cory looked at Piper in the dark, squinting, but he couldn't see much. "I guess we should stop. Tom's probably tired and you can't ride and sleep at the same time." He gently pulled Forge to a stop and turned him off the road into a little clearing. Supporting Rosie with one hand, he slipped off the pony and lifted her down off Forge in his arms.

~Piper~
"*Yawn*. 'Kay, Cory." I slip off Kio, onto the grass, and promptly fall asleep.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Cory smile at Piper and unrolled some of his blankets that he had stored in his pack. He stretched one out on the ground for Piper, and another for Rosie. He set Rosie down carefully on her blanket, then pulled Piper onto hers and wrapped her up. Then he set one out for himself but left it rolled up. He placed it against a tree as a pillow and leaned against it, settled strategically next to Rosie. Closing his eyes, he turned away from her and placed one hand on her arm before falling asleep.

[water-witch]

Cory smile at Piper and unrolled some of his blankets that he had stored in his pack. He stretched one out on the ground for Piper, and another for Rosie. He set Rosie down carefully on her blanket, then pulled Piper onto hers and wrapped her up. Then he set one out for himself but left it rolled up. He placed it against a tree as a pillow and leaned against it, settled strategically next to Rosie. Closing his eyes, he turned away from her and placed one hand on her arm before falling asleep.

~Rosie~
I blink, adjusting to the darkness.
Wha-? Oh, I must've fallen asleep.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Cory snored softly in his sleep, oblivious to the fact that Rosie had just woken up. He was a sound sleeper, and didn't move in his sleep or talk. He was having a wonderful dream about fighting dragons and wearing majestic armor and valiantly chopping them up with his trusty blade.

[Lunaestrella]

Tom chuckled and sat on a blanket, leaning his back against a tree. For some reason, he couldn't sleep. There was something that was keeping him awake. Shrugging, the hobbit lit his pipe and gazed up at the starry sky thoughtfully. He wondered why he had been sent on this mission, why he had to carry the pendant. The pendant! He picked it out of his pocked and looked at its beautiful, yet dark design. He touched it softly, running his fingers over the carved metal. Suddenly, he felt like putting it on again. What harm would it do? Slowly, he picked it up and hung the chain round his neck.
Inmediatley, the little hobbit felt like he was drowning. It felt like water was all around him, yet there wasn't. Scared, he opened his eyes, and saw many swirling shapes and patterns, shades of gray and blue. Tom desperatly tried to run away, but he could see a star in the distance. It was huge, and it was shimmering, but not like the lovely white and yellow stars that he had seen just a few minutes ago. It was black, gleaming the darkest colour. The star seemed to attract him in a way he could't control, and the hobbit grabbed on to the pendant, screaming for help.
((I just made up something similar to what the ring did. I hope its ok ))

[myth;]

(( Perfect, now the Muzgul can find him And her 'Fallen Beast' too ))

Smelling the air Black Nightingale as about to cll it a night when. What was this? She sensed mighty power towards the west. "Shire." she hissed facing to the west. Letting out a high pitch squeal she called her Fallen Beast. The creature flew over her with gigantic wings made of, bone? The whole creature shone pale in the moon light, reveling the creature was nothing more than bones attached by shadow and raged black skin. Leaping onto it's back Nightingale let out another, worst, sound causing the plants to quiver, and insects crawl from the ground for miles round.