[Novnarwen]

Howdy!

*Looks at the screen....

We can do saves at the Discussion thread?? Wow! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

Okay, a male hobbit is coming up, anytime today! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

Nice looking RPG! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

*nova* [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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Character Description Form:
1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES; Hunt for The Dragon, Flight from Rohan and C & C.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? Erm, 1/2..C&C is just ending, besides I have only a secondary character.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – The Green Dragon is my place... [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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NAME: Hedgar

AGE: 43

RACE: Hobbit (Follohide)

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Almost anything but his walking stick, it is too prescios to him.

APPEARANCE: Hedgar likes to think on himself as VERY good looking. (Few would say that he is though.) His brown curly hair is almost not visible anymore, he is loosing it quite quickly. Hedgar is thin, but has a stomach. All the ale has marked him, in other words. His very short legs make him a short little hobbit, who wants to enjoy life to the fullest with pipeweed and ale. His sea-blue eyes are sharper than a blade, Hedgar believes he can see through anyone with them.

PERSONALITY/STRENGHTS/WEAKNESSES: He is a very outgoing person, long walks are things he really enjoys. (That almost the only thing he and his wife, Rosie, have in common.) He enjoys a good laugh at an Inn somewhere. If not his beauty can charm the ladies, his humour sure can! He is indpendent, and strong in mind and will. Hedgar truely believes that the Big People have hidden intentions, he therefore choose to ignore them or play stupid when he socialize with them.

His son is the best thing ever happened to him, and Hedgar would do anything to protect and give Fippi everything he needs. (Hedgar isn't very strict with him, to Rosie's horror. "Let him be a boy," Hedgar uses to say. "He'll grow up, when time is ready.")

Hedgar doesn't have a clue how to handle a sword, bow, etc. He tried to swing a sword once, but his hands were so sweaty that he lost grip of it, and it landed on his foot. His big toe didn't like that, neither did Hedgar. Basically, it's scaring him to death, the thought of holding something deadly.

HISTORY: Hedgar was born north of the Hoardale River on the western side of the mountains. He managed to escape from the clutches of the Witch King (Hedgar doesn't like to look back at this period of his life. However, when he is to mention The Witch King he only says; "The Scary One.") He joined the Hairfoot Kin who were also fleeing westwards. It was then he met his beloved wife, Rosie. They fell soon in love, despite their differences, and they settled together in the village of Staddled just north of Bree-hill. A couple of years later they had a son, whom they called Fippi after Hedgar's grandfather.

Eight years after the birth of their son, they have a nice little hobbit home (hole). The couple work as millers and enjoy their life at the countryside.

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Novnarwen's post - Hedgar and Fippi

"Fippi, it's almost lunch time," Hedgar said grumply. Fippi had insisted on taking a long walk down-town in Bree. Hedgar didn't have a choice, he never had. Fippi sprang down the street, his father in his heels, muttering something about where his son dicsipline was, and if hadn't learned anything from his father. Fippi ran on. Hedgar on the other hand, went slower and slower. He hadn't the strenght to run that fast, both his stomach and his legs were not fit for such. Fippi stopped and waved at his father making a grimace, exclaming something about being first to the meat shop.

Hadgar held Fippi tightly in his hand. "I wanted you to win, sonny. It's good for you. I've won plenty in my life, it's your turn," he lied. Fippi noticed, but didn't say anything. He just lookd up at his father with an innocent look. "The Inn," he muttered. Fippi loved the Inns, just like his father. The little hobbit man had no option than to lead his eight years old son to The Prancing Pony. I need to get myself a pint anyway, Hedgar thought giving his son a smile. Fippi started running again, letting go of his father's hand. Hedgar 'ran' (If that's what you want to call it) after.

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“Are you going to let this stranger post notices without permission? Humpf! How do we know it’s true? I haven’t seen any bandits lurking on my doorstep. And to suggest we cooperate with those sniveling hobbits! It’s preposterous. If your husband was alive, Andreth Thistlewool, he’d put a quick end to this. This is what comes of letting unattached women run an Inn!"

Hedgar stood stricken. Fippi was silent too. "Close your ears sonny," Hedgar commanded. Fippi didn't do as told, he just pretended, his father knew that. Hedgar tried to understand what was said, but the Big Folk was all over the place, and the little hobbit didn't seem to get noticed, and if he was, they gave him glares. "Filthy little, I mean big...." he muttered. He felt his tunic being dragged downwards. It was Fippi reaching up, "I want to go home. They are saying so many horrible things.." he said giving a sigh. His father nodded, to Fippi's pleasure. "Come," Fippi said, now taking his father's hand and turning from the noisy crowd.

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Hedgar's son ran the little distance remaining. Hedgar followed in his slow pace. The hobbit wasn't very pleased with today's 'adventure'. His son was sad, he had obviously heard too much.

"Where have you been?" It was Rosie's voice calling. Fippi had reached their home, Hedgar would too, when she'd calm down. They were far too late for their planned lunch.

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[ September 19, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]

[ September 24, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]