[Arien]

Maika, for your consideration.

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? Yes

Which ones? Road to Erebor, Quest for the Ainerg, Escape from Nurn, Dark Seduction, Truth in a Dark Place, Sailing Away, Corsair and Corsets and The Fall of Greenwood the Great.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in?None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? –

Yes – Which one? The Green Dragon Inn.

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Maika, here is Acacia’s new bio and post below:

Name: Acacia-(pronounced- a-KAY-sha) Ratan

Age: 30

Race: Corsair

Gender: Female

Weapons (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armour only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): Acacia wields a sword that was inherited from her father. The hilt is plain and wrapped in worn brown leather, and the pommel and sharp short blade are both made of light steel. Though she could get her hands on a much better weapon she seems to be attracted to this one. Acacia also carries two daggers, both have a rosewood hilt and both blade and guard are made of similar steel to her sword. Acacia is also skilled at using throwing knives and carries a small set with her when she deems them needed. She hates to use bows and axes, as she was never taught how to manipulate and is too set in her ways to learn now. Acacia prefers to wear no mail to protect her as she feels that is restricts her movement.

Appearance: Acacia reaches a height of 5ft 9, and is of a medium build. Her hair is a dark brown, and has a slight wave to it; her hair reaches her waist but is seldom let loose as it cause great annoyance to her. Her eyes a brown, with a soft hew of green that accent her skin. It is lightly bronzed from the sun and free from blemishes and marks apart from a scar that reaches from her right ear to the base of her neck.

Acacia either wears a selection of dresses. They are often plain in colour with a simple skirt and a sung corset. She does have one or two dresses with elaborate designs but they are rarely worn. However when at home or away from authorities eyes she prefers to wear plain, tight brown trousers with brown light leather boots. She wears a white shirt over her trousers that come ¾ length down her arms and then is held tightly with cuffs. Shirt has a plunging neckline but it is tied with a series of strings. She wears no coat, as there is no need for her to wear such a garment

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all-powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): Acacia has a very misleading personality; which is dangerous to someone who might take advantage of her. Upon the surface she is merely an average member of the council and her only real purpose there is to please those who wish there to be Corsairs on the council. Acacia comes across a timid being with no real personality or emotion. She rarely speaks her mind and agrees with everything that is put forward for suggestion

However under the camouflage that she holds over herself she is a vicious woman. She believes in Umbar and the Corsairs and those who dominate them in the name of Gondor should all be eradicated. She is strong-minded and succeeds at everything she sets her mind too; and ever since Gondor has had control she wishes to over throw them. Acacia is also loyal to Jythralo Doran and has faith that he will be the man to lead them against their oppressors.

Acacia’s main weakness is her sarcastic rage. She will speak her mind and if she feels that the other person is wrong she will reply to them with the lowest form of wit: sarcasm. Often it has gotten her into trouble both on the sea and on land. Acacia also had tendencies not to take others thoughts into consideration and will do what she feels right at the time; although that does not mean she is always right. . Acacia also has a tendency to flirt a lot, sometimes she cannot help herself and other times she is bored; so she does it for fun. She does not value this trait but considers it as a part of her and will not change.

Apart from her personality flaws she has a few physical flaws. Acacia’s first problem is that she is a woman; and although she is taken seriously by most; it doesn’t stop people overlooking her and her mind. Acacia is only used to use sword, daggers and throwing knives and finds herself in hopeless desperation when she cannot fight with any of these three weapons. But with them she is quite skilled for a woman.

History: Acacia was born and bred as a Corsair; with both her parent as Corsairs it was hard for her as a child to escape their influence and their way of thinking. Therefore Acacia grew up with the values and the power of the Corsairs in her mind. Acacia’s father had been the first mate of a Corsair ship until he was caught by the Gondorian authorities and was put into jail for a few years until Acacia was 15.

Meanwhile her mother, Veda, taught her various things concerning ships and weapons. Veda basically brought her up as a child. She believed strongly that one day her daughter would be able to ride upon the waves of the sea without Gondor chasing behind them condemning every act of piracy that they did. Acacia often was able to go upon smaller boats when she was young but it was never as large as the ships that both her mother and father had served on. She was a natural and instantly loved it.

At the age of 15 Acacia first met her father, Solomon, when he was released from imprisonment. Even at such a young age she was bitter towards those who had jailed him and swore she would avenge their time lost together one day.

As soon as her father stepped out from the jail he was aboard another Corsair ship; and naturally both Acacia and her mother joined him. This particular Corsair ship was under the charge of Jythralo Doran a corrupt and dishonest captain and he immediately entranced Acacia. He cared for the Corsairs and Corsairs only and Acacia loved how his mind worked.

For five years she served on his ship and she absolutely loved it; to be free and to do what you wanted was her idea of peace.

The lives of others did not concern her and she cared not for the people that they terrorized. Unfortunately both her parents were killed in the five years by men of Gondor and her hatred for the bubbled
beneath the surface.

Then when King Elessar came to the throne she was forced to give up her glorious lifestyle and withdraw to a more sombre occupation.

Acacia eventually became part of the Council that governed Umbar. She quickly became a respected member of the council and Gondorian Sociaety. Acacia was forced to make friends with the various council members and keeps herself busy during the day with matters of Umbar. And although she hates it with a passion she has to keep the veil covering her true wishes. For under the covers she is still loyal to Jythralo and she hopes to help him to a victory over Gondor.
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Arien's post

Acacia let the sand run through her right hand as she picked up again. The sea breeze blew softly across her face and caused the sand to blow on to her midnight blue skirt. She sighed and brushed away the sand and leaned back on both her palms. The sunk slightly into the sand; but she stayed upright. The moon shone brightly and caused silhouettes on the waters surface.

Acacia listened as the waves broke slowly onto the beach and she glared out into the ocean. Oh how she would love to be out there now on a Corsair ship again! But of course it was not possible; at least not yet. Soon they would rise to power and she would be able to rejoin the Corsairs, she could not wait. To be rid of the burden of pretending would be bliss and to be rid of those idiotic Gondorian Councilmen would be bliss.

The breeze picked up again, but it was stronger and it ruffled the leaves on the trees near by hard. Acacia shivered and slowly rose brushing the sand from her skirt and bodice. She looked sorrowfully out to the sea and the whispered, soon. Soon I will be free from this life! and then she left and made her way back to her estate. It was only a few minuets walk through the dark winding ally’s until she reached the front gate of her home.

It looked marvellous at night; the torches lit it up and the grounds expanded into the darkness. Sometimes she wished she did not live here; but with the rest of the Corsairs, in squalor. It was not enough for her to have all this and not be able to sail. However her estate was a main ground for meetings between the various Corsairs and not only was Acacia part of the council, a lot of Corsairs held her in high regard.

Acacia pushed the iron gates open and made her way to the entrance. With a brief goodnight to both her maid and butler she way up the stairs and to her bed. She fell asleep almost instantly and was woken by her maid calling the next morning.

“Madame Ratan, you have a visitor.” Came Blaine’s voice into the room.

“Yes, I’m getting up now,” she replied wearily wishing Blaine could leave her in bed for another hour at least. “Blaine who is it?” If it were a visitor of no importance then she would simply bid them go away and tell them that she was busy.

“Madame it is Jythralo Doran; it seems as though it may be urgent.”

Acacia waited till her Blaine had closed her door; then she got out of bed. Her hair fell limply in knots to her side and she scratched her head in thought. She cursed softly under her breath as she donned a crimson dress with a matching corset; Jythralo better have had a good reason for coming so early in the morning. And she did not doubt that he did.

Acacia quickly tied her hair back and freshened herself up; and before leaving she took a drink of water from a flask on her bed. Acacia walked casually down the stairs as she could see Jythralo’s back turned on her. Her was staring at a large painting of a ship that hung a wall opposite.

“So you are up?” He said turning slowly on his heels to face her.

“Yes I am,” She replied leaning on the banister when she reached the step bottom step. She looked over his face briefly, “I was told it might be urgent, is it?”

“I deem that it is,” he replied walking closer to her.

“Oh,” Acacia raised an eyebrow.

“You of course know Devon Thrann?” Acacia nodded and wonder what anything had to do with that boy. He was rarely ever mentioned in their conversations and he was no one of any importance to them. “Well he knows…” Jythralo’s eyes were cast downwards and then meet Acacia’s. Her face was stony and showed no shock, in fact there was nothing.

“How much exactly…”

“Enough,” sighed Jythralo turning his back from her and walking away.

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[ October 12, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ October 17, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]