[Tinuviel of Denton]

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – no

How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? one, Dark Seduction (cameo)

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? both

NAME: Reynion (Reyn to what few friends he has)

AGE: 2658

RACE: Silvan

GENDER: male

WEAPONS: A sword named Lachril, two longknives and two smaller knives for throwing, and of course, the requisite bow. His arrows are always fletched with green-dyed feathers, and his bow was varnished in such a way as to make in nearly invisible in the deep forest.

APPEARANCE: Reynion is very tall, with black hair. His skin is almost translucently pale and he has grey eyes. He wears predominately dark green or black and usually wears a hood when outdoors. When he stands perfectly still, he tends to blend in with the trees and has often startled people when he suddenly moves.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Reynion is something of a lone wolf, and spends most of his time alone in the forest. He does not usually work in a team, as he is very opinionated and has a rather caustic wit that is not really the best way to win friends. He dislikes taking orders, but will when circumstances demand it. He is primarily a hunter and stays mostly near the borders of Greenwood. Reynion grew up in Thranduil’s halls. He was not very social as a small child, which has carried over to his hood. He has never really wanted to marry, which is fortunate, because he has had a shortage of elvenmaids who were interested in him anyway. When he was fairly young (five hundred or so), he discovered that he had an aptitude for throwing knives, after which he began perfecting the art to nearly the exclusion of everything else. His sword is carried more for show than for use, as he is not very good at using it. He focuses on the bow and his knives rather than using the longer weapon. His father is not on very good terms with him for this reason as the sword is his weapon of choice. That is one of the reasons he’s a loner. He has had some close encounters lately with spiders, and has decided to come to the interior for safety.

HISTORY: When Reynion was about five hundred years old, he began to use throwing knives almost exclusively. This brought him into conflict with his father because Eldarion preferred to use the sword, and expected his son to do the same. This led to his being kicked out of the family home. This first time, he didn’t go very far away and simply constructed a flet nearby. He continued to spend time with his mother and two sisters (he has no brothers) though he avoided his father. This in turn led to his father being even angrier with him, Eldarion feeling that this was something of a slight upon him that his son refused to visit him. Both parties said some harsh words when Eldarion interrupted a visit by Reynion to his sisters. Once again, Reynion left, this time building a flet somewhat farther from the family home. This happened several more times, until now Reynion is completely estranged from his family.

FIRST POST:

Reynion strode down the halls of Thranduil, lost in thought. He heard voices ahead of him and almost turned around to take another route. He thought he recognized one of the voices as one of the Elves he’d grown up with. Ghiorden, he thought. Oh, and the elvenmaid was one of Ghiorden’s old archery students, the one with the incredibly long name. She seemed to be uncomfortable. So of course he had to step in and “rescue” her.

“Ihwestaieleva. They are expecting us. If you’ll excuse us, Ghiorden.” To himself he added, and I hope he takes the hint. I don’t really want to explain the situation if indeed I’m understanding it correctly.

The other Elf nodded, disappointment slightly lining his face. “See you later then, Ihwesta.”

Ihwesta slumped her shoulders as Ghiorden drooped away. “I feel so . But there’s something peculiar about him and I don’t trust him at all.”

Reynion stopped, a little embarrassed at being confided in by a comparatively young elf, and a maid to boot. “Yes, he is eerie, I’ll give you that,” he agreed for lack of anything better to say.

“I know he wants to work with Minyahiniwen at the shop but, well, she’s picky about her work and only Orodhîn knows how to fletch or polish just the way she wants it. I wonder how long he’ll be at it.”

Reynion was saved from having to answer that by their arrival at the Council doors. Once inside, he slipped away from Ihwesta and stood in the shadow of one of the pillar-trees. The tidings were worse than he had realized. A spider or two was one thing, but accomplished scouts and trackers just disappearing? That didn’t make sense. Suddenly he was very glad that he’d returned to this area, even if it did bring him into closer quarters with his father than he would have liked.

As the arguing escalated, he decided to go, especially when two young elvenmaids volunteered. It wasn’t that he disparaged their skills, mind, he just didn’t think it right for them to be among so few. Besides, [Elves #4 & 5] were not among his favorite people. It would be nice to be in the right for once with them.

“I may be how you say ‘blinded with honor’, but to me that is a credit in itself,” Reynion stated blandly. “And I am neither foolhardy nor is my reasoning for reverence false. You have everything I can offer,” he said, bowing low to Thranduil and then looking towards Ceros. “I will go.”

Well, now I’m in for it, he silently laughed at himself. Well, one thing about this mission. His sword and knives would be much more practical than his sword.

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Okay, I inserted Reynion's name in wherever it says [Elf # 3] because those lines and actions seem to be more like the sort of thing I'd expect of him. If that causes problems, I can change it (though I'd really rather not.)

This is my first real RPG, so go easy if I seem a little odd.