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06-15-2003, 06:52 PM

Have you ever played an RPG at the Barrow Downs?-No

Have you posted in the Green Dragon Inn or in the White Horse in Rohan?-Yes

Name:Caruson (Haradrim warrior)

Age:28

Race:Human

Gender:Male

Weapons:Spear, sword, bow, wooden shield, and thick wool.

Appearance:6ft. tall with dark hair and dark skin scared by sand storms and abuse. War paint often covers his face and his cloths are red to symbolize his service to the eye.

Personality: He strives to become a captain and to have a major part in the downfall of the white city in any way possible. To put the rest of his personality plainly, he is evil and will do absolutly anything to serve the eye.

Strengths: He is willing to do anything (even in-humane torture) and he is very fit (he trained all his life for the army).
He is also able to survive in the desert and hunt for food.

Weaknesses: He is very arrogent and believes in his priests so much that he never questions any of their decisions.

History: At his second birthday he saw a captain leading a large army off to war and from that moment on his life was centered on two things, his religion and becoming a captain. Throughout the years leading to this time he rose in military standing very little. He was now allowed to wear the blood red uniform of a seasoned soldier. The two things that had always drivin him now made his life much more complicated. The War of the Ring had started and if he was to have a part in the downfall of Minas Tirith he would have to become a captain very soon.

First Post:
Thack thack thack came the repeating sound of the arrows as Caruson hit the target one time after another. His skill with a bow went almost unmatched for very few archers in the entire city could hit a target at three hundred yards in broad daylight. Caruson did this at night.

Soft footsteps came down the sandy pathway behind him as he hit the target a fourth time.

"Caruson, it is time for sleep. The others are resting for tomarrow, don't you think you should be too?"

"You don't understand. I have not practiced at night for some months." replied Caruson in his harsh dry voice "Don't you see Paursat? The moon is waining and it will be new by the time we get there. I must practice if I am to be much use for fighting at night."

"Who said you would fight?" snaped the
elderly preist's voice

Caruson's glosy eyes glared at him "Who says we won't." At that Caruson turned into the wind, pulled his blood red hood over his face, and collected his arrows. He went to sleep anticipating the slaughter of resistant tibes when they reached their destination.

06-15-2003, 06:52 PM	#106
Delian Guest Posts: n/a	Have you ever played an RPG at the Barrow Downs?-No Have you posted in the Green Dragon Inn or in the White Horse in Rohan?-Yes Name:Caruson (Haradrim warrior) Age:28 Race:Human Gender:Male Weapons:Spear, sword, bow, wooden shield, and thick wool. Appearance:6ft. tall with dark hair and dark skin scared by sand storms and abuse. War paint often covers his face and his cloths are red to symbolize his service to the eye. Personality: He strives to become a captain and to have a major part in the downfall of the white city in any way possible. To put the rest of his personality plainly, he is evil and will do absolutly anything to serve the eye. Strengths: He is willing to do anything (even in-humane torture) and he is very fit (he trained all his life for the army). He is also able to survive in the desert and hunt for food. Weaknesses: He is very arrogent and believes in his priests so much that he never questions any of their decisions. History: At his second birthday he saw a captain leading a large army off to war and from that moment on his life was centered on two things, his religion and becoming a captain. Throughout the years leading to this time he rose in military standing very little. He was now allowed to wear the blood red uniform of a seasoned soldier. The two things that had always drivin him now made his life much more complicated. The War of the Ring had started and if he was to have a part in the downfall of Minas Tirith he would have to become a captain very soon. First Post: Thack thack thack came the repeating sound of the arrows as Caruson hit the target one time after another. His skill with a bow went almost unmatched for very few archers in the entire city could hit a target at three hundred yards in broad daylight. Caruson did this at night. Soft footsteps came down the sandy pathway behind him as he hit the target a fourth time. "Caruson, it is time for sleep. The others are resting for tomarrow, don't you think you should be too?" "You don't understand. I have not practiced at night for some months." replied Caruson in his harsh dry voice "Don't you see Paursat? The moon is waining and it will be new by the time we get there. I must practice if I am to be much use for fighting at night." "Who said you would fight?" snaped the elderly preist's voice Caruson's glosy eyes glared at him "Who says we won't." At that Caruson turned into the wind, pulled his blood red hood over his face, and collected his arrows. He went to sleep anticipating the slaughter of resistant tibes when they reached their destination.