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Himaran · 08-07-2003, 03:22 PM

Character Description Form:

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES -

The Hobbit’s Gift, Road to Erebor, Quest for the Ainereg, The Summons, Sailing Away, In the Shadow of the Star, Flight From Rohan.

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES - BOTH

For your character please include:

NAME: Olin

AGE: 56

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS :

Olin carries a single headed axe, a gift from a friend living at the mountain stronghold of Erebor. His side arms include a long knife and two hatchets.

APPEARANCE: Olin is the an average dwarf; 4ft 3" with stubby arms and a long, braided brown beard. His hair is cut short in the fashion of a warrior, barely reaching the base of his neck. Olin's most embarrassing feature is the absence of his left ear; sliced cleanly off the side of his head during a battle with orcs from the mountains. To hide his wound, the dwarf is usually seen clothed in a brown tunic with a hood, shading both his eyes and his missing ear. During battle, Olin protects himself with heavy chain-mail armor, and polished brass helmet.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

Olin has been described by many as a grumpy character. He is gruff, can be short and impolite during conversations. He rises late, and usually is not throroughly awake until close to an hour later. The argumentative dwarf debates (and fights) constantly, though he has never harmed a anyone during such an outbreak. But despite his habit, Olin is friendly and enjoys meeting people from different races. A born traveller, he was more than happy to leave the Blue Mountains and help the Gondorian's with their building project.

A warrior as well as mason, Olin is an excellent fighter for a young dwarf. His overcautiousness borders on paranoia, and Belin keeps his various weapons near him at all times. The dwarf is also fond of children, though he regards the fact as a weakness and attempts to hide it.

HISTORY:

Olin was raised by his father in the dwarven lands of the Blue Mountains. While growing up, he learned little of the outside world; his father being protective of him and keeping him inside the mountain realm. During the early years Olin was taught the arts of war and masonry. Eventually, when war broke out with Orcs in the Misty Mountains, Olin had his first taste of battle and distinguished himself as a fighter. Longing to travel and leave the confines of his home, Olin was glad for a chance to travel to Arnor, despite the obvious trial of building a city from scratch.

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FIRST POST

When Olin the dwarf slowly and unsteadily exited his tent, the sun had risen and noon was approaching. The young dwarf was an amusing sight; his beard was tousled and entwined the wrong way, his entire face covered with loose strands of dark brown hair. For that was how Olin always looked upon waking, his only thought being to reach the campfire without tripping and falling over. The dwarf had experienced the embarressment of doing so many times before, all slightly different versions of the same mishap.

Finally reaching a campfire, Olin snatched a nearby mug and filled it with steaming hot tea. Taking a deep drink, the dwarf ignored the scorching pain from the heat and allowed the marvelous property of the drink to fill him with new life. Looking down at the empty mug, he refilled it and drank again, this time emptying the cup in a single slurping gulp. Ah, tea; delicious and soothing. Now I can focus on the task at hand.

Returning to his tent, now moving quickly, Olin dressed properly and re-braided his beard. Next, he checked his weaponry and equipment. The dwarf was unsure of when he assistance would be needed, but he wanted to be ready either way. Now fully awake, with his personal chores out of the way, Olin decided to take a stroll around the settlers' camp and discuss matters of construction with other dwarves. He knew that building a city would require extensive planning, and before leaving he sketched out priliminary ideas of his own. One always had to be prepared!

[ August 08, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]

08-07-2003, 03:22 PM	#38
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Character Description Form: Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - The Hobbit’s Gift, Road to Erebor, Quest for the Ainereg, The Summons, Sailing Away, In the Shadow of the Star, Flight From Rohan. Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES - BOTH For your character please include: NAME: Olin AGE: 56 RACE: Dwarf GENDER: Male WEAPONS : Olin carries a single headed axe, a gift from a friend living at the mountain stronghold of Erebor. His side arms include a long knife and two hatchets. APPEARANCE: Olin is the an average dwarf; 4ft 3" with stubby arms and a long, braided brown beard. His hair is cut short in the fashion of a warrior, barely reaching the base of his neck. Olin's most embarrassing feature is the absence of his left ear; sliced cleanly off the side of his head during a battle with orcs from the mountains. To hide his wound, the dwarf is usually seen clothed in a brown tunic with a hood, shading both his eyes and his missing ear. During battle, Olin protects himself with heavy chain-mail armor, and polished brass helmet. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Olin has been described by many as a grumpy character. He is gruff, can be short and impolite during conversations. He rises late, and usually is not throroughly awake until close to an hour later. The argumentative dwarf debates (and fights) constantly, though he has never harmed a anyone during such an outbreak. But despite his habit, Olin is friendly and enjoys meeting people from different races. A born traveller, he was more than happy to leave the Blue Mountains and help the Gondorian's with their building project. A warrior as well as mason, Olin is an excellent fighter for a young dwarf. His overcautiousness borders on paranoia, and Belin keeps his various weapons near him at all times. The dwarf is also fond of children, though he regards the fact as a weakness and attempts to hide it. HISTORY: Olin was raised by his father in the dwarven lands of the Blue Mountains. While growing up, he learned little of the outside world; his father being protective of him and keeping him inside the mountain realm. During the early years Olin was taught the arts of war and masonry. Eventually, when war broke out with Orcs in the Misty Mountains, Olin had his first taste of battle and distinguished himself as a fighter. Longing to travel and leave the confines of his home, Olin was glad for a chance to travel to Arnor, despite the obvious trial of building a city from scratch. +++++++++++++ FIRST POST When Olin the dwarf slowly and unsteadily exited his tent, the sun had risen and noon was approaching. The young dwarf was an amusing sight; his beard was tousled and entwined the wrong way, his entire face covered with loose strands of dark brown hair. For that was how Olin always looked upon waking, his only thought being to reach the campfire without tripping and falling over. The dwarf had experienced the embarressment of doing so many times before, all slightly different versions of the same mishap. Finally reaching a campfire, Olin snatched a nearby mug and filled it with steaming hot tea. Taking a deep drink, the dwarf ignored the scorching pain from the heat and allowed the marvelous property of the drink to fill him with new life. Looking down at the empty mug, he refilled it and drank again, this time emptying the cup in a single slurping gulp. Ah, tea; delicious and soothing. Now I can focus on the task at hand. Returning to his tent, now moving quickly, Olin dressed properly and re-braided his beard. Next, he checked his weaponry and equipment. The dwarf was unsure of when he assistance would be needed, but he wanted to be ready either way. Now fully awake, with his personal chores out of the way, Olin decided to take a stroll around the settlers' camp and discuss matters of construction with other dwarves. He knew that building a city would require extensive planning, and before leaving he sketched out priliminary ideas of his own. One always had to be prepared! [ August 08, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]