[piosenniel]

Manardariel wil play 2 characters:
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Name: Tessa (Tessiriel) of Dol Amroth

Age:17

Gender: Female

Race: Human of Gondor

Weapons: mind and whatever comes handy (a stick? a rock? who cares?!)

Looks: thick brown hair just barely curling over her chin. It used to be down to her waist, but she managed to let a honeyjar fall on it, and it had to be cut off. Deep brown eyes, usually slinted with laughter, or glittering full of “menace”. Medium-sized, with a femine figure. Freckled all over, with sweet dimples and full lips. Her face is open, and easy to read. When she´s cross, her eyes get very small, and she looks EXTREMLY scary.

Character: Some people, especially exasperated governesses, call Tessa “loud, obnoxious; however, VERY spirited”, and Tessa heartily agrees. Always bustling with energy, she couldn’t possibly sit still when life and the world are going out outside. Fierce in her loyalty to her sister, she´s quick to denounce anyone who doesnt agree. This she does far to quick, totally living off her first impression and feeling, hardly using rational thought. Shy or just quiet people bug her, mainly because she’s never quite sure if they’re really just quiet, or actually snobby, but also because she just doesn´t get them. Loud and never boring, she always has great ideas, however; she tends to get in trouble afterwards. Very open to other minds, on the other hand quick to form an opinion on something and someone. Then she´s horribly stubborn, and takes a big thing to make her admit she was wrong, which she hates. Tessa is quite intelligent, and loves to learn, but not in school: “My school is out there” she tends to say, pointing to the window. Hates to be alone, and loves to talk. When something´s got her talking she´ll go on and on and on and....also, she become demanding, wanting her –or Finduilas, of course- to be in the middle of attention.

History: Tessa is the baby of the family. She always got alot of attention and hardly any responsibity. Especially her mother spoiled her rotten, letting her oldest daughter Finduilas do most of the educational work. Nevertheless; Tessa and Finduilas are very close. They´ve been sharing a room since Tessa was two and Finduilas eight. Finduilas loves her sister dearly, however sometimes she´s tired of her enegetic spirit.
Tessa grew up in the blessed, sunkissed life of an aristocrat´s daughter, never knowing war, never fearing corsairs or armies.

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Name: Finduilas of Dol Amroth

Age:25

Race: Human of Gondor

Gender: Female

Weapons: voice and eyes

Looks:No way past it: Finduilas is extremily beautiful. Dark, brown curls usually put up in an artfull bun or other pretty style. Blessed with a skin “like a seashell”, pale and without a fault. Huge, amber eyes, always half closed by her long eyelashes she´s especially proud of. Quite tall, with a beautiful figure and deep, melodic voice and soft hands.

Character: A silent power. Finduilas has never neen the person to run around and get in trouble, she´s always rather quiete and composed. However, she has a great influence on people and is well aware of that. With her extraordinary aura it´s hard to say “No” to anything she askes for. Finduilas has a great, great hard and is ready to give it to anyone. Sometime melaconic and very intelligent, very loyal and a bit ironic around herself and others. However, she has a thing about exquisite gowns and spends quite some money on that.

History: She is the oldest child of the Dol Amroth family, and that gave her alot of responsibility. However, this never made her demanding ot patronizing. She has a special connection to her father, who is very fond of her. A year before the wedding, she fell in love with a young Sea Captain, who married another girl. She sees her new life in Minas Tirith as a chance to prove to the world and herself she´s over this, and as a new start.
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Manardariel’s post:

Tessa woke up. Pushing her thick, brown curls out of her face, she streched around cat-like, squinting around the unfamiliar room. It took her a moment to realize she was in Minas Tirith, not in her room at home in Dol Amroth. Tessa tiptoed out of bed, careful not to awake her peacefully sleeping sister. The girl peered out of the window, trying to get used to the unfamiliar view unfolding under her eyes. As far as Tessa´s eyes could reach, she saw houses, streets, carts and so many people! The sun had barely risen, and they were already crowding thre city, bustling and babbeling; giving her an idea what she had to expect from the next few years. Not that bad, no. In fact, Tessa liked it. It reminded her of the big spring-market back in Dol Amroth, a big attraction in that lazy, beautiful sea town. Tessa crept back into bed, but she couldn´t go to sleep. Instead, she studied Finduilas. Her sister looked stunningly beautiful, even now that she was asleep. Tessa snuggled in her arms. “Tessa.... lemme sleep...” the woman grumbled. The girl smiled and gently tickled her stomach. “Tessa! Stop it!” She pulled her hand away. Grinning, she gave her sister a hug and wispered “Rise and shine, Lady of Gondor. Today´s your big day!”

My big day, Finduilas thought. Half-smiling, half-frowning, she recalled all the “big days” she´d had in the last few months- the day father had announced her wedding to Denethor, the steward to-be. The day she´d left Dol Amroth. And today, when she´d first meet her husband and all the court of Minas Tirith would be her big day. Like her wedding, like the birth of her first son would be “big days”. Like every day she lived and breathed could be a big day. Finduilas pulled on the richly embroided, white gown she´s be wearing today. With Tessa´s help, she put up her hair into an elaborate bun, and slipped on two beautiful, fish-formed earrings. Adjusting her shawl –it was a bit cool- she looked at her sister. Little Tessa seemed lost in adoration. “I think I´m ready,” Finduilas said quitely. Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of that girl worshipping her like she was some kind of goddess. “Oh Finduilas, you´re so gorgeous!” Tessa cried, hugging her sister. “You´ll be the most beautiful Lady ever”

Nervously, Finduilas tapped her foot. She was to meet the important figueres of the court first, the the Steward and then, at last, Denethor, her future husband. Right now, she was greeting every lady, girl and mother of Gondor, or so it seemed. She smiled, looked elegant and tried hard to remember name after name after name after.... from time to time she caught Tessa´s look.
“How do I look?”

“Brilliant.” Tessa mouthed. With a mock look, she added “You Lady you!”