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Newly Deceased
Join Date: Dec 2009
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Sorry that I'm holding this up -- school is hectic at the moment. I should be able to post sometime this week.
@ Folwren Nickname? Hmm... S.O.? User of Unusual Size? I could go by Car, short for Carapacian, not to be confused with automobiles. Or Caz, my RL nick. I dunno. You pick one.
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The Werewolf's Companion
Join Date: Aug 2009
Location: The Moon
Posts: 3,021
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I call you Simie. From Small-Smy-Simie. Hope you don't mind.
I'll post for Idhy pretty soon.
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Messenger of Hope
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States.
Posts: 5,076
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How 'bout Olli? It has to fit you, you know. Foley wasn't actually chosen by me. Other people started calling me that, but it fit, and I've kept it.
-- Foley
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Seoul, South Korea
Posts: 602
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NAME: Ferethor Steele
AGE: 26 RACE: Men GENDER: Male WEAPONS: A sword. What other weapon do you expect of a Gondorian ex-soldier? APPEARANCE: He is clad in a chain-mail of tarnished silver, a soft deerskin shirt beneath to prevent the linked ringlets from being driven into his flesh. He has on black woollen breeches, mudstained leather boots that bespoke of a long and weary journey, and a slim metal shield depicting a silver leaf on a sable background is strapped to his back. His blade is sheathed by his side within easy reach. All this, except for the shield, is covered by a midnight-black woollen cloak that boasts bloodstains as well as mud. He is also willowy slender. Fair of hair and countenance, pleasing to look upon but with no sinews to speak of, he does not seem to be a fierce warrior despite his fighting attire and the blood on his cloak. Perhaps this is why he is wearing a chainmail and have a weapon close by his side even in the safety of the Golden Perch Inn; he must have survived to see his late twenties, not because he was powerful, but because of his instinctive caution and wariness for any and all eventualities. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Quick and swift of foot, a passable archer and a dependable swordsman. His style of swordplay is mainly defensive, nothing flashy, holding his ground until the enemy gives way or reinforcement arrives. He picked it up offhand in the army but it served him well enough to tide him over the War. Shy, easygoing, but deadly serious in even the most trivial of matters. He doesn't smile easily or make many friends. His speech is courteous if overly formal. HISTORY: Ferethor quit his service to Gondor after the War, and hired himself out as an independent mercenary. His specialty is the protection of merchant caravans from the bandit raiders that lurk in the shadows of the woods, and earned quite some recognition in that profession for never having yet lost a merchant caravan... although it has been muttered that this was because he was suspiciously successful at striking deals with the raiders themselves. He is on good speaking terms with many of the bandit leaders. When the War was over and most of the soldiers were released from the payroll, Ferethor took the morally gray path of a mercenary. Some of his friends and comrades took the black path of banditry instead, and somehow they fell into a steady if unintended symbiosis of looking out for each other. Ferethor treads a thin line between the immoral and the moral, though he hasn't done anything definitely illegal yet, and perhaps his questionable acquaintances would get him into trouble some day... ------------------------ LINKED ~*~ Pio
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
Posts: 9,461
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ooh splendid... need to look where this was left and if it were my fault...
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Seoul, South Korea
Posts: 602
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Er, can we back up here? Y'know, I /would/ object to characters not only completely disregarding my character saying that he did not want his wounds treated, which might be just because the characters themselves were flustered, but also the players who assume that Ferethor had /let/ their character heal him without resistance. Trying to heal him is okay, since it lets my character (more importantly, me) respond, but going ahead and doing it? I mean, he has the strength to wipe the blood off his chin and smile and politely tell the women that he is in no need of assistance, I don't think he would be too weak so as to let them handle him like a sack of flour. Especially since he has made his thoughts clear. Not that I'm trying to ruffle any feathers or anything, it's just that, well, I can't see my suicidal character as meekly submitting to treatment. He'd probably snarl like a wild animal and push her away.
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Pilgrim Soul
Join Date: May 2004
Location: watching the wonga-wonga birds circle...
Posts: 9,461
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Fine, I am sorry. I have had very little time and tried to post as best as I could in that available so I skim read in an attempt to get some life in to this. Only when my library time ran out did I see that your second post is completely at odds with the time frame. Elessar will not be on the throne for the thick end of a century. Perhpas you would like to back up too so your character fits in to the context.
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