ATM II Planning/Discussion Thread

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MORDOR

Kath's character

NAME: Igör

AGE: With accumulated ages of all the body parts, somewhere in the thousands.

RACE: Human, Orc, Elf, Dwarf, whatever was lying around.

GENDER: Mostly male.

WEAPONS: Carries small knives in little pockets created by sewing extra flaps of skin onto his own body. Can also drown people in spit if he gives into his natural lisping impulse.

APPEARANCE: Around 5’11”, but slouches to create the illusion that he has a hump and so appears a good 5 inches shorter a lot of the time. He moves with a limp, but this is an affectation, and when he needs to move fast he certainly can. His hair is long and dark, he knows it looks a little odd but it was a gift. One eye is bright blue and piercing, the other is red and moves independently, sometimes even turning itself round entirely. He wears a shirt and trousers for modesty, but no shoes as he has a hobbit’s feet.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Igör is very friendly and good-natured and would love it if everyone could just get on. He is unfailingly honest, incapable of lying. This might seem to make him an odd choice for a diplomat, but his truth is absolute, which means he isn’t always saying what people think he is. He has an incredible gift for healing and has been well suited to life in Mordor, what with the strange accidents that happen, or the people that turn up in pieces. He can also move silently and swiftly.

HISTORY: His ‘parents’ were assigned to Mordor long before the records began to be kept properly, so he has no idea why. He was created many years later and has worked in a number of jobs including being a healer in one of the hospitals, assistant to a mad doctor and an Elvis Presley impersonator. He found it hard to keep a job for long though, until he became a diplomat and found that the skills that had frequently got him fired seemed to be a requirement for this job.

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MORDOR


Diamond18's character

NAME: Skittles MacFarlewyn
(will answer to Skitt and Les, but never to Kit, and never ever to her real name, which is Nancy)

AGE: 21

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Her body is a weapon. Also, she has an endless supply of switchblades with decorative handles.

APPEARANCE: Tall and skinny. Her hair is a mass of tangled black curls, with purple, blue, and emerald green highlights. Her skin is very pale, freakishly so, and tests have shown that she will not tan or burn or even get the slightest shade darker even under long, intensive exposure to sunlight. She once spent seven hours in a tanning booth and didn’t darken a whit (thus winning a bet which entailed the loser having to streak through a church.) She either wears clothes of many bright colors or dresses all in black. The importance of this is covered below.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Skittles does not suffer from insanity, she enjoys every minute of it. She is most often cheerful -- or rather, Morgoth-May-Care -- and there is no predicting what she may do or say. However, she may be provoked into a violent and dangerous mood swing which can last for mere minutes or stretch into days. When this happens she becomes hard, snarky, and switchblade-happy. At times like this she is known to wear black leather and say things like “Do ya feel lucky?”, “Go ahead, make my day,” and “Hasta-la-vista, baby,” as often as she can. She has been known to switch between fancy-free and sinister as many as 60 times per hour. Skittles owns a cat named Hissyfit who accompanies her almost everywhere, unless it is off on its own causing confusion and mass hysteria.

HISTORY: She is a second generation Mordorian -- her parents were Assigned in their youth, both for quoting Shakespeare. After some years they met in an elevator, fell in love, quoted Romeo and Juliet, and decided to get married. This was a foolish thing, since her mother was a psychologist and her father was one of those annoying child rearing experts. Skittles is the demented product of this unholy alliance.

Mr. and Mrs. MacFarlewyn have told Skittles from her earliest youth that she can be whatever she wants to be. Skittles would like to be a tall old oak tree, and there are in fact times when no one can convince her that she is not, and she will stand completely still with her arms outstretched until someone threatens her with an axe, at which time she will do them bodily harm.

How, you may be asking, does such a person become an Ambassador? Wouldn’t she, you may be wondering, be better suited as an assassin or something? Well, you may be right, and she did once kill a man just to watch him die, but her parents were influential members of the community and it was their dream to see Skittles become a high ranking official in the Mordorian government. They pulled strings, greased palms, blackmailed, and made death threats until they secured Skittles the attractive position of Diplomat. She has never been outside Mordor, but this is of little concern to them. Most people deal with her by trying to ignore her, and diverting her attention away from her job onto other things, like pretending she is a tall old oak tree. She can sometimes be convinced to play at diplomacy like it is a role, and since she has a relatively quick mind under her madness, this is not always disastrous.

Skittles, of course, believes that she is completely sane and it is everyone else who is crazy. There is no known medication that has any affect on her -- besides producing a third mood swing and you never, ever want to go there. Trust me.

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MORDOR

Lhunardawen's character

NAME: Maikaelwen

AGE: 19

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A pacifist through and through, she will have none but words and stern looks. In very desperate times, though, she can wield a disarming smile. This she had never used before, and hopes she will never have to.

APPEARANCE: Definitely older than her age. She is a mere 5'2" but appears an inch taller with her ramrod-straight back. She has long, thick dark hair reaching her mid-back that she constantly keeps in a bun so tight she should not be able to move her eyebrows (yet she can), using two ebony chopsticks. She has a pasty white complexion that quickly turns red upon exposure to heat, and for that reason she always keeps a safe distance between her and Roggie. She wears nothing but black and white.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is strong-willed and can get more than a little biting, but she is not entirely unlikeable - if one does his or her best. She is very capable of keeping her emotions at bay, and would have nothing to do with boys, men, whatever they call themselves, other than in a professional level. Or so she thinks.

HISTORY: Born in Gondor to parents who are hopelessly devoid of creativity, Maikaelwen had practically been whisked off to Mordor the moment they came up with the unimaginative nickname for her, by virtue of its commonness. And so another Maika was added to Mordorian population.

But Maika would not let her early assignment go to waste. Quickly learning the ropes of living in the Dark Land, she ranted and glared and raised-eyebrow her way to where she is now. Yet despite loving her life in Mordor, somewhere inside her lies a quiet desire to go back to the place of her birth, and it only needs something to awaken it.

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MORDOR

Hookbill the Goomba's character

NAME: Smilog

AGE: 690

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Axe, knife, helm.

APPEARANCE: A short and rather fat fellow with grey hair and a bright red beard. His eyes are small and shifty, with green pupils. He wears a dark blue tunic over which is a large (maybe too large) black coat buttoned with green buttons. He wears blue boots and a short helm. He has a red face and a grumpy look about him.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Miserable. That’s what most people would say. He grumbles a lot, when not staring into space with a look of anger and regret plastered all over him. He gets angry quickly and tends to have a "Don't touch me" attitude. Only attribute being an unusual intelligence for a dwarf and an unhealthy obsession with anything that goes faster than a horse.

HISTORY: Avoided being assigned to Mordor the first time around by the skin of his teeth. By that, I mean, he hid in a barrel. In his youth he had been rather unpopular and has since taken to a life of being solitary. He only became an advisor to Roggie because no one else would take him on. His parents are said to be 'disappointed'.

Smilog is not well liked, in fact, even the other advisers treat him with contempt, but this he has brought very much on himself, being rude, callas, incredibly short tempered and not a little foolish.

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CAMEOS


Celuien's character

NAME: Panakeia

AGE: 50

RACE: Human, from Harad

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: None, really. Great powers of persuasion. Implied threat of bringing the wrath of the Grand Anakronist upon those who cross her, though she has never said such a thing to anyone.

APPEARANCE: Panakeia formerly had bleached blonde hair and overly heavy makeup. Since meeting the Grand Anakronist, however, she has allowed it to return to its natural light brown (streaked with a few gray hairs, to Panakeia's great consternation) shade. Dark blue eyes. She has toned down her makeup as well, though she still tends to wear some. Jewelry remains fairly elaborate, as do her clothes, which are now less garish than they are obviously chic and pricey.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Strengths: Panakeia regained her conscience in ATM I, so she is reasonable nice. Pragmatic, intelligent. Weaknesses: Vanity is still her Achilles Heel. Short-tempered. Demanding at times.

HISTORY: (Mostly copied shamelessly from ATM I) Panakeia was born to a poor family from the borders of Harad upon whom the curse of the Anakronism Dweomer sat heavily, like a lump of gravy on a slice of day-old turkey. Fortunately for them, this particular corner of Middle-earth was far from the ears and eyes of those who enforced the Laws of Gondor which outlawed the use of Anakronisms (or any laws at all, for that matter), so it made little difference to the young Panakeia, who grew up discussing Britney Spears and marketing tactics with her two siblings as if such terms were completely normal for Middle-earth in the Fourth Age.

By Panakeia’s 10th birthday, her family’s fortunes mysteriously changed and they found themselves in possession of a large estate. She grew into a surprisingly attractive young woman with high principles, and by 18 she was the belle of the Harad area. It was also about this time that she discovered the reason for her family’s rags-to-riches story: in a locked attic, Panakeia stumbled on a box of pamphlets advertising cheap garden spot lots. Unfortunately, a quick glance at the map included with the ads would have told anyone who had even a passing acquaintance with geography that the so-called garden spot was located smack in the middle of the Dead Marshes. Worse yet, there was evidence for many other schemes run by her family over the years. Panakeia was horrified and vowed never to join the family business, insisting that there was no offer that they could possibly make her that she would not be able to refuse.

But Fate was working against Panakeia. Shortly afterwards, retribution came upon her family in the form of disgruntled investors from the land scheme. These investors burned her home to the ground, forcing her to flee into the wilderness. In the confusion, she became separated from her relatives, none of whom she would see again. Poor Panakeia wandered in the wild for days, lost and starving. Finally, she located an old potato field, clawed a raw tuber from the earth with her fingernails and devoured it. With a cry to the setting sun of “I’ll never be hungry again,” Panakeia decided to wreak her revenge on those who had ended her fairy-tale existence by restarting her family’s old schemes. After all, if people were foolish enough to fall for her scams, they deserved whatever came to them, didn’t they? She then headed out on the road, selling various health and beauty potions of dubious quality from a roadside stand. Over the years, she became accustomed to her lifestyle and completely forgot her early idealism.

In time, her travels took her to the heart of Gondor itself. Unaware of (or perhaps indifferent to) the banning of Anakronisms, she set up her stand on the road to Minas Tirith and called out “Panakeia’s Beauty Cream! Guaranteed to give you J Lo’s youthful glow, or your money back!” She only had time to make two sales before being whisked off to Mordor by the Anakronism Police.

One year ago, Panakeia was selected as a member of the Grand Anakronist's Offending Party and given a chance to leave Mordor. She completed all tests required to gain her freedom, but chose to remain in Mordor due to a sudden romance with the Grand Anakronist. Since then, she has been involved in a courtship with Anakron, (anakronistically referred to as dating). While quite happy with him, she is annoyed that he has not yet proposed the all-important state of marriage, despite her constant hints that she is ready and eager for such a step, especially given that she is about to turn 51. For that reason, she has started following Anakron on all of his journeys through Mordor, even those for official business, despite the fact that political subjects cause her endless ennui. That is how Panakeia, despite not being politically inclined, arrived at the diplomatic proceedings.

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littlemanpoet's character


NAME: Anakron Istkon Vayor

AGE: 51

RACE: Umbarian

GENDER: male

WEAPONS : none. except for the Anakron Staff

APPEARANCE: Tall, black robed, austere, high forehead, a black wide-brimmed hat, long white hair, narrow, beardless face. Holds the Anakron Staff, which is made of black metal, and bears the insignia of the Grand Anakronist, a stylized representation of a Siamese Cat, known however to morph into Sylvester.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Austere, authoritative, rhetorical expert, formal. Given the right circumstances, will break out into a doggerel chattering, dancing buffoon in vaudeville style (part of the Anakronism Dweomer).

HISTORY: Elempi of Umbar grew up as a model child in a wealthy (but not ruling) family, was trained from early as a scholar in history, language, and philosophy. He taught in the Academy of Umbar for twenty years until he was handpicked by the retiring Grand Anakronist to replace him. He was given the Anakron Staff, which creates nothing, but directs the latent effects of the Anakronism Dweomer. Has recently developed a fondness for Panakeia, one of the former Offending Party.

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Eomer of the Rohirrim's character

NAME: Aimé.

AGE: 22.

RACE: Man of Rohan.

GENDER: Male.

WEAPONS: The ability to run away very quickly; a sword (mostly for show); a crossbow; and a high-pitched shriek.

APPEARANCE: Aimé is a little over six feet tall and is thin. He tends to wear shabby clothes: jackets, cloaks. At times, this looks quite fetching in an 'outsider' kind of way. Most of the time, though, he just looks like a mess. He has flowing hair which appears to change colour depending on which way he turns: here dark brown, here golden, here sepia. He has deep blue eyes and an entirely lazy demeanour. He appears sedated most of the time. He has also acquired a black top hat, which he wears nearly all the time.

PERSONALITY: Selfish; cowardly; cynical; uninterested in most other people. But that's on the inside. To other eyes, Aimé appears exceedingly charming. When in the mood, he can be extremely unlikeable to those who get close to him, and this mood takes him often.

STRENGTHS: The ability to make himself appear far more interesting and desirable than he actually is.

WEAKNESSES: Beautiful piano music can reduce him to a weeping wreck. There's also the huge discomfort he gets from simply being around other people. And sharp things like axes, swords and teeth through the skin. Aimé's quite the bleeder.

HISTORY: Aimé was assigned to Mordor a few years previously (by his as-yet-unidentified nemesys), and has grown used to it. He has been sighted far more frequently in recent times: often stealing through the harsh wilderness of the land, or indeed up to who-knows-what in the dark Mordorian nightlife.

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Feanor of the Peredhil's character


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