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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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All players will need to fill this out:
Character Description Form NAME: AGE: RACE: GENDER: WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): APPEARANCE: PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): HISTORY: -------------------- FIRST POSTS ARE REQUIRED FOR THIS GAME BY THE PROPOSER Note from Crystal Heart: All players will start at The White Horse Inn. They need to have their first posts at the inn. |
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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I'll open this thread tomorrow about 10 a.m. Pacific Time, U.S.
Until then, please read the proposal carefully and get ready to place your Character Description and First Post for the RPG on this Discussion thread. ~*~ Pio, game moderator DISCUSSION THREAD NOW OPEN FOR POSTING ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crystal Heart Your PM's are full. Please clear them out. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-04-2006 at 11:54 AM. |
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ABOVE ~*~ Pio
NAME: Edhener AGE: 25 GENDER: Male WEAPONS: One sword, being a gift from his elder brother. APPEARANCE: Tall, with shoulder-length light brown hair and keen grey eyes. He looks much younger than his real age. He sometimes has a vacant expression, that could make him seem unapproachable. PERSONALITY/ STRENGHTS/ WEAKNESSES : He prefers solittude and tends to mistrust people, but when he does become attached to someone, he shows unwavering loyalty to that person. He knows what to do in difficult sittuations and is quite good in battle. Still, he is slightly impulsive, and tends to do rash things when provoked. People who do not know him well, despise him, considering him arrogant and odd. HISTORY: He was born in a family of four others- three sisters and one brother- of which he was the youngest. He and his brother took part in the battle of Pelennor Fields, where his brother was killed, and he was wounded. He lives together with his parents and one of his sisters, the two others being married. He is courting a maiden renowned for her beauty, but for her pride also, and would do anything to win her. My first post: Edhener was standing in front of the White Horse inn, watching the setting sun. Evening was his favourite time. It was pleasant to watch the sinking sun, as it carressed the geen fields of Rohan, making them blush scarlet. Evening brought memories into his mind, memories which he cherished as if they were some wonderful things crafted with great devotion by his own hands. But even the memories could not make him forget the happenings from the last few days. And whenever he thought of them, his eyes flashed with anger. Where had he gone wrong to recieve such cold treatment? Was there anything he could do, in order to bring a twinkle of delight in the eyes that lately flashed with distaste at the sight of him? The thought of brave deeds sprung to his mind. He saw himself riding to meet a large army of enemies, or battling with all the fiends ever spawned in the world, untill he fell, worn out and wounded. Then he pictured himself being brought home in the arms of one of his companions, and he saw the proud disdainful eyes filled with tears of regret and concern... Edhener tried to still his fantasies. The war was long over. Gone were the beasts that brought terror and ruin into people's hearts, gone with them the chance of young men winning renown by fighting them. Unless the rumours were true, and then he might have a chance of proving his worth. But who would take him? True, he had friends that could reccomend him for his valour and his fighting skills, but too many people considered him odd and unfriendly, an unsuitable companion for any expedition. "I would prove them wrong, were they to give me a chance."he thought. "I would prove everyone wrong, including her" His head bowed with the burden of so many thoughts, Edhener turned his back to the darkening world and entered the inn. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-05-2006 at 05:13 PM. |
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Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat.....
Posts: 7,779
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Except for Crystal Heart and Hama who had already sent in their information, please put your Character Descriptions and your First Posts HERE on the Discussion Thread.
Don't send them to me. And don't send them to Crystal - she can see them here on the Discussion Thread and you can then edit them as needed. Thanks! ~*~ Pio, game mod |
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Wight
Join Date: Apr 2006
Posts: 126
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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ABOVE ~*~ Pio
NAME: Cordelia Smatherson AGE: 22 RACE: Human GENDER: Female WEAPONS (No magical, super-hero, mithril weapons. Just good solid Middle-earth weapons and armor only that is appropriate to the race of the character and the time period.): An old sword that was once her grandfathers that lays in its hilt at her hip. APPEARANCE: She has dark brown hair and light blue eyes. She can be typically found wearing a working dress, but since her best friend's father died she has only worn riding clothes because she goes to the Mayonette's estate. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: (No half-Elven characters. No mixed-type characters. No super-heroes. No assassins. No one all powerful, martial arts proficient, or having any magical traits. Just regular characters with normal abilities for their races only): She is lively, happy, and bright. She always tries to see the best in everyone and in every situation. However, she can be serious and she can fight without thought. She is more than willing to use her sword against someone. Strength: Sword fight - she was taught by her grandfather. Weakness: her innocence. HISTORY: Mayonette and Cordelia have been best friends since as long as both of them can remember. Her mother died at her birth and her father was always away. Her grandfather raised her and taught her everything that she knew. First post: She had gone to Mayonette's estate, but couldn't find her there. Now she was standing in front of the White Horse Inn, just contemplating on whether or not she should go in. She sighed deeply and decided to go in. Whether or not Mayonette was in there she was going in. She hadn't had a good drink in a while. Cordelia walked in and saw Mayonette sitting at the bar. She walked over to her and sat next to her without a word. "Why aren't you home protecting the homestead?" She asked her, knowing that she was going to get a look that stated simply: Back off Cordelia. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-05-2006 at 05:13 PM. |
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Energetic Essence
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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ABOVE ~*~ Pio
NAME: Léoflic AGE: 20 RACE: Human GENDER: Male WEAPONS: A Long Bow which he inherited from his mother and a Short Sword which he recieved as a gift from his best friend APPEARANCE: Sleek, brown hair with dark, deep set brown eyes. Riding clothes (black boots and pants with a dark green shirt under a black vest). His Short Sword is stuck in a black, leather sash and his Long Bow is slung over his right shoulder along with his quiver of bows. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Young, eager and bold. Very outspoken yet easy to trust. Very loyal and very protective. Quick to anger yet even quicker to laughter. Always ready to fight in defense to protect those he cares about. Strength - Fighting skills Weakness - His wanting to see the innocence in others. HISTORY: Only child born into a poor farming family. Father died when he was young and was raised by his mother. Mother died when he was about 13. He recieved her bow which she used to go hunting when she was young. Grew up with his best friend. -------------------- FIRST POST Léoflic looked out of the window across the wide plains of Rohan, thinking back on his past. His father had died in war when he was young. He doesn't even remember what he looked like. He was raised by his mother, the only family he had. She was caring and stern. He had a good life. Then that fateful day came when his mother fell deathly ill. He was only thirteen when it happened. He was standing by her bedside when she said "Léoflic. It is said that on the deathbed's of men, that they can see into the future and it is the case this time, yet I will not reveal to you what it is. Take my bow. You will need it and remember that I will always be with you." and with those final words, she passed out of Arda. As he looked on at the flowing plains, he remembered what happened after. He had no family left after his mother's death and was left to fend for himself. He remebered wandering the plains of Rohan when he met him, his best friend. They grew up together and did everything together. He put his hand to his Short Sword and thought back to the first gift he recieved from his best friend. He thought back to their parting. His friend wanted to become a Healer, like his father whereas Léoflic wanted to be a mercenary. It was silent farewell and as he thought back to it, a lonely tear slowly developped in his eye and slid down the side of his cheek. "It's time I stopped dwelling on the past and continued with my life," he thought to himself. "This is for you mother," and he turned his head away from the slowly sinking sun. Last edited by piosenniel; 05-05-2006 at 05:14 PM. |
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ~*~ Pio
Witch_Queen's character NAME: Thomas AGE: 23 RACE: Human GENDER: Male WEAPONS: An old sword and spear his father had given him before leaving to fight in The War of the Ring. APPEARANCE: He has what appears to be the making of a beard which seems to be a slight bit darker than his shoulder length sandy color hair. Thomas has a scar on his left cheek which only seems to make his appearance that much more pleasing to the eyes. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Thomas is young and like all young people is naïve to the world before him. He’s kind-hearted and doesn’t hold a grudge against anyone. He feels life’s too short to go around mad at anyone. Thomas is easy to get along with and cares deeply about his family and friends. HISTORY: After Thomas’ father left him and his brother to fight in the War of the Ring, Thomas forced himself to grow up quickly. Thomas grew up without his mother in his life. All he ever knew was that he was lucky to still be alive. His father had always told him that his mother died during child birth and Thomas was his miracle child. Thomas’ dream is to one day join the Rohirrim and fight along side the great General Hama. So for the past few years Thomas has been training to improve his sword and spear skills. Thomas’ brother had always taunted him for being the youngest, but Thomas only used the taunting to grow stronger. -------------------- Witch_Queen's post Thomas was shocked when he heard the news. He looked at his brother, "You mean the Mayonette that we grew up with. How could this happen?" Thomas' brother shrugged his shoulders. He only knew what he was told. "Maybe I can catch her over at her house." His brother looked at Thomas suspiciously. "Tommy I doubt you'll catch her there. I've been told she's going to the White Horse Inn. If you leave now you might be able to see how she is doing." Thomas stood up from his kitchen table. Mayonette had always been a good friend of his when they were little. Thomas went to his room to grab his sword and spear. He some how had a feeling that the spear may come in handy...eventually. "Joe I'm taking Chianna and going to the Inn. Maybe I can find out some more information there." Thomas went out the side door of his little home only to walk straight into the stables. When he decided to build his home he wanted his horse as close to him as possible. So having the stables right out the side door was his best idea at the time. He walked over to his horse, slowly stroking her mane. "Chianna, its time for a nice walk. You can't stay shut-up in this old stable all day can you..." He placed his fathers old leather saddle on the giant animal. Chianna was a beautiful creature, her coat shined in the sun. She was a nutmeg brown and Chianna was Thomas' best friend besides his brother. Thomas mounted his horse and proceeded to the White Horse Inn. All he cared about was making sure his friend was alright. If help was needed he knew he would gladly offer his services.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz..... Last edited by piosenniel; 05-07-2006 at 02:34 AM. |
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Shade of Carn Dûm
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PLACED ON PROPOSAL ~*~ Pio
The Sixth Wizard's character NAME: Garnae AGE: 21 RACE: Human GENDER: Male Rider of Rohan WEAPONS : Spear, sword, anything else a Rider of Rohan might own. A horse named Creon. May access Rohirrim weaponry if in need. APPEARANCE: Blonde, like most Rohaners. Rather tall and lanky. Garnae wears general Rider's armour, before that only owning a farmer's outfit. His eyes are very, very dark, this, being rare, is a striking feature. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Garnae doesn't like big strengthy jobs, preferring the spear and bow. He's quite smart, and willing to help others. He is slow to anger and peaceful. Living out on the farm has made Garnae skilled in archery and tracking. He is a mite eccentric, and finds it hard to make friends, but those who see past his wierd outer layer find him loyal and hardworking, a good friend. His motto is 'make the most of all resources'. HISTORY: Garnae was born in Edoras very distantly related to the royal lineage. He is an only child. When he was three the War of the Ring took place, and his entire family was murdered by Uruks apart from his father and grandfather. At 16 he started a farm with money lent to him by Conwe, his grandfather. Since then he has become rather poor, with his land being bought at ridiculously low prices by Sandrina's Uncle Samuel. Garnae joined the Riders of Rohan in need of money, at the urging of his father Creon, after whom his horse is named. He is at present 21 years old and unmarried, unless he can pick up a lass in this RPG of course! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The Sixth Wizard's post "Ah, an Inn ahead," said Garnae as he rode deftly upon the horse, Creon. He had finally finished his training as a Rider, perhaps now he could earn enough money for his family. Anyway, this was a time for celebration. Although he had passed the training through unorthodox methods, defeating opponents with wit and smarts instead of brute force, it was over and he could relax for the first time in a long while. The constant urging of Sandrina Hitherford's greedy Uncle Sam had reminded him that his farm was going broke, and that there were no other buyers. There was really nothing for it; sell the land to him (much of which had already been sold), or join the Riders. Garnae was sure Sandrina's uncle was assisting in the mysterious demise of his farmland. Cattle went missing, the stream was dirty and crops grew poorly. One day as he ploughed the fields he found a handful of salt, perhaps dropped by a treacherous hand as it fallowed the earth. As much as he tried though, Garnae couldn't ever find Sam or an accomplice at this game, so he could never get him put to justice. It was a hard life on his farm. But all that might change now that he was a Rider of the Riddermark. Crops could be resown. Watches could be placed on his land, and the nasty character caught. Hopefully life would be good. Garnae brushed his hand through his blonde hair sighing. The White Horse Inn . Time to put his spirit at ease with a good dose of ale. Garnae didn't drink much, not having many friends. As he entered the wooden door, tying up Creon at the door who whistled annoyedly, he spied a young woman at a table with some other people. As if driven by fate, he sat next to her... __________________________________________________ _____________ Seeing as this has been edited a couple of times by me, hopefully I've snipped off all the loose ends. ~*~*~*~*~*~The Sixth Wizard ~*~*~*~*~*~ Last edited by The Sixth Wizard; 05-08-2006 at 06:06 PM. |
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