The Fellowship of The Ring. (Closed).

Name (Alias):


Age:


Race:


Appearance(No anime and keep it medieval themed):


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Strengths:





Weaknesses:


Likes:


Dislikes:





Short Biography:





Followers(villains only):


Other:

Name : Lalaith


Age: 179


Race: Half Elf, Half Human


Appearance:





//Sorry, I used a drawling, but it isn't anime. It's realistic.//


Weapons:








Strengths:


Kind


Compassionate


Understanding


Fast


Flexible


Light Footed


Heightened Senses


Clever





Weaknesses:


Trust Issues


Guarded


Physically, Not Incredibly Strong


Daydreams A Lot


Terrible Sense of Direction


Bad At Fighting More Then One Enemy


Hot Headed


Likes:


Fruit


Blades


Animals


Anything Cute


Kindness


Being a Hero


Dislikes:


Stupidity


Arrogance


Bows(Because She Can't Shoot)


Groups(But She Deals With Them)


Cruelty


Evil


Short Biography:


Her father was an Elf, Caranthir, and her mother, Helen, was a Human. He was from Rivendell while her mother lived on a small farm outside of Bree. Her father fell in love with her mother and was going to take her back to Rivendell but on the way to fetch her he was attacked by goblins and killed. Lalaith's mother still traveled to Rivendell at the request of Elrond who knew she was pregnant. She grew up in Rivendell and was very happy, but her mother died when she still considered young by the other elves and it saddened Lalaith to know she would outlive any mortal she grew close to. After her mother died, Lalaith decided to travel Middle Earth. She met some Humans that she traveled with and considered friends but they tricked her and robbed her of all her things, including a necklace her mother had given her. She has returned to Rivendell for the time being.

Name (Alias):


Alda


Age:


130


Race:


elf


Appearance(No anime and keep it medieval themed):





Weapons:











A small pack of herbes and other medical supplies





Strengths:


Kind


Compassionate


Calm


Cheerful


Light footed


Stealthy


Smart


Knows healing techniques


Knows how to handle a blade and slingshot


Weaknesses:


She isn't very good at most fighting.


Children


Cant fight more then one opponent in hand to hand unless lucky.


Likes:


sweets


Helping


Bladez


Games


Playing


Singing


Children


Drawing


Testing fate


Dislikes:


Bullies


Close ranged fighting


Cruelty


Evil


Orcs


Short Biography:


Alda grew up in Riverdale under the care of her uncle Ampa. Her parents had been killed in an ambush when she was only ten years old. Her uncle not by blood but relation took her in afterwards. He was a healer and tried to pass his skills to his niece and found she took to it quickly. At 55 she became a full fledged healer. When she was 65 she went to Bree to help heal some others and on the way back was ambushed. Thanks to her guides she servived but after that vowed to learn to defend herself. Though she found she was not very good at Most fighting styles she was excellent at handling daggers.


Followers(villains only):


Other:

Name (Alias): Kerrigan





Age: 29





Race:Human


Appearance:





Weapons:


Woodsman axe











Horn of rohan





Strengths:

• Strong
  
• Brave
  
• Inspiring
  
• Vicious with her axe
  
• Surprisingly good singer
  
• Quick thinking
  
• Protective
  

Weaknesses:

• Coarse
  
• Not well educated
  
• Uncomfortable around elves
  
• heavy drinker
  
• No use at range
  

Likes:

• Drinking
  
• Fighting
  
• Family
  
• Elves
  
• Forest
  
• War stories and legends
  
• Horses
  

Dislikes:

• Smart asses
  
• Wildmen
  
• Sexism
  
• Orcs
  

Short Biography:


Once just a peasant daughter of a lumber jack in one of Rohans villages, not much was expected of her just help out in the lumbermill find someone to marry and have kids. That was all she though she wanted as well, of course she grew up of tales of heroes and monsters and fantasiesed bing one as any child would but she knew were reality lay. That was until a horde of wildmen came up upn the hills and threatened to raid her village. A call was help was made but troops were too far to be of help in time and they had few worriors. As danger came something in kerrigan snapped grabbing her father woodcutting and inspiring the town to form a militia and held of the wildmen until the cavalry arrived. She was held a local hero and was send to Edoras, there she was made a shieldmaiden by the king along with the king's neice and given a proper armor and swords. She still kept her axe though as her weapon and despite initial doubts proved a capable warrior and rider. Rumor has it she has become close to the prince during her time after her knighting. Soon though things change a darkness loomed over rohan and Kerrigan seems to have her part to play and the side she takes is not set in stone


Followers(villains only): N/A... Yet...(queue suspense music!)





Other:

Name (Alias): Salaser





Age: 37





Race: Rhun Human


Appearance(No anime and keep it medieval themed):








Weapons:


Initial:











Later





Strengths:

• Capable Archer
  
• Acrobatic capable with parkour when incumbered
  
• Stealth specialist
  
• Skilled with knives
  
• Popular leader
  

Weaknesses:

• Arrogant
  
• Works better alone then in a group
  
• Less capable fighter in full regalia than his sneaking suit
  
• Barely working knowledge of the common tongue
  

Likes:

• Wine
  
• Acrobatics
  
• Fighting
  
• Lute playing
  

Dislikes:

• Gondor
  
• Full on battles
  
• Saurons hold over the easterings
  

Short Biography: Son of an easterling chief leading a nomadic tribe in the rhun steppes with a long history of worship of Sauron and training of assassins for hire used within the various nations in ruin. With the founding of the rings, Salaser, as one of the most skilled assassins, was tasked to the Ring's return and the assassination of those who handled it. Along with him the rest of the tribe were called to mordor as part of the messing of saron's forces, however Salaser soon found that his tribes-mates were not used to the best of their ability.


Followers(villains only): A couple hundred easterling solders





Other:Has various poison viles he uses for both his arrows and daggers.

Name (Alias):


Telchar


Age:


150


Race:


Dwarf (Durin's Folk)


Appearance:





Weapons: Two handed axe (Shown in picture above)


Strengths:

• Fights better when drunk
  
• Master smith
  
• Rather fast(for a dwarf)
  
• Very strong
  
• Strong willed
  
• Can read Khuzul(the language of the Dwarves)
  

Weaknesses:

• Doesn't use his head(expect for headbutting)
  
• Reckless
  
• Fights everything when drunk
  
• Can't fight at range
  
• Hates running away
  
• Can't read the human tongue
  
• Would sell his soul for gold.
  
• No sense of direction
  

Likes:

• Drinking
  
• Women
  
• Gold
  
• Weaponry
  
• Dwarfs
  
• Stories of old
  
• Fighting
  
• Drunken brawls
  
• The smell of a smelter
  
• Dancing.
  

Dislikes:

• Waiting
  
• Orcs
  
• broken weapons
  
• not well maintained weaponry
  
• Elves
  

Short Biography:


He was born in the blue mountains to a family of smiths, he father was a smith his forefathers were all smiths descended of the great smith Telchar in which he was named after. Telchar followed in his families tradition and learned smiting and at a very fast rate he was known throughout he dwarven kingdom as a master smith one of the best for the last many years. Most would be happy with this life being renowned as a master smith was a grand title but not Telchar, no he grew bored of that life and joined up with the guards of the blue mountains who taught him how to fight. He preferred that life and stuck to it for thirty years. At aged fifty he grew bored of the guards life and quit, seemingly out of the blue he packed up everything and left he wanted to go adventuring. He ended up in the realm of Gondor when he was know threw the land as the drunken boxer a man unmatched in drunken brawling. He also went back to black smithing to pay for his drinks and once again he earned the title of master smith this time among the humans so when trouble started brewing the dwarfs knew right where to find Telchar.


Other:

Telchar and Kerrigan are going to get along very well.

ThatGuyWithSouvlaki said:

Telchar and Kerrigan are going to get along very well.

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Drinking buddies.

Name: Tésól the Violet


Age: 441


Race: Wizard


Appereance:


Weapons:


Weapons:


Staff Elvish sword (named SoulStealer)


Strengths: Is kind and is almost always in a good mood. He has vast experience with elemental magic.


Weaknesses: The youngest Wizard so he makes a lot of mistakes and can be fooled easily. He was cursed with a weak spot to the side of his neck, which he covers with padding. He also has a strong attachment to those close to him.


Likes: Is fond of pies and enjoys a nice rain, he also has a deep desire to protect those who are good of heart.


Dislikes: He hates traveling underground.


Bio: The youngest of all the Wizards in Middle-earth, Telor is strong yet not very experienced. He has lived most of his life in the Shire, finding the peace to be nice but all of that is about to change...


(How's that for a bio?)

Name: Celegóst Randír, son of Ecthelion of the Fountain and Riánon the Dauntless


Age: 6475, born F.A. 457


Race: Noldorian elf, of Turgon's house


Appearance:


Celegóst is a male elf of average size, standing 6'2" and weighing 185 lbs. His hair is a dark stone-like gray, and his eyes are as green as Yavanna's leaves.


Clothing:


He wears the armor of Lindon, its previous splendor faded and deteriorated with the passage of time. The gold has faded to a dirty bronze and the silver to a weary gray. He wears no helmet and bears no shield but keeps himself covered in an old tattered brown cloak.


Personality: Celegóst has seen much in his life, and so tends toward a dour, serious mood. However, when his mood lightens, he is a hearty laugher and a cheerful companion, if perhaps blunt and ungraceful in his speech. He enjoys the company of others of like mood, and will sometimes seek such companions out, regardless of race, gender, or creed.


To such as call him friend, Celegóst is fiercely loyal. He will leap headfirst into battle with no regard for personal safety if he believes it necessary, and can oftentimes allow his recklessness to outweigh good council and advice. He loves the life of a warrior, and while he may not be as socially savvy as other Eldar, his battle prowess is generally known and his presence therefore generally tolerated.


Biography: Born to Ecthelion of the Fountain in Gondolin but a few years before its fall, Celegóst grew up on the road under his mother Riánon. He matured quickly by necessity, as one of few males left in his household and its head, becoming strong and skilled in battle. At the mouth of the Sirion he met Gil-galad, hidden High King of the Noldor, and became his squire. Celegóst served Gil-galad for centuries through times of uncertainly and war and helped the king establish his realm in Lindon after the War of Wrath. When Annatar, later revealed to be Sauron, came to the Elves with knowledge and gifts, Celegóst advised support and understanding, aiding Celebrimbor against Gil-galad's wishes in his labor of ring-making. But as history tells, Sauron betrayed the Elves by creating his own Ring. Celegóst, angry and shamed at being deceived into aiding the enemy, though his part in the doing was less than others', vowed to wage war against Sauron until he was defeated. So when Gil-galad and Elendil of the Dunedin in time formed the Last Alliance, Celegóst was first to join them.


After Gil-galad's death in the Siege of Barad-dûr, Celegóst found himself aimless, for his friend was dead, as was (to all knowledge) the object of his vengeance. So he wandered the North, aiding Arnor against the rising kingdom of Angmar as best he could, but life had become aimless to him, for he felt purposeless. Once Angmar was overthrown, Celegóst's thoughts began to turn towards the Sea, and to the West. He abides in the Grey Havens, traveling to Rivendell on occasion to reminisce.


Weapons:


Celegóst wields a hand and a half sword, Andúnë. It was taken from his father when he died and kept for Celegóst until he was old enough to wield it. Any light that reflects off its blade shines back a deep orange in color, as if it were light from the setting sun.





He also bears a short sword on his hip of Sylvan make: Dúath.





Strengths:


- Skilled swordsman


- Passable woodsman (hunting, tracking, etc.)


- Sailing


- Some minor healing skill


Weaknesses:


- Little to no social grace


- Thanks to his wandering nature, little in the way of contacts or friends


- Prone to dour and unhappy moods


- Has trouble holding sustained conversion in Westron due to never taking the time to actively learn it


Other:


Inventory:


- Water skin


- a week's rations (dried fruit, cheeses, etc.)


- trapping and skinning equipment


- 25 feet of rope

Finished up Selesar,

Name (Alias):


Erathain


Age:


74


Race:


Human (Dunedain)


Appearance(No anime and keep it medieval themed):


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Weapons:


A standard longsword, sharp and deadly. But with no noteworthy features. It can break easily if heated. (Seen above).


A sturdy wooden shield, can withstand a moderate amount of force; But with enough force, it can be shattered.


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Two deadly throwing axes. Able to puncture heavy armor. One on each side of Erathain's waist.


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Strengths:


A master wielder of the sword and shield.


Incredibly strong, and durable.


Very fit, able to run and fight for very long periods of time.


Is a natural leader, able to think up plans in mere moments.


Has both ranged and melee combat means.


Has several pouches of a chemical mixture which can set his sword aflame. Often used by the Dunedain against Ringwraiths.


Weaknesses:


Completely blind in one eye, crippling his vision and offering adversaries an advantage in combat.


Is quite weak-willed. The Ring will seriously corrupt him.


Isn't very agile, or dexterous.


Struggles sleeping, usually changing his mood and weakening his combat prowess.


Has a knack for doing the wrong things. (Think Pippin in Moria).





Likes:


Friendly people.


Killing Sauron's forces.


Sharing battle tactics with others.


Staring into camp fires, imagining.


Lush green forests.





Dislikes:


Recklessness.


Violent people.


Servants of Sauron.


Cold temperatures.


Being injured.





Short Biography:


Erathain initially lived a good life. The village he had residence in was prosperous, well-removed from bandits, and safe from local wildlife. It wasn't until the rumors started, that the illusion of safety was shattered. More and more people began to leave their homes, packing as much as they could carry to get away from the village he had grown up in. Alas, it was too late. The servants of Sauron, stirred within the mountains. And in hordes they descended upon his village, the streets littered with bodies. His mothers sobs and frantic running soon faltered, when the arrow pierced her chest, causing her to fall atop Erathrain, who was but a child-now covered in his mothers own blood.


He remained their for days, unmoving beneath the lifeless corpse of his mother. It wasn't until he heard human voiced that he stirred. And in his plight, a group of rangers took him in, either out of pity or sympathy. They trained him in the art of swordsmanship, they honed hos body for strength and durability, attempted to train his speed-yet he never was very fast. So to compliment his combat style, they trained him with shield and armor, instead, which was rare for a ranger.


Eventually the days came when he was well beyond training. For years he did his duty as a ranger, but more and more of his old comrades began to get 'lost' on scouting missions. Or 'go missing' in the mountain passes. Although he was instructed not to, he left in search of them-a move that cost him an eye-yet that is a story for another time. Shamed and disgraced at the tragedy. He fled the rangers, not daring to return, instead starting a simple life as a woodsman. It wasn't until he saw the two shining gold figures approaching him that everything changed. Elves. They had come to take him to Rivendell, he-he!-had been summoned to Rivendell. But he knew Lord Elrond likely knew of the event that lost him an eye, and summoned him for that reason alone.





Followers(villains only): N/A


Other: Erathain is a descendant of Elros, First King of Numenor.

Name: Elwise Brandybuck


Age: 50


Race: Hobbit


Weapons: None


Strengths:

• Motherly
  
• Forgiving
  
• Resolute
  
• Great Cook
  
• Values the home
  
• Green Thumb
  

Weaknesses:

• Fussy, Naggy
  
• Has never fought in all her life aside from whapping the neighborhood lads over the head after some cruel prank or other
  
• She's lived a life of rural hardship, and is unaccustomed to being tolerant towards trouble
  
• Nitpicky
  
• Can't abide foolishness
  

Likes: She loves a spot of tea in the morning, the fresh smell of flowers, and the laughter of merrymaking down at the tavern. Country jigs and bright colors, polite children, and idle time to knit were all she ever wanted out of life.


Dislikes: Trouble, disagreements, wasting time.


Short Biography:


Elwise was raised in the Shire, away from the rest of civilization. There's little remarkable about her, as Elwise has taken on the habits of her people with little exception. She likes to talk about clear facts, and practical knowledge. She has a beautiful garden in her backyard, splaying grapes and fruit trees, and took up the role of the village baker ere long.


Elwise has not lived a life entirely devoid of tragedy, howbeit. She was to be wed at the young age of twenty to a handsome young man that she loved dearly. Tragically, he choked on his supper the week before the wedding, and was found dead. Elwise has never raised her eyes to wed another, saying that that man, that Baldon, was her one love and her only love. She would rather care for the children than pine for his body to see life again, and thinks of him every day.


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I like her especially if she is ring bearer. Takes the unlikely hero thing to a new level.

Name: Blanco Labingi


Age: 55


Race: Hobbit


Appearance: “That is my dear younger sister, Tilda Fay, to my left.”





Weapon:

Name: Lorca (Do orcs have last names?)


Age: 123


Racerc


Appearance:


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Weapons:


A spear with the scarf of a human lord he killed many years ago.


Strength:


At night he can run faster and quieter.


Weaknesses:


When the sun is out he is at his weakest.


Likes:


1) Dwarf Blood


2) The screams of humans.


3) Nighttime, Darkness


Dislikes:


1) Elves


2) Daylight, Brightness


3) Wizards


Short Biography: He was known as the weakest oec ever when he was young. So one night after he was beaten by higher orcs, he picked up an old vented spear and took them all down. Since that day he is the most feared out of the orcs.


Followers: The orc armies of the west and most of the south.


Other:


His Warg he rides)


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@Archangel Galdrael Could it be that my character got deleted? I cannot seem to find it here

DramonFire said:

@Archangel Galdrael Could it be that my character got deleted? I cannot seem to find it here

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Ugh, I'm sorry about that! He was just to inconsistent with Middle Earth's lore, I'm sure I tagged you and told you as much... One again, sorry!

@Archangel Galdrael No problem, however seeing that the RP has already started I'll just leave you guys to it

TheWretchedEgg said:

@Archangel Galdrael Mr. Fluffs, has Blanco me Hobbit me accepted, sir?

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...Mr Fluffs? really?! Grrrr! And yes you're hobbit is accepted! For now.