Name: Feanor Sicilian
Alias: The Snow Crystal
Nationality: Eldarin
Race: Elf
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Build:normal
Hair/Eyes: Deep Dark. Turn into slight blue with white as base color whenever he saw a full moon
Class: Archer
Personality: Cherish and fun Feanor made a good relation to other. Loyal and good at keeping secret make him the most ideal character to befriend with. Sometimes quick tempered, Feanor speak his thought and never hesitate to tell his feeling straightly. Too open minded that he can’t control what he said, this habit sometimes seems shocking for those who didn’t used with Feanor.
History: Born as a twin made Feanor despised by elfs around him. As a well known and a common tradition, the villagers sacrifice his big brother to encounter bad luck. Unfortunately, the curse applied to both Feanor and his brother. Feanor’s parents manage to safe Feanor in a crisis. The curse turned his dark hair and eyes into light blue whenever his body came in contact with the full moon’s ray.
Ability: Able to talk with plants and animals. little known about alchemy.
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EON SPIRIT CHARACTER :
Name: Onikami Argentemp
Alias: The Roadmaster
Nationality: None known, though thought to be connected to Rivendell
Race: Half Elven
Age: 67
Gender: Male
Build: Somewhat of a crude combination of an elves litheness, but with a humans strength and endurance.
Hair: Mid length black, tied to a short ponytail.
Eyes: Icy Blue
Class: Ranger
Abilities or Skills: Other than diminished elven traits, his mind can act as a compass and map, as he is able to find his way to any place of desire. This along with his overbearing skill in Marksmanship, and the able to precisly hit where-ever he wishes on his target, make him a formidable ally.
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(Minus the brown and add black, and tie into ponytail.)
Personality: Onikami, being an orphan had developed a self preservation type of attitude that allowed him to stay alive. Because he was raised by what he claims to have been magical wolves, his conception and parents are unknown, and thus he has somewhat of an anti-social problem, causing him to act like this for the most part of his life.
History: Being born to unknown parents, though obviously not pure elf, Onikami had been found on the road by a being similar to Huan, at about age 8, he was once again left, because the being figured it best that Onikami not discover what had raised him. Onikami grew up only knowing the skills in swordsmanship, and marksman, to keep himself alive. This along with the fact that he had a horrible habit of taking trinkets off of passing travelers, without them noticing. At age 30, where he had began puberty (Half elf would be earlier than elf, but later than man.) he decided to take the role of the roadmaster. Where he would escort and aid travelers, as long as they could pay him in some way shape or form. Because of this, he has readopted his human side of nature, and relative gruffness. He has become talk of wonders in small towns, along with the source of rumours in bigger cities. He currently is travelling along the road near Rivendell in hopes for work.
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RAZAN CHARACTER :
Name: Arther Jivoid
Alias: Arc
Race: Human
Nation: Mirkwood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Build: Not much, but enough for an archer.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Class: Archer
Abilities/Skills: Basic alchemy and archery.
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Personality: Calm and warm in the same character. Compassionate with others and spiteful in other times, Arc’s personality was not easy to guess. His brilliant strategies make up to his weak physics and disability of using swords and other weapons except for arrows and bows. Behind his calm and patient personality, Arc kept his rage inside buried them and saved them little by little, waiting for the right moment to opened them.
History: Found and raised by an elf, Arc was an exception in Mirkwood. Learned from elf’s way, Arc’s archery skill is far above usual compared to normal human beings. When he reached ten, the elves tell him the truth about how they found him and ordered Arc to found his real parents. Blessed with his archery skill he roam through places in order to found the.
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MUTTSY CHARACTER :
Name: Abra Orkak
Alias: None as of yet, but she's not opposed to nicknames
Nationality: Moria
Race: Dwarf
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Build: Small and plump
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Grey-Blue
Class: Ranger
Abilities or Skills: She can hit people with her stick, I don't know what kind of fighting that is. Pretty fast for a dwarf, she can travel as fast and long as the rest of them and doesn't tire easily.
Appearance:
Complete with stick. But, she normally wears more clothes then that. Normal dwarf size, so I'm guessing about half the size of everybody.
Personality: Immature for her age, reckless, stubborn and foul tempered.
History: Grew up in the mines of Moria, a commoner who's only lot in life was to bear many, many dwarven children. She didn't much like it, but she was far to loyal to say or do otherwise. She was even betrothed before the drums started...
She learned to fight in those months, trying to save and protect her home, trying to stay alive. She learned to fight, but she learned the pain of lose. It was a loosing battle, so many gone and no hope left, it was too much. She heard the drums for the last time digging away at her escape, one of only a handful of dwarfs to flee out a mountain side tunnel before it collapsed, sealing away the rest of her people to their fate.
She hates herself for abandoning them, for being a coward.
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KEKE LE CAT CHARACTER 1 :
Name: Lissa Silverwind
Alias: Feather
Nationality: Mirkwood
Race: Elf
Age: 86 (keep in mind Arwen is over 2500 years old)
Gender: Female
Build: Light
Hair: Waist length golden blond
Eyes: Golden
Class: Druid
Abilities or Skills: Feather has a mild ability to read people, situations and can occasionally see into the future. The talent ever ran thin with the elves, and it is quite erratic. She has rapport with animals and is quite skilled with veterinary medicine.
Appearance: Feather most usually wears flowing white elven robes, she wears her hair down with tiny braids at her temples to keep her hair out of her face with white ribbons entwined in them. A golden belt circles her waist, and tiny golden hoops loop through her ears. For the journey to Rivendell she 'borrowed' her brother's green tunic with gold scroll work covering it, and a pair of his pants for ease of movement while traveling. She also nicked his soft thigh-high green Ranger's boots, and desperately hopes he doesn't notice.
She often weaves flowers into crowns, or tucks them into her braids.
Personality: Her fellow elves would describe her as innocent and sheltered, easily distracted, extremely cheerful, flighty and mostly undependable.
She is sweet and unpretentious, she doesn't really understand people or what motivates them; and so she usually ignores them for the much better company of her trees and her animal companions.
History: Feather lives with her parents in their treetop home in Mirkwood forest. She isn't much of a scholar, and so to be perfectly honest, she isn't really much of a druid. She spends much of her time out of doors, tending the forest and helping injured animals.
Her father began calling her his little Featherhead when she was very young and first demonstrated an inability to keep up with conversation. (She flits from topic to topic like a butterfly from flower to flower.) Soon after the other children picked it up and began taunting her with it, so she adopted it as a badge of honor, and now only answers to Feather.
Feather isn't really your typical elf in that she is open to new concepts, has no real understanding of their history and accepts people for who they are, not where they came from. Her teachers long ago grew weary of trying to teach her much of anything, and so she has ran mostly wild, is uncultured and mostly unaccomplished (by elven standards.)
She can however, much to her credit, play the harp very well and can sooth even the wildest beast with her gentle music and soft voice.
She has never been out of Mirkwood forest, and finds the world to be intimidating.
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KEKE LE CAT CHARACTER 2:
Name: Aginor
Alias: Feather calls him Agi but if you try it he may bite you
Nationality: Mirkwood
Race: Giant Spider
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Build: He's fist sized, kind of fat for a spider, I guess.
Hair: blue-black like a crow's wing
Eyes: Black - all 8 of them are.
Class: Bugger
Abilities or Skills: His fangs drip with Deadly Poison, what other skills do you expect a spider to have?
Appearance: He is roughly the size of Feather's fist, and grumpy. He is completely black and his short, spiky hair glimmers blue-black in the sunlight. Aginor's eight eyes reflect light in multicolored hues. His inch long fangs hook under his lower jaw and occasionally drip neon green poison.
Personality: He loves to complain, he always thinks he is getting the short end of the stick, glass half empty sort of fellow. He is basically Feather's polar opposite.
History: He hatched alone deep in Mirkwood's forest. He has no real idea what happened to his parents or his siblings, though as all spiders do he was born with the remembrance of his mother and his mother's mother and so on and so forth back to the first dawning.
Feather found him soon after hatching and took pity on him. Strictly speaking Giant Spiders are evil creatures, but Feather couldn't let the poor little thing starve and his fangs were too tiny to pierce her skin on that first day. Looking back, he is glad that he didn't deliver the death bite he had meant to. While she is terribly enthusiastic about, well, basically everything, she has turned out to be a rather good companion.
He is constantly trying to drill into her a sense of self preservation and a healthy suspicion of ... everyone. So far she has demonstrated an utter lack of intelligence but he still has hopes for her even though she is a stinky old humanoid.
Needless to say the other elves simply do not understand the relationship and Feather has been forced to keep Aginor hidden, telling everyone she had released him where she found him. He usually remains hidden in her satchel and only comes out when they are alone.
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QOORL CHARACTER :
Name: Valhurst
Alias:
Nationality: Man
Age: 32
Gender: Mayl
Build: Average
Hair: brown and thin
Eyes: brown
Class: Chemist (if it'll work) Uses a variety of herbs, powders, and unguents to achieve a variety of effects, with no real magic.
Abilities or Skills: Valhurst can perform some healing, using various herbs and mixtures. Set bones, treat poisons, cauterize or sterilize wounds, that sort of thing. He can also make a few minor mixtures to do things such as cause sleep, hold off fatigue, slow metabolism, etc. He's semi handy with a knife, and has a bit of a knack with Fireworks that he has studied ways to make them more versatile than simple entertainment.
Appearance: The one on the right duh.
Personality: Valhurst secretly wants to be a wizard. He's studied the right stuff, even practiced under the right people. But it just takes too damned long, and Valhurst is not a patient man. Though he isn't cruel or uncaring, he can not stand to wait. And so he left off studying with the wizards to try and find some source of magic on his own. He knows a fair bit, and it makes him a little cocky at times. He's absolutely sure that his beliefs are right.
History: Valhurst grew up in a Edoras in Rohan. He had every opportunity to persue any path his wished. Except the path of sorcery. And so when he was old enough he set out to find wizards and learn from them. And learn he did. Though not what he was hoping for. He learned that they were not entirely human, and that he could not be like them. He was furious that his dreams were dashed but did not give up hope. He would find a way to become like them, or surpass them. From Radagast the Brown, he learned of the animals, and of anatomy, from Gandalf he learned the secrets of fireworks, and gunpowder, and from Saruman he learned a great deal, many herbal mixtures and concoctions. It was with Saruman that he felt he made the greatest headway but then he learned some things of his Teacher that he was very uncomfortable with. In the dead of the night, he fled Isengard. He had gained a great deal of knowledge and in many circles he could pass himself off as a wizard, especially to those who were not particularly bright or educated. Still he plans to search all of Middle-Earth, intent on finding a way to rise above the Istari.
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THE EDITOR CHARACTER :
Name: Arlen Traynan.
Alias: Art.
Race: Human.
Nation: Gondor.
Age: 32.
Gender: Male.
Build: Medium height, light frame. Nowhere near elven, but slim as humans go.
Hair: Short, straight, black and untidy.
Eyes: Grey, slightly narrowed.
Class: Archer.
Abilities/Skills: Archery and survival.
Appearance: Lightly tanned and thin faced. Small nose, thin lips, but a strong jaw. Wears a ragged white shirt and brown leather waistcoat, a pair of black trousers, sturdy brown leather boots and frayed grey woolen fingerless gloves. The only weapons he carries are a black wooden bow, a brown cloth quiver and a short iron knife, all from the armory at Minrimmon.
Personality: Practical and indifferent, he's more concerned with survival than anything else. Not the best of companions, but you could do a lot worse.
History: Just another soldier sent to war. He started life as a baker's son, learned to use a bow, and got drafted into the army of Gondor. He was part of a small scouting force until he went to look around the area and came back to find his companions dead. Since then he's been wandering around for some time, and now he's at Rivendell.
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