New Website Character Biographies

[DM_Kev]

Our new website is now well into development and we are planning to add a lot of new site content, to make it more than just a link to the forums, but also as a point of reference for the community.

We hope to provide easy to follow information on how to join us, links to all downloads, rules, gallery, character biographies and many of the archives of the community, along with reviews, interviews and past awards we have recieved.

As you can tell in the title, this post is about part of this content, Character Biographies.

We are looking for players who can help us make the new site even better by providing us with biographies of their character. If you know someone who doesn't frequent here often, get them to help us! All biographies are welcome, provided they follow this guide. If you dont follow it, your biography wont be published!

- You can write a maximum of 400 words!

- The biography must be true (has happened ingame)

- The biography is not a story! Its a NARRATIVE* review of the characters persona and notable deeds. What race is your character? Is it a he or a she? Who does he/she serve? What goes through this characters mind? Anything interesting we should know?

- Check your spelling, punctuation and grammar to the best of your ability please.

- Provide a small picture link (about the size of a forum avatar) of the character which we can use. Make sure it looks reasonable and doesnt have any ingame feedback on it.

- Post your biography and picture link in this thread

* When we say narrative we mean something like "Bob is a well known hand of sauron. For many years has he carried out the wishes of his dark masters, gaining much favour in the black lands." - Continue in this style, telling people about that character, as if they were reading a huge book about the people of middle earth.

[DM_Kev]

Come on!

[ghost81]

Lolinus Balix – A dwarf with a cause.

Loud, boisterous and drunk are three words that describe Lolinus quite well – on one level but there is much more than that to this Dwarven warrior.

Having lost his whole family and clan to Smaug the Dragon, he now travels the world battling evil in all its forms to prevent others from losing their own people.

He nurses an extreme hatred for all of dragonkind, but is a kind hearted soul in reality. Possibly due to the loss of his own family he has become a kind of father figure to an ‘adopted’ family of waifs and strays. Most notably the mute Shan Rift, and the woodsy druid Vylenthra. For this extended family of his he will put his life on the line without question – time and time again.

When drunk he is loud and oft times obnoxious, when sober he can be distant and down. However when faced with a fight for those he cares for he comes to life, and battles on come what may.

Lolinus is not an easy dwarf to miss. He carries a distinctive shield, which in reality is one of the tables he has stolen from his favourite pub – The Cracked Anvil in Esgaroth. He also wears the yellow and black armour of clan Balix – which he salvaged from the remains of his village.

More recently he has been disturbed by goings on in the world, particularly with the seeming rise of power in Mordor. To this end he has sworn to travel back to Erebor sometime in the near future and to speak to Dain about raising and organising the clans. Or at least those that are frequent travellers in the outside world. He hopes to be aided in this by his good friend Veld Fellstone.

[SNarfel]

A well travelled hobbit and close friend of Gregoire, rarely will you see them apart. Frain is famous in the lands around Tharbad for his cooking and his appetite and love of food. Usually carries all cooking supplies on his person at the cost of what others would consider essential supplies, but he thinks of as luxuries. Has a soft spot for good looking ladies, but until recently has never had much luck with the fair sex. It is now a reasonably well known fact that he is in some sort of relationship with a warrior lass by the name of Kira Det although it would seem that no one has ever seen them together.

Frain is known to have at least one living relative, that being Grandpa Hairylobes, to whom he ascribes his interest in magic, lore and all things learned. Every now and again Frain will share some of his Grandpa’s wisdom with his close companions. Frain considers Vinduil and Argon as his closest friends after Gregoire and is godfather to Argons daughter, of whom he is very fond and protective.

Frain will go out of his way to resolve most differences peaceably, by nature he is a very trusting individual and on occasion this has been taken advantage of. However don't take this soft spoken and kind hearted hobbit for a push over, if he or those close to him are threatened he will take action, at times to the point of foolishness as evidenced by the number of times Gregoire has had to heal what would otherwise be death threatening wounds. He has in the past taken part in the defence of Gondor and Rivendell and actively assists all those who endeavour to protect the free peoples of Middle Earth.

[Argon Balros]

Argon Balros the 2nd & Narya Balros

This grizeled man in the latter half of his life, grew up on a farm and took over its running at a very young age when his farther went off to earn a better living as a warrior.
but when his farther was slane whilst on a mission for master elrond Argon Balros the 2nd took it upon himself to avenge his farthers death eventualy after much hard work and determination he acomplished this task, still at a young age barely even into manhood he had become a very adept warrior, over the following years he acomplished many great deeds and gained much renown for them and his prowess with what some would say is his true love in life the longsword.

Whilst leading a force encamped in dunharrow he met a sheild maiden by the name of Loralai soon a daughter was on the way, she was called narya whitch in elvish means fiery, to match her fiery red hair and the fiery temper she would most likely inherit from her farther.
But on the night of Naryas birth the encampment was attacked by haradrim, the haradrim over heard about the birth of a daughter to Argon and sort to use his new found weakness against him.
so Argon moved his new family to the only place he could be sure of there safety silversword castle.
Narya grew up under the tutalidge of both her mother and her farther as well as the great cleric of ulmo and leader of the silverswords Avayln to become a paladin of ulmo and frain hairylobes leader of the arcaneists to gain an uderstanding of proper food preperation.

Recently Argon gained yet another child, a son by the name of Ivan.

[Guyror]

Jonalin Willenner

Jonalin is the son of a successful Spice merchant from Esgaroth, Willenner and Sons have been providing the town for many generations with exotic and high class goods. Wanting to branch out into the wider world Jonalin decided to set up a small office in Tharbad, which is where he can be found some of the time.

Having been born and brought up amongst the merchant class of Esgaroth he has a high opinion of himself and takes a lot of care about his appearance. He could be described by many as a dandy or fop, but he is in fact cruel and manipulative and has little care for others. From an early age Jonalin took an interest into the subtle manipulation of other people bodies and minds, he was able to get the best tutors money could buy and soon he managed to wield a few tricks that helped him greatly in his business ventures. Since then he has trained and studied hard to improve his knowledge and power base. During his early studies he was approached by a Nazgul and encouraged to aid the Dark Lord in his plans, which seeing the pain that would have been wrought upon him, he quickly agreed to follow.

As time has progressed Jonalin has shown an aptitude towards his studies and has grown to enjoy the subtle hand of power. And greatly enjoys to see others suffer or turn upon there friends, he has been known to play jokes upon people which are greatly amusing to many who see, but not the person concerned.

Jonalin has had some impact upon the world as a whole, being the mastermind behind a few schemes, most notably the destruction of a dwarven mine and fuelling bad feeling between the people of his old town of Esgaroth and the dwarves of Erebor. He is often seen travelling the lands with a few companions, most notable of who are Khaev, Alyssandra, Khazalador and the Urrurz-Sum.

Jonalin himself is a dealer in information and has a few people mainly Khief and Min helping him spy upon others so that he can use what he finds, either to his own benefit or to sow seeds of dissent amongst others. Jonalin is probably best know for his exceptional crafting and skills as a merchant, as he is sought across the lands for the masterwork items he can obtain at a price.

After many years Jonalin is now a powerful hand of Sauron and has some respect amongst the dark lord’s forces. However he still manages to retain his façade as an innocent merchant spread benign influences amongst the free.

[Guyror]

Gloisin Chanvil

Gloisin is a typical dwarf at first glances, gruff abrupt and sometimes down right rude. However once you get to know him you realise that there is more to this person that first impressions show, he enjoys solitude at times, rarely drinks and often speaks the blunt truth. He is simple of mind but pure of heart and will aid any that call him.

Gloisin was born and brought up in the Halls of the Lonely Mountain amongst the Dwarves of Durin’s folk. His mother or Mother Chanvil, runs a bakery providing the highest quality pies and pastries to the dwarves of Erebor. Such pies are known across the lands as being delicacies for dwarves, with a crust of the finest dwarven pastry, filled with meat of all manners and cooked to last for months. However to others the best comment he has heard is that they make good bricks, but not much else.

Gloisin spent most of his early years travelling the Iron Hills learning the crafts and trades of a farmer and woodsman, or hunting for game for his mother pies. However as time progressed Gloisin felt the need to venture forth and aid all those in need. So he left his home and travelled to the west and south.

During his travels Gloisin did many deeds to aid the free, defending Gondor from a marauding army, driving forces of the dark lord away from Dunharrow and delving into the depths of the earth to search for lost artefacts. However at no point did he forget his roots and was always looking for a tasty morsel for his mum’s pies.

Gloisin’s true nature has rarely been seen however after an incident in Edoras where a family of kittens were left homeless and in need, he has never been allowed to forget the soft spot he had for the poor creatures. Especially since one of the kittens went missing later that day.

Gloisin often travels with his brothers Veld and Lolinus, but has also been seen many times with his ‘duid’ friends of Vyl and Arathai. Vinduil the bard has also been known to travel with him, but most of the time he is followed by good natured comments about his singing.

[clone number 3]

Gregoire Althan

Axe master and close friend of the Hobbit, Frain Hairylobes, Gregoire has wandered the lands for many years.
Born in Minas Tirith, Gregoire was taken to Bree by his mother as a child, to escape an unnamed danger. His father remained behind and Gregoire has not seen, nor heard of him since.

After his mother passed away, Gregoire fell into the company of his dearest friend Frain, who has taken the big man under his wing and taught him much of the world. The other great source of wisdom in Gregoire’s life, are the teachings of his dearly departed “Ma”, that seem to involve warnings against the theft of pies and the wrestling of pigs.

Gregoire is warm and friendly to his close friends, but also very shy and naïve at times, especially around strangers. When it comes to making difficult decisions, he will more often than not follow the path taken by Frain.

His mighty strength and loyalty make him a welcome travelling companion, though his huge appetite and near constant stomach rumbles are not always as appreciated.
Aside from Frain, Gregoire counts Argon and Vinduil amongst his closest friends and can often be heard complaining about “Spell chuckers”, which have been the bane of the big man on more than one occasion.

[kobe]

A run-away child, Amithiewiel was born and raised in the great elven village of Rivendell.

Her love of nature and compassion for the life of animals began when a small wolf pup came into her life. She named the wolf Abelas and for many years they grew up together facing the (what seemed to her at the time) impossible teachings of the elf lords. Unable to let her life wither away behind closed doors, Amithiewiel escaped Rivendell with Abelas close behind.

Her friendliness and sense of peace have gifted her with many friends, all of whom call her Ami for short. With no other purpose in the world but to act as a mother-figure for all living things, Ami would venture anywhere to spread her vision of a beautiful paradise where everyone could be free.

[Silverleaf]

Valen De'Vir the 2nd

While only a young elf, Valen's parents were killed during an Olog Hai assault in Fanghorn Forest, including the famous paladin of Varda, Valen De'Vir the 1st.

Valen spent most of his youth learning the ways of survival, never staying in one spot and always travelling alone, except for the few exceptional animals that provided friendship and warmth. The next 80 years were grim for Valen. Laying low mostly in the Misty Mountains and Eregion, he never quite well fit into civilization.

It was one such time that Valen met a band of starving dwarves who were carrying with them a wounded wolf pup. Thinking that the dwarves were going to eat the poor wolf, Valen stepped into their camp with his blades ready. He tried communicating to the dwarves, but it was difficult, as their accents were thick and the common language was not very well known to Valen. After some time though, Valen made an agreement to the dwarves to exchange food for the pup. It was then that the infamous "Slurpy McHaggis" was made Valen De'Vir's animal companion.

The pup's wounds healed, and it continued to grow into a powerful wolf. Together, Slurpy and Valen accidently found their way into Rivendell. Valen entered the city of the Sindar with a proud, excited, nervous and frightened step. It was not long before he made fast friends with several of the elves there. Lord Elrond was equally pleased with Valen's natural talent as a ranger, and found not only his tracking skills remarkable, but the traps he could lay for orcs before they even got close to Rivendell was very useful indeed. Valen was given high awards for his achievements, and took upon Manwe as his god.

Finding that the orc raids increased, and that without properly military tactics Rivendell would be in danger, Valen created the society known as the "Oaken Rangers." These elite rangers were the very best of Rivendell, protecting it without even the outside world knowing of their existence. And with Valen De'Vir the 2nd as the leader, all seemed well.

It was then that Valen decided to travel to the outside world. He made his way on the Great East Road to Bree, and later south to Tharbad and beyond. He met many companions ... and enemies. Valen grew a name for himself as a hero of the Free. He travelled to the very deep dark of Khazad-Dum, battled orcs and barbarians in epic numbers, and saved little Tommy's cat from certain death from the fires of the Tharbad smithy's forge. Valen become stronger than ever, but the price of this was high.

Owing to the lack of civilisation he grew up with, Valen became too uncharismatic for any party of adventurers. He was quiet, a little bit rebelious, and often walked minutes ahead of the rest of the group. It was then that he returned to the wild to regroup his senses.

Noone knows where he is, all that is known is that he left after an arguement with his priest friend Teclis in Eregion. Noone is sure if he is still alive, or how he survived the assassins from Eregion. All that is known is a lonesome elf ranger was sighted near Bree recently and stomped down on the local goblins with a mighty fist. Perhaps the famous, and infamous, Valen De'Vir has returned, with a pure soul and a pure heart, or perhaps he has come again to seek out those who harmed him. One thing is certain though. If Valen De'Vir has returned unto the lands of Middle-Earth, many changes will happen...

[DM_Aule]

I'd just like to take this chance to remind people that bios are meant to be character descriptions and events that really happened -- in-game.

[morez]

one question before i will start to write:
what means "really happened"? i wouldnt only write what really happened "on-screen" but should have to introduce the background story of my char before he started to adventure, before i saw him on the screen. Yushmar's backgroundstory is significant to all later happenigs. (A haradrim in exile) That should be explained though i never saw him on the screen in harad (cause there is really no harad at present:P). Was this a misunderstanding or shall i really not mention that background of my character?
Please give me some clarifacation!:rolling: :confused:

[ghost81]

From this from Kev:

'- The biography must be true (has happened ingame)

- The biography is not a story! Its a NARRATIVE* review of the characters persona and notable deeds. What race is your character? Is it a he or a she? Who does he/she serve? What goes through this characters mind? Anything interesting we should know?'

I would say that yes you can include a basic background - but the Bio shouldn'tt just be the story of your characters past, but aslo of his present. Some details as to how they got there would, I believe, be fine. But the Bio's need to include in game stuff and where they're going next and why as (I guess) it then makes them as useful as the 'Whats happening in the world thread' for the DM's to use in future events.

Also to my mind it can be more interesting reading if you read a bio and think - 'Yeah, I was there, I saw that!'.

[Argon Balros]

everything in my bio happened in game except it was UTT1 is that ok

[DM_Aule]

Aye, most bios so far are fine.. It's just that Silverleaf's struck me as a bit of a piece of fiction rather than reality..

[morez]

thank you :) that's how i had imaginated..
well.. after writing 3 semester works in two weeks i became tired to write know :) - not only Yushmar is spending his time in the library :E
but i hope soon i will get that couraged to write my bio in ENGLISH :P and try to avoid most language mistakes....

[Silverleaf]

Heh. Sorry about that. My bad. The last 3 paragraphs are true though. *goes to edit.*

[Avalyn]

Old One Eye stepped back onto the grounds of Middle Earth and smiled, it had been many years since he had been here. The first task was to regain his former skills and power.

It began when he met a trio of warriors, a sharp tongued warrior, another female - a quiet assasin, and a slightly... strange priest. After time, another came, a cold killer who fought with agility rather than strength.

In time, this small group grew in power and was soon known for their exploits, however, all things do not last eternally, and each one disappeared, except Old One Eye.

It was after an encounter with some strange creatures seemingly from another time, Old One Eye felt weak from his constant battle. He slipped away from sight, and came back much later, to find his body almost ruined, it took much, but finally he was pleased to find himself once more gaining the power he sought.

Others began to notice too, not all of them admiring. Now followed by a larger group, Old One Eye is seen as a threat to many arrogant warriors amongst the dark lands, and many seek to put a stop to this threat...

They will not find it so easy...

Now, as time passes, many seek power, and they are drawn to Old One Eye like moths to a flame. The first person to follow Old One Eye is his nephew, sadly affected by the heriditary curse more so than Old One Eye. After this came a huge Orc, who follows nameless after Old One Eye. Added to this group came two females, a young woman with...certain skills, hidden from all eyes except Old One Eyes. Also can a quiet young healer, almost without speech, who follows wherever they go. After time, another orc came along, a towering orc who sought to ...mate with the healer. Old One Eye soon took control of this and showed the orc true power, and from that day the orc followed where Old One Eye lead.

The Nameless Orc

Without name, the Orc wandered aimlessly, when hungry, ate, and when thirsty, drank. This was all the orcs life was, yet, due to the fact that he was an orc, he soon learned to avoid certain places, yet, there are some places very few return from. It happened that one day, the Orc has stumbled into the lands of Lorien, and was soon caught by a small group of their archers.

They advanced on him, set to kill him, when Old One Eye sprang at them from hiding, His sword arm, fueled by his extreme hatred of Elvish Archers in particular, almost destroyed them entirely. The Orc, looking in awe at Old One Eye said only one word "Boss!". Old One Eye looked at the orc, and allowed him to follow, soon teaching him who were his enemies, and how to crush them. The Orc learnt these lessons of death well, for that was the area where orcs were best suited to.

Now, following Old One Eye into combat wherever he goes, the Orc has quickly grown in strength, able to crush many of his masters enemies easily.

http://gallery.silverswords.co.uk/Images/OldOneEye.jpg
http://gallery.silverswords.co.uk/Images/Bodyguards.jpg
http://gallery.silverswords.co.uk/Images/TheBlademaster.jpg

[Samir]

Samir Hall

Samir was born near the village of Bree. He spent most of his
youth in a farm, doing various menial tasks necessary to keep
the farm going.

Perhaps best known for his dislike of weapons - although he
has been seen wielding a quarterstaff - apparent lack of armour
and quick feet. Never a master of quick speech, he usually
let's other people talk although there have been exceptions.

In the early days he was probably too curious to find out
what was behind the next tree, in the next cave or what a
shiny yellow disc does. More than once he was seen dragging
himself half-dead back to Bree or Tharbad.

He's been seen travelling far and wide with various individuals,
helping people in high places and those less fortunate in life.
Rumour has that some of these travels have taken him into
the bowels of the earth, even further down than where the Endless
Stair in Moria goes. Other rumor has that on one occasion they've
been to the Black Land, but that is too preposterous to be true.

Something has happened to him of late, as he has begun to wear
a hood. Why - no one seems to know.

Pic (http://kotisivu.dnainternet.net/jonipentti/samir_hall.jpg)

[DM_Kev]

Samir is the only one who has provided a picture!

Can all who posted please give us a picture below. Olorin has been quite specific to me about this - they need to be good quality, showing clearly (at least)the upper body and head. Make the character face slightly to the right or left of the shot, NOT head on. There should be NO feedback in the background. (Magic effects, numbers, auras, or the HUD pannels.)

To ensure you dont get any of the HUD panels in, hit H, to get a full screen for the screenshot, then hit print screen.

[Argon Balros]

i emailed you a couple of pics earlier kev

[DM_Kev]

Shiryu's pics - Pick the one you prefer, Olorin (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn.html)

[Argon Balros]

the bottom one

[Silverleaf]

Valen De'Vir the 2nd, Ranger of Manwe, Son of Valen the 1st, Paladin of Manwe

Valen De'Vir started his career in the quiet village of Bree. Seeking fame, adventure, and a lust for knowledge of the outside world, it was not surprising that he soon received a name for himself as the Elf ranger with an iron fist for smashing the local goblin tribes with the mighty wolf Slurpy McHaggis by his side.

Although known to many mighty warriors such as Tyrion Alethas, Argon Balros and Samir Hall, Valen was always a lonesome ranger, and often walked several meters ahead of a group. But for those that were considered his ‘friends’ were given his utmost loyalty. Together with his close friends Glogin Ironfoundersson, Yushmar, Teclis Alethas and Lancole, Valen battled the evils that plagued Middle-Earth.

As the enemies of Sauron seemed to decrease, and his orc rival has not been seen in the Free areas for many months, Valen slowly laid his weapons to rest. His lust for battling Olog Hai that killed his parents when he was just a young Elf seemed to wear off. Valen decided to fight one last time. There were rumours of Black Numenoreans gathering under a sorcerer in the Eregion area. With help from many warriors, spell casters and priests alike he accepted the challenge to investigate for his Lord Elrond.

There was an argument however. Valen started an argument with Teclis Alethas. None dare speak of the tragedy that separated the two friends, and none knew what it was that started the argument. Rumors spread of Valen's lack of trust and uncharismatic rebellious behavior. It was the last time Valen was seen in Middle-Earth...

As the years past, so did the name of Valen De'Vir become lost to history. The famous, (and infamous) Elf ranger with the mighty wolf Slurpy McHaggis was forgotten to the ages of time. But the lifespan of Elves are that of epic proportions, and Valen was soon to return...

Recent rumors from Harry of Bree speak of a shadow that stalks goblins in the night, secretly protecting the village with his ever-keen eyes. For the first time in a long time the village of Bree had no fear of potential raids. For those who had once known Valen, sparks of memory returned, and ridiculous commoner talk of Valen's return to Middle-Earth flew from city to city. But rumors are not always false. Perhaps the ranger will return some day to restore himself to civilization. But rumors are rumors, and no one is sure if they are true or not...


Picture #1 (http://www.freewebs.com/bigfatfro/pic1.jpg)

Picture #2 (http://www.freewebs.com/bigfatfro/pic2.jpg)

[Silverleaf]

Ok, the links to the pics always open up the current page I am in. I have no idea why. Here's the official link you can copy and paste if you have the same problem as me.


www.freewebs.com/bigfatfro/pic1.jpg

www.freewebs.com/bigfatfro/pic2.jpg

[Guyror]

At last a picture or two to add to Jonalin and Gloisin. If only I could put them here.

http://tmp.lithitux.org/Gloisin.jpg

http://tmp.lithitux.org/Jonalin.jpg

Hurrah!

:D

[ghost81]

Zacharias

This well spoken young man has recently started travelling the world. His accent doesn't give away where he comes from and he is almost unfailingly polite.

Travelling in the company of his uncle, the henchman, the servant and the ladies he aids there endeavours with his magics.

However all is not as it seems, at times a change comes over him, his eyes unfocus and he communes with a voice only he can hear. Once this happens there is no telling what will happen next - although he often tries to 'light things up' with the colours of his magics.

[SNarfel]

Kira Det, an opinionated female warrior, often seen in the company of her close friend Gabriella. Originates from north of the Ettenmoors, considers dwarfs rude, elfs full of themselves and is constantly watchful of the motives of men. Often speaks what is on her mind, considers trust an attribute needing to be earned not freely given. She has been noted to be hardy in cold climates and ruthless in battle. Is intolerant of poor leadership, especially from men, openly criticised the previous mayor of Tharbad.

[DM_Kev]

Pictures people, pictures.

[Trista]

Miss Trista Tanglefoot (http://www.daledavaz.com/utt2/trista.jpg), formerly of Trundle Hill, West Farthing (now resident at the Ivy Bush, Hobbiton), can be well-recommended for her keen hobbit’s skills in service to all brands of missions requiring mystery-solving and treasure-seeking.

She has rightly gained a fond regard amongst the residents of Bree as a retriever of pilfered harps, a finder of misplaced magical crystals, and a routine supporter of efforts to quell the neighboring land’s near-constant torment by goblins, hobgoblins, and trolls. Far more to her credit, officials in Tharbad tell that Miss Tanglefoot has joined rather large expeditions to the Icy North, as well as to Himling—once returning from the latter as a sole survivor (even if in VERY hasty retreat)!

She has notably aided those same Tharbad officials in recovering stolen weapons and tax revenues from lawless Dunlanders, publicly testified against orcish raiders to the city, and ably assisted in the rescue of a baby from near-certain death at the hands of a vicious 54-foot-tall troll (or so she swears) in the western farmlands. She is not unknown to Dunedain Rangers and Rivendell Elflords, having contributed to their interests in modest ways.

One might add that she has earned a local reputation for her unassuming nature and pleasant disposition—many have personally attested to her readiness to share from her seemingly bottomless pouch of butter biscuits, her frequent recounting of lengthy tales from a remarkably eventful hobbit childhood, and her most generous homespun advice offered to utter strangers and scant acquaintances. For those who prefer solemn, quiet, reflective travels, however, earsful of cotton puffs whilst in the lass’s company are heartily advised.

If weaknesses are to be noted, Miss Tanglefoot is oft-known to wander a bit further than prudent (without escort) in pursuit of wild mushrooms, and to frequently allow insufficient distance between her sling arm and her targets—bringing unfair peril on herself, usually at unfortunate inconvenience to her traveling companions. Most curiously, she seems to act as a woeful magnet for rather large eight-legged vermin—whether this is due to the tastier contents of her pack or some other supernatural cause, it should be considered more a liability than an asset.

In most other respects, those who know her best quickly vouch for her abilities and general wherewithall, most suitable to almost all manners of outings and adventures—those arising from various Shire controversies, and otherwise.

[DM_Aule]

A pleasure to read this.. :)

I really should get some of my own characters' bios written up. So much to do, so little time ;)

[DM_Kev]

IRC Log

<Elbereth> oh yes.. and as an addendum to the plan, annoy the hell out of Aule for not doing any work :)

:O

[DM_Olórin]

eeee... wimmin'!
drop ye reet innit evrytime.... :P

[morez]

Yûshmar, a tall and strong man from Harad, a warrior from the deep south, conspicuous by his loud orange tattoos scattered over his face and body that give him a very striking appearance additional to his - for northern people - strange skin colour anyhow.
In addition he always wears a orange robe in the colour of his lineage that - the one who know him best knows - seems to be the most important thing as he often is praying south to his most admiring ancestors.
Before he whole tragedy began, he was wandering around with his nomadian lineage members in large parts of harad regions and often we was spending his time in Umbar the city of the Corsairs and where his mother's lineage comes from. Finally his lineage started a rebellion in umbar against the black numenorians and all 'corrupted' Corsairs and Haradrim. But rebellion failed and he had to flee north without knowing of his lineage member's fate and the possibility to return inspite of attacking them again.
Now wandering around in the northern parts of middle earth to gain experience and strength but especially to gain the loyality of the leaders of the north and mighty warriors to be once able to return to Umbar and Harad for revenge and maybe to rescue his lineage member's if they are still alive. After much dangerous adventures he has got the favour of for instance Rivendell, Rohan, Erebor and even the White City and made also a lot of friends which stories are told elsewhere. He met humen (among them Shiryu, Argon, Samir, Richard and even Yazindee who first distrusts him like much who comes from the north too) dwarves (among them Dwilin, Glogin, Gloisin. and the famous Veld and Lolinus) and elves (among them Teclis, Weendooil - like he cant pronounce Vinduil - and Dregoth) to mention a couple of lot of warriors on which loyality he could count.
After hope becomes more, the latest events in his life werent that lucky and he was abandoned to his fate. The whole time in his northern exile - he never was able to return - he was very afraid of headhunters that could be sent after him. Once in Tharbad some of his enemies - including Akbar who will be mentioned later - made bad 'jokes' to him. They drugged him to let everybody think that he has done a murder in Tharbad. In front of the mayor he could flee and encountered Akbar - who was sent after him and which story will be told elsewhere - and won luckily. But still have to be diguised around Tharbad he starts to convince people and friends that he is innocent. Finally most trusted him including Shiryu and Samir that uncovered him in Rivendell. Shortly after that near Rivendell he encountered Akbar a second time - actually he thought that he killed him the last fight - and lost this duel in the woods (http://forums.wireplay.co.uk/showthread.php3?threadid=306112&perpage=25&pagenumber=2). Akbar - following a cruel ritual of his tribe - cut off his ("the traitor's") ear and stole his soul with his heart. His friends brought him to Lord Elrond but too late. Although Elrond could heal him temporarily, he lost his soul and his 'joie de vivre' and only can get back his former condition permanently if he will gets the favour of all Valar like Lord Elrond teached him - he never really believed that they are real; his ancestors had priority!
Now after studying the library he goes out for adventure to get Their favour - often he has to come back to Elrond to get heal again.
If he will find a way out of his dispairing situation and after his fate seems to be sealed will be still told...

((Please correct my English if you get the time:)))

Yûshmar'S portraiture:
portrait1 (http://www.morez.gmxhome.de/nwn/merp/yush1.jpg) portrait2 (http://www.morez.gmxhome.de/nwn/merp/yush2.jpg)

@Olorin: please contact me if you could need another pic or a better version as i erased the background :)

[DM_Olórin]

excellent pics matey. ill have to crop them for his portrait so youll probably only see his head and upper body...and ill add a deserty background

i sort your bio too.. damn good effort

[DM_Olórin]

OK ive edited it and it reads pretty well :).

Makes for a grand tale so it does. Youll see it when the site goes up

[DM_Kev]

We could really use some more off the evil gang. Urrurz, Khaev, Khaz, Alyssandra and more. If any of them are not willing to step forward, id appreciate anyone who can step up and write one for them, which a picture. But try and get them on here.

[Avalyn]

Bah, they are not so evil, they are goodie two shoes in comparison to Old One Eye! :P

[Argon Balros]

Waormor Of Rohan

This rider of rohan was sent with a message to deliver to Master Elrond of Rivendell, but was attacked by goblins near bree whilst still on his way to rivendell he survived but his horse was slain in the fight.

He is now recovering from his wounds in Bree, but he lacks the supplies for the long walk to Rivendell and the even longer walk back home.

[thromnombulax]

Cursing the accident of birth that made him the second son from the moment he was *able* to curse (and frequently heard to bemoan the missed opportunity of "strangling that cur whilst in our mother's womb", particularly when lost in his cup), Khazaldor soon became a cause of grief to his family. Initially weak of arm but extraordinarilly strong of mind and eye, he initiated many a prank to belittle his elder twin and heir to the family fortune, to such an extent that his mother began to dye a streak of hair in each of the twins to better identify them to the outside world. As the elder twin Kha-Khazaldor grew to maturity demonstrating a bond with wildlife and took up arms, the younger Khazaldor was apprenticed to a sorceror where he quickly developed a light-fingered approach to the Craft and a skill at appraising the value of pilfered goods. Selling the "borrowed" scrolls and potions to the local lowlives, Khazaldor rapidly learnt to disguise himself effectively and even though rather ugly learnt to bluff or persuade his way out of many a tight spot and into many a loose wench. Whilst associating with such lowlives, he also learnt the art of snare-making and killed many of his brothers' growing number of pet animals, until caught by his father, who he summarily slew with a poisoned knife. Stealing the family heirloom of an enchanted amulet, Khazaldor fled North and thus came into the service of Khamul at Dol Gulder, persued several months later by his elder brother seeking not so much revenge for the patricide as the return of the amulet to its rightful heir.
Posing variously as Paprik the Spice Merchant (in the early days of his arrival in the North West), Reagal of the Tharbad watch, Esuba, Ador of Ithilien, and Earnil, Khazaldor has risen steadily in the ranks of the Eye, associating with a variety of Mirkwood Orc, Scrill, Talisha, Wulfus, Cullkett, Necron, The Mighty Troll Urrurz-Sum and latterly Khaev, Gulnath and Alyssandra. He has taken Khief and Kang as apprentice, and his stealth and disguise skills have been made much use of by the Power he serves; infiltrating Ranger camps, "liberating" artifacts of use, and assassinating and discrediting key figures in the ranks of the Free. He has entered Rivendell to steal choice items from Elronds library, undetected, and dragged elf corpses from the Mirkwood to the borders of Rivendell, leaving stolen Dwarf axes in the corpses. He has entered Erebor and deposited Elf literature in secluded alcoves. Small, unrecognised acts such as these used to please him greatly.
In order to secure a "safe" place amongst his allies, he has for years upheld the custom of toasting each successful mission with a "Gathering Dark" , which he provides to his allies. The subtle but addictive poison contained in these drinks will cause at the least great suffering if ever his allies experience withdrawal, and to those with less fortitude may even cause death.
He has fed hungry travellers of the Free who stumbled upon his camp cooked and mildly poisoned elf livers, much to his satisfaction, but lately has needed much of his thought and effort to succeed in the ever more challenging open battles that rage fiercly in the Rauros and East Bight regions.

(how the hell do we post pics?)

[DM_Kev]

Upload the picture and post a link to it here

[Cullkett]

Urrurz-Sum is a hulking, stinking brute bred for one thing only..... battle!
Unlike mere Orc, Urrurz-Sum (some say driven by Saurons will, some say
driven by a desire for pain) is able to travel almost freely in sunlight to
fullfill its masters' desires.

First seen in southern Mirkwood butchering hobbits, elves, men, and fellow
orc (all with some not inconsiderable degree of passion), Urrurz was soon to
prove so usefull that it was with uncommon rapidity despatched to Isenguard
whereupon it rapidly rose in the ranks of the White Hand, culminating in it
being called upon to serve Saruman personally.

Initially entrusted to one of Khamul the ring wraiths more promising
servants "Necron", Urrurz served faithfully for many years as his
bodyguard, and fought alongside many of
Saurons finest.
It was during this time that Urrurz fought closely alongside
Kha-Khazaldor,Khaev, Vunak, Allysandra, Jonalin, Khazaldor and many
other notable
thralls to Mordor, since its erstwhile master Necron had fallen out of
favour with the Eye for lack of subtelty in his dealings with the Free.

Kheav rose in rank and gained much favour with the Nazgul. Seeing Necrons
failure to rise in the ranks as weakness, the Mighty Troll Urrurz-Sum left
the service of Necron
and rallied to the banner of Khaev, unapposed as the prime Hand of Sauron.

Of late, Urrurz has been seen in the forefront of the battles in the East
Blight, feasting with vigour on the brains of his vanquished foes.

[DM_Olórin]

most internet service providers that you pay for will provide you with a mew megs of webspace so as you can make yourself a webpage....

your isp should provide details of how to use/access this space. You can post pics there and post links to them here.... If you look at other peoples pics they are all hosted in different domains dependent upon who provides the space...

My point being that, unless i am ver much mistaken, these forums are not set up to post images at this time... :)

[morez]

i bet emails also could do its job!

@olorin: if the pic wouldnt be too small i'd like to see yûshmar's blade too (maybe crop directly at the ear to make a square)
but only you can see by building the new webpage how it fits best :)

[Luthianna]

Alyssandra - beautiful, charming, persuasive... helpful.

She had left the stagnant city of Minas Tirith quietly, the guards upon the watch that night carefully arranged. None spoke as her horse was led outside the gates, nor did she glance back as she rode towards South Ithilien and a man who had opened her eyes to the world.

Introduced by her father as a possible ‘suitor’ - purely intended as a method for increasing his own status - he had shown her places, and introduced her to people, she could only have previously dreamt of. It was under his tutelage that she began to use her charms to influence events around Gondor and persuade an anonymous few to her side, and that of Mordor.

Following these successes, she left heading north, aiding any who wished for freedom as she rode – a mercy she gladly granted, having been told of the horrors that would otherwise await them, should they not have received her… help.

Upon reaching Isengard, a task was already awaiting her – an Ithilien Ranger travelling north seeking aid for Gondor. Escorted by Khaev should their plans have turned sour, and followed by Talisha, Necron and Khazaldor, she travelled with the ranger, learning of his plans and the news he was to deliver. This first task served as an introduction to her henceforth common companions, more who she met on later missions.

Loyal to her companions, and above all to Khaev – though jealous should any other try to gain his affections – she waits for the day she may return ‘home’… to enlighten them all.

Freedom for the Free. Help to end your troubles…

...although, perhaps some know a slightly different story...


(http://tmp.lithitux.org/alyssandra.jpg and http://tmp.lithitux.org/alyssandra1.jpg)

[Avalyn]

It had been some time since the Master Playright extrodinaire had sung a song for the people, yet his mind sought out ways to entertain the masses in this time of troubles.

Villiam was an elvish bard of no small skill, terribly vain and rightly so, he was Villiam Shakesworde and a damn fine musician and writer if he did say so himself, Villiam also thought himself a bit of a ladies man until his eye fell on the Knight Jade Mordigan, who he instantly longed to be with, his endless quest to gain her as his own has still yet to be completed.

Refusing to participate in battle, favouring a lute rather than a weapon, Villiam was and is defenseless against all enemies, yet this does not seem to bother him as he walks the lands singing his melodies and telling his stories.

Following the success of his First and up to now Only Play to be performed, Villiam set his head into his writing, writing play after play, yet to be performed, just lying upon his desk. He had thought to go back into the world to once more entertain the people, yet he thought not to, his masterpiece play was still in production, and it was soon to be completed.

Taking small roles, such as once filling in for the Arena Master Mathas and then Just wandering, and playing a tune for those he met, Villiam was always active. His masterpiece was worked on relentlessly, until his mind could take no more, his masterpiece play was finished, now all that remained was to perform it, and it shall be performed soon.

[Argon Balros]

with Waormor Of Rohan i am writing in my journal the events of each day in detail, just starting day 3 when i do a few more days i'll post them as well

[Shiryu]

Shiryu, a Wandering Ranger of the North.


Real Name : Berethor
Current Age : 26
Born : Farming community in northern Anórien.
Family : All assumed dead.
Aligeance : Dúnedain (Men of the West) and Rivendell.



Shiryu walks the lands of the north, of the once great Kingdom of Arnor. Tought not a true

bloodline Dúnedain, he was quickly accepted among their ranks and is respected by all of their kin.

An humble, fearless, honorable and honest man, trained and raised as soldier Gondor in the White City, he now helps all men, hobbit, elf and dwarf he possibly can to the best of his abilities. This has made him not only popular among the people of the free (as well as gaining him many friends), but has also gained him attention from the underlings of Mordor.

The nameless once fixed his attention on him, when he grabbed one of the evil blades that exist in the realm. The battle for his soul was an extremly hard one, but the grace of an elf woman was decisive on its final outcome. He walks the lands now, untainted and truly free.

Only drinks water and Longbottom tea. Is extremly polite and well versed in the "art of talking". Prefers the wilderness to civilisation. Would prefer to sleep outdoors to any room on the realm.

In times of great trouble, he fights in a golden elf war platemail, gift of the house of Elrond for his many good deeds in the aid of the free people. He fights only when there is no other choice.

Has a reputation to be quite the ladie's man. A good way to get into trouble...


Shiryu portrait. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-shiryu-avat.jpg)
Shiryu sitting in the secret Dúnedain ranger camp. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-shiryu-sit.jpg)
Shiryu standing in the secret Dúnedain ranger camp. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-shiryu-stand.jpg)
Shiryu in a moment of peace before the war. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-shiryu-fullplate.jpg)

[Ptolomy]

Pictures in the mail :)

Vinduil was born in the Grey Havens of Mithlond in the 3267th year of the second age. His parents, Galdir and Elanath were of the Noldor people of Celebrimbor, the gwaith-i-mirdain or people of the jewelsmiths. They dwelt in Ost-in-Edhil in the valley of Eregion until the year 1697 of the second age when Anatar revealed himself as Sauron and destroyed that place of knowledge and craft forever.

Rescued by Elrond with the other survivors, Galdir and Elanath helped to found the new sanctuary of Rivendell. In 1700 they marched to war under Gil-galad when he and the Numenoreans of Tar-Minastir defeated Sauron giving the westlands peace for a many a year. Weary from these labours Galdir and Elanath settled by the gulf of Lhûn near Mithlond.

Within ten years of the capture of Sauron they were blessed first with a son, Vinduil, and then a daughter, Silidril. As they were both still too young to march with the alliance of Gil-galad and Elendil their young lives were spent in the long peace that the land of Lindon enjoyed at the beginning of the third age.

As the son of a people famous for their lore, Vinduil naturally became fascinated by the tales and heritage of his ancestors. Much of this knowledge he acquired from his parents and their fellow refugees from Eregion, the rest from the many other older elves of Mithlond. These elders included many who, like his parents, had witnessed the great events of the first and second ages firsthand and were now lingering at the Havens before their final journey to the uttermost west.

The treachery of Anatar that caused Vinduil’s folk so much suffering and loss has had a formative influence on him. He is fiercely dedicated to both to the rediscovery and preservation of his people’s lore and to the defence of elven lands, particularly Mithlond, Rivendell and Eregion. With this driving him,Vinduil can sometimes seem remote or difficult to get to know. However, he is always ready to help a stranger in trouble and, once his trust has been gained, shows himself to be a cheerful soul with a great love of song and music.

If he is not in Mithlond, Vinduil is most likely to be found helping keep the watch over Rivendell, particularly in the Misty mountains and in the ruins of Eregion itself. However, his fascination with ancient lore takes him on journeys throughout Middle Earth far from his beloved Havens in search of new discoveries and tales. On these wanderings Vinduil has travelled with elves, hobbits, men and dwarves and made many good friends amongst these companions. He has shared peaceful times and stood against the enemies of the free with Frain Hairylobes, Argon Balros, Gregoire Althan, the Alethas twins, Veld Fellstone, Lolinus Balix, Vylenthra, Samir Hall and Gloisin Chanvil to name a few who perhaps know him best.

[Argon Balros]

Waormor of Rohan
Waormor is a skilled rider and as such he and his prized steed Dreyfas were asked to deliver a letter to master Elrond, But tragedy struck when he was attacked by goblins in the lands of bree, luckily for him the sun began to rise and the goblins retreated back into the woods and whatever hole they called home, He had survived but sadly Dreyfas had not.
Waormor crawled to the village of bree, where his wounds were treated and spent several days recovering in a room in the prancing pony, the inn keeper told him of a bounty upon the very tribe of goblins that had took his steed from him, here was his chance for vengance but this time he would not be caught by suprise and he would be properly prepared.
Waormor spent serveral day doing tasks around the village so he could afford to properly equip himself, once he had bought some new armor, a fine Dwarven Axe and round sheild he set off for the south downs, the home of the goblins he sought many goblins died that day and vengance was at last his.
Whilst making the final preperations for his trip to rivendell he met a couple of squires to the Knights of Gondor, Nord and Ralomy. They were also headed for Rivendell, so they asked Waormor if he would like to travel with them, he agreed and they set off for Rivendell, on their way they met a distraut farmer, upon asking him what was wrong he told them of a band of hobgoblins up in the hills that had been terrorising him, he asked if the three would be willing tto help and they agreed. They set off into the hills and found the hobgoblins inhabiting some old ruins after slaying them all they brought back the head of the hobgoblins leader to the farmer, he was most pleased.
The rest of the journey to Rivendell was uneventfull and waormor delivered the letter to master Elrond.

But what now for the young Waormor of Rohan.





pics in the mail :)

[RichardW]

Richard Wensbane, the rider of the Mark

Born in Edoras, son of the Blacksmith Michael Wensbane and his wife Mary, Richard soon grew tired of following his father's steps. Being a skilled crafter, he was able to use that knowledge in battle, becoming a master of many weapons, such as the longsword, spear or bow.
At the age of 20 he was accepted into the Rohirrim guard, after recovering an important artifact for king Theoden in one of the most unforgetable missions of his life.

Most people say he can be described as a humble, loyal and soft-hearted man (perhaps too soft). And it is in fact true that Richard's goal in life is only to serve king Theoden and bring peace to all those he loves.
What cannot be denied though is his passion in battle, although he takes no pleasure in killing, he fights to protect his comrades with a fury and dedication rarely seen in these lands.

In the end his dedication gained him many enemies, but certainly some good friends as well. Loved by some, hated by many, this man is sure to leave his mark wherever he goes.

Richard and Theoden (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjupy)

Richard and Shiryu holding flags (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjvpi)

Richard and Shiryu in Tharbad (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjvxs)

Richard and friends fighting some skeleton warriors (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjw4y)

Richard resting near Rivendell (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjwa1)

Richard, Shiryu and Avery having some fun at the market (http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=4vjwd2)

[Shiryu]

Alastor, The Lone Warrior


Real Name : Celethor
Current age: 26
Born: Farming community in northern Anórien.
Family: Twin Brother Berethor.
Aligeance : Mordor, Isengard, Harad.


Celethor was taken by his father at the age of 5 to Umbar. He was raised and trained a warrior, to serve the will of Mordor.

On verge of his death, his father told him the truth about hisfamily. Upon his father demise, Celethor took on the name he used to call him in Umbar: Alastor.

A life of hardship and training was the only one he knew, until the day a messenger of Mordor came and ordered him to walk the lands of the North, in a attempt to find his twin, Berethor, who had sucessfully resisted the gaze of the Eye.

Upon arriving in Dol, he quickly gained the good favours of Lord Khamul, after several sucessfull raids on wood elfs, leading a a small group named "the Legion". He now wanders further north, seeking more information on his brother, while attempting to aid all in need and to see the will of the Eye fullfilled.

Defiant, but never arrogant. Polite and well mannered. Respects anyone that fights in the frontlines and is amazed by magic, of wich he understands nothing. Does not know the meaning of the word fear. Does not walk around calling names or underestimating the Men of the West, wich he sees as true chalenging oponnents.

An effective fighter and tactician, in any combat situation. Many ask him to lead, wich he does his best to refuse. His reasons are unclear why, since many consider him a natural born leader.

Does not cloud his mind at anytime. Drinks water or tea. Loves women, a strenght, not a weakness.


Alastor portrait. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-alastor-avat.jpg)
Alastor lives ! Again ! (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-alastor-lives.jpg)
Another dawn for the Lone Wolf. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-alastor-morning.jpg)
Alastor meditating before slaying a Drake. (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-alastor-night.jpg)
Tremble, free people of Middle Earth! (http://pwp.netcabo.pt/shiryu/nwn-alastor-menace.jpg)

[DM_Olórin]

some of the pics im getting are very compressed JPEGS. These are small, blurred and are very messy to work with... Ive had to do a lot of cleaning up which is very time consuming and should be un-necessary...

Just to reiterate if the pics you post are for bio portraits:

- what matters is the head and upper torso of the character.

- dont crop the image, there is no need to

- let the relavant area ocupy as much of the image as possible this will make for a sharp and detailed image when i reduce it to its necessary size. The character will look a lot better and so will the website.

- If you do send a compressed image they are fine so long as the pic is quite large.

[DM_Olórin]

That having been saud this is all good lads n lasses and im only havin to make minor edits as i go... its all goin in as far as im concerned :)

[Steve-Law]

(OOC: Small liberty, he's not quite a Shirriff yet, but with any luck should be very soon. It makes a better bio this way ;) )

Rufus Proudfoot

This kind-hearted and polite Hobbit has fought goblins and their kin across the Bree Lands, travelled to Himling Isle and the Icelands, battled evil spirits, Trolls and even a Giant! He is a friend to the Elves at Rivendell and acknowledged by the Dunedain Rangers. All this he has done in the company of good friends and in the pursuit of his single driving ambition - to become a Shirriff after his Great, Great Grandfather, Shirriff Rufus Longbarrow.

Finally, after facing all these great dangers and even greater adventures, Rufus has finally been appointed as Shirriff by the Mayor of Michael Delving himself. But this young Hobbit find himself saddened by the appointment. His childhood ambition accomplished and his heart is heavy. Not the anti-climax of a dream finally fulfilled so commonly found: No, Rufus is sad because Shirriff duties will mean he sees less of his new and dear friends and finds less adventure far from the Shire.

Thus a new chapter opens in the life of this brave Hobbit. An important figure in the Shire and the Bree Lands now, with important duties and responsibilities, an Esteemed Member of the Four-Farthings Social Club, yet part of his heart lies elsewhere. Can Rufus find a balance between the needs of his position and the desires of his heart?

Rufus (Attempt at being ready for the site) (http://www.dewiek.net/rufus.gif)
Rufus (Large pic, ready to reduce) (http://www.dewiek.net/rufus-big.jpg)

[Steve-Law]

Oops, take out one of those "Finally"s in the first sentence, second pararaph pleased (blocked me editting it further).

[DM_Olórin]

As a tip... if you want to post small portrait pics (of the size and style on the site), save them as .GIFs. as Steve has done...

Better not to add the frame a I do things with them in Photoshop to getem to look right. :) Thanks all the same mate... good effort and nice bio...

[Steve-Law]

Originally posted by DM_Olórin
As a tip... if you want to post small portrait pics (of the size and style on the site), save them as .GIFs. as Steve has done...

Better not to add the frame a I do things with them in Photoshop to getem to look right. :) Thanks all the same mate... good effort and nice bio...

Ah, I use Paint Shop Pro, didn't have the right filter ;)

Thanks though.

[Eorhona Morwen]

Eorhona Morwen

Growing up in a quiet fishing village on the northern outskirts of the Westemnet along the Fords of Isen, Eorhona watched with admiration and envy as her brother, Ergled joined the ranks of the Rohirrim. Despite her love for her people and the land, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Third Marshal Eomer refused to break the ancient tradition of allowing only men to enlist in the Riddermark.

On the day when Ergled was to set forth to Edoras to join the King’s eored, Eorhona’s village was raided by orcs. Against her own wish to remain, her mother Morwen insisted Eorhona ride to the next village to seek aid. When she returned, the village was already utterly destroyed and her mother lay dead on an orc spear in their own home. Her brother was not to be found amongst the dead scattered across the burning grasslands.

Bitterly resentful of not being permitted by Marshal Eomer to train and so defend her village, she left her country and made her way to Bree in an attempt to forget her tragic loss. Sincere, loyal and valiant, she never considered her gender weaker than men. Although of delicate frame herself, her courage and will lent strength to her body already hardened by seasons harvesting the fields. She is determined to seek adventure and hone herself in battle with the hope that one day, she will return to Edoras and prove her quality to the Marshal and her King.

The villages across Westemnet and the Westfold may burn in the shadow of the fire-dark, but within my soul shines a flame of courage-golden never to be caged by fear, prejudice or regret.

Forth Eorlingas !

[ghost81]

Oswyn ‘Ossy’ Osbold

At first appearance this middle-aged hobbit is past his best. It seems that for far too long has he enjoyed the pleasures of Pipe-weed and Ale. He shambles around, and his voice is slow and dreary – almost as if he’s not sure about what he’s saying. His language leaves a lot to be desired, although when listened to carefully it becomes apparent that he knows no other way of expressing himself.

He often talks about his past exploits, it seems he was a trouble maker of the first degree, often leading younger hobbits astray with his actions. Sometimes he still talks of his favourite party trick – biting the head of bats. Indeed he has a companion bat called ‘Shaz’ and when he wishes it to depart – he bites its head off.

However there is something about the eyes of this hobbit. On close inspection they show an unexpected intelligence – almost as if everything else he does is just having fun at the worlds expense.

Nowadays he tours the world once more. Often in the company of his friend Lemworth ‘Lemmy’ Mugwort.


(Olorin - I'll get a picture to you in the mail soon)

[Anarial]

Anarial Goldenleaf

This Ranger of Rivendell ('Imladris') was the Daughter of her mother Anara Goldenleaf (A Noldor Elf) and her father (A Silvan Elf). She was raised in Rivendell to the ways of a Ranger, skilled in Woodland Lore. Yet Anarial's ambition was to find her father, the only thing she had left to remember him by was her golden coloured hair...

Anarial left Rivendell whilst studying the Lore of Nature, her adventures took her in the direction of Bree and there she became a frequent visitor to the Prancing Pony - often seeking other adventurers and others like herself. By chance meetings she bonded with many other travellers of the open road, Glin Chanvil, Silidril, Mana & Hrolf to name a few of her most loyal and trusted friendships. She later called upon their aid when serving Lord Elrond, wandering into place such as Edoras, Moria, The Shire & Mirkwood.

Her relations with the Dunedain have grown over time, listening to songs and tales about them in her youth whilst living in Rivendell. Following their bravery as an example, she took the longbow into her hands and began to slay some of the many evil beings that walked more further lands. When travelling in a company (large or small) she chooses to stand back and fire her bow from afar, often taking down distant enemies and quickly taking down those that get too close.

When the evening comes and all are in need of rest, Anarial will show generous Elven hospitality and spare a bed for the night and warm camp fire. Her soft Elven voice singing even the most stout Dwarf into a gentle sleep.

[DM_Olórin]

Shes in. I managed to produce a nice portrait pic using my wizardly wiles. I hope that you approve but if there is a shot that you would prefer, let me know. One question. I thought she was a half elf? Maybe you need to mention that and i can make a change. I didnt realise this until i had updated the site.

Master Negnus... you too have been immortalised...

EVERYONE NOTE: We try to discourage half-elves on account of their extreme rarity in Middle Earth. When a human / elven child is born they must someday make a choice. To have the life of the Eldar, or to be mortal and one day die as must all Men. It is worth bearing this in mind.

I think that this player made an honest mistake but was going quite well within a party setting and it seemed inappropriate to kill her off. :)

[DM_Olórin]

*bump*

I feel the need for something positive in my life :P

Time to bring this thread to the attention of our players again. Remember if the background is clever, concise and well written it goes on the website...

Now wouldnt that be nice

[ebbtide777]

Most Hobbits, as those that can be encountered in and about Needlehole, are none to quick to see outside their home borders. Garden, home, hearth, and general industriousness are typically the order of the day, aside from copious and frequent meals. Rare are the “outlets” for a young hobbit whose intention it is to know more of the World. The Sherriff’s patrols are good for news, but they tend to be tight lipped about, “…things that might get folks upset…” Something, on the edge of Folstoph’s consciousness, made him certain there was something needed to be done…but not in the Shire. The Green Dragon Inn sees a fair share of travelers, which is where Folstoph’s attentions turned when he’d decided to not yet be “shackled” to the looms, ledgers and tailors’ tools smithy of Needlehole.

Folstoph quickly found himself tracking numerous foul beings, just beyond the reaches of Bree, Tharbad, and Minas Tirith. In observation, and in conversations with the Dunedain Rangers encamped between Bree and Tharbad, Folstoph has become convinced an impending invasion is afoot. Folstoph’s attempts to find those that would aid him in the stemming of the flow of Goblins and Orcs, into the lands he’s explored, have produced a few tenuous patrols. He continues to post notes in and about various inns and wooded campsites, requesting inquiry from those who’d see the incursion of Orcs and Goblins stopped.

Folstoph’s exploitation of a Hobbit’s uncanny knack of remaining unseen has been his greatest asset for surviving. Of late, his skill with a grapnel has lent itself to ensuring tactical advantage in many “situations”…..

[DM_Olórin]

http://merpuk.wireplay.co.uk/pages/PCHobbits01.htm

Well, he's in.

All we need is decent screen-cap so i can make a portrait. Plenty of info in this thread on what we need. But basically, if you send me a decent full screen character shot it means that it will reduce down to a nice detailed pic. No need to compress the JPG(s) or crop the images in any way. I'll sort them in Photoshop.

If ye like give me a nudge in mIRC when you are in-game and Gandalf will pop over with his iconograph. :)

[Sendling]

It hadn't been a bad day so far, but he suspected very strongly that there would be a bill to pay at the end of it, should there ever be one. For one thing, he still couldn't stop laughing. The reason for this had been provided by that special and priceless look on his brothers face that can only be arrived at by making a royal fool of someone in a king-sized way. Shame about the horse, though. Really, there had been promise there, no doubt about that, while it certainly would have taken quite a lot of taming to make a good steed of it. He felt a pang of guilt because of the horse, which was nonetheless completely drowned out by the soaring, raging, glowing feeling of triumph on behalf of the lesson his brother had been dealt. And it had been him to do the dealing, too. Certainly something to keep him warm on cold winternights for the rest of his life. Something to be remembered. Unfortunately that meant, that the rest of his familiy would remember it, too. No use going back home again. Ever. He shrugged. They hadn't been that friendly towards him lately. Most of them, anyway, apart from his sister Amkea. She would understand. He was sure of it. As for the rest of them: Beeing the fifth in a row of brothers isn't a position where you can expect to get the best of treatments usually. It certainly hadn't been for him. Still, beeing constantly treated like a sort of ignorant familiy-slave by his brother Ranulf for the better part of eighteen years had finally become too much.
"Hold that rope! Will you hold that rope, Dumb-olf! I will show you how a true master tames a horse! Ha!" He couldn't stop grinning, thinking about the scene of Ranulf's darkest hour. While he indeed had held the rope tightly, he had very carefully seen to it that the horse in question had been extra-spicy beforehand, in addition to making sure that the rope itself was in a state where it wouldn't hold anything but a small chicken.
"At once, oh great Lord Of Horsemasters!" Bowing deeply he had taken the rope while Ranulf mounted the horse. It's name would have been "Fire-eye", only they probably wouldn't be able to find it again.

[Jhasoe]

Neryada Tallfern

When asked of her past, Neryada speaks without hesitation. She seems to hide nothing, although in the tone of her voice, there seems to be a faint anguish at times.

Growing up in the vales of river Anduin, in a small village of hunters and farmers, she had little contact with other races, save a few rare travellers that happened upon her secluded home. She was raised by strong, tall folk, constantly fending off attacks of goblin-folk from the Misty Mountains. In her youth spent in that village, Neryada had very little interest of becoming a hunter or farmer herself. There was a calling, a spark growing in her mind, becoming clearer by the days. Her path lay somewhere out in the wildlands, among the trees and stones she had grown fond of.

In the passing of her seventeenth year, Neryada witnessed an unexpected tragedy. A plague that was said to have spread from the Gladden Fields, came silently upon her village. With heavy rains and the winter fast approaching, Cembaer, the head of the village, ordered homes to be deserted and his people to seek shelter in Esgaroth. Through a perilous journey that left behind many a plague-stricken parent and child, the remaining group of villagers reached Esgaroth. The plague was cured with powers of the local clergy, but the folk's spirit was left adrift. Esgaroth was no home to Neryada either, and her family could offer little comfort in their sorrow-shadowed lives.

There were none to speak against her departure later that year. Much to Neryada's surprise, and discomfort, her mother Jeyla merely wished her safe journeys. Nonetheless, feeling compelled to follow the call of the wild, she left Esgaroth behind. With much lore and wisdom of the wilderness, she could survive the perilous journey through Mirkwoods and over the Misty Mountains. Among the scenery of rolling hills and ancient forests, Neryada felt once again at home. She became somewhat accuainted with local folk, mostly of Bree, even with some hobbits of the Shire. Often this child of wildlands found herself confused, confronting concepts as honor, justice, greed or ambition. Some people she found to be closer to her own folk than others, but in the end, the affinity to nature was the greater.

Taking only as much as to survive, Neryada has found her life quite satisfying in the wildlands of north. While still somewhat wary of strangers, she could never refuse to help a fellow friend of nature. While known to have good relations with Rangers of The North, she travels far across the lands, learning from beast and wood alike. A true friend only to animal-kin, both servant and protector of nature, but also a young woman unerringly following a path of life.

[timppako]

Thur Blackbeard was born in the Ered Luin to a small clan of dwarves that live near a place where streams of melted snow, flowing from the mountaintops, join to form the southern branch of the river Lhûne. His clan, the Blackbeards, are originally from Tumunzahar, better known by its elvish name Nogrod. After Beleriand was broken the dwarves moved south. Most of them went to Khazad-dûm, the greatest dwarven citadel in Middle-earth, but some wanted to stay nearer their ancestral homes and started to carve a new home, called Kibil-ûl, the Streams of Silver.

Thur comes from a long line of master smithes. Like his father and his father's father, he started to learn smithing as soon as he was strong enough to work upon the anvil. His father was a good, but hard teatcher. Day after day and year after year he showed Thur different techniques to bring out the full potential from different kinf of materials. Not only how to make tools of war, but also how to make day to day items. He took Thur with him on his travels in Middle-earth where he traded with other races and visited far way kin. They happened to be in the Iron Mountains when Smaug the Great was slain and they marched with Dáin II Ironfoot in to the Battle of the Five Armies. There Thur's father perished with many other dwarves. Thur built himself his father's stony grave.

Thur looks crude, like carved from a rock. His features are rough, his nose is big and tilted to the left, his right eye is higher than the left and jaw is prominent. But he has a big heart and an intelligent look in his eyes. When he was young all his attention
went to learining his trade, everything else was meaningless. But suddenly a great thirst for knowledge awoke in him. He started to read books about history, the awakening of the Seven Fathers, the founding of the dwarven citadels, the marvels of the smithes of Tumunzahar and Gabilgathol, the wars of Beleriand, the sacking of Menegroth, the fall of Beleriand, about Sauron's deceits, about Durin's Bane and the exile of dwarves from Khazad-dum, all the stories he could get his hands on. He started to ask from his father about his family's history and learned about the bitter war against the Orcs, how it started by the Gates of Moria and about how it ended in the same place. He learned that his father had fought with his grandfather all through the war and how his grandfather had died in the Battle of Nanduhirion. He learned about the tears they shed when they burned the bodies of the fallen dwarves. The thirst for knowledge is still strong in him and uses his knowledge as an inspiration in his works and he tries to learn from the mistakes of the past.

Nowadays Thur travels in the Middle-earth searching for knowledge and fighting against the enemy in the best way he can. He is often too hard on himself. Thur has always been considered as a different kind of dwarf, because of his tolerance towards other races. There have been strong rumors that he has been travelling much with some Gondorian Knight and even worked with the elves of Rivendell!

Ps. Sorry about any grammar errors, I'm quite tired now. But if I don't post this now I'll just keep editing this... I'll email a screenshot about Thur later, if it is ok? Should it be an unprocessed, unedited screenshot? I'll go to sleep now, cheers!

Pps. If you think this needs editing/shortening just let me know and help me edit this...

[Hanna]

Millie Bramblefoot of Little Delving

Millie was born in the Little Delving, she married Rubert Bramblefoot at the proper age, Rubert farmed pumkins while Millie made tasty pumpkin pies.

http://home.att.net/~hannaishi/wsb/media/230949/site1003.gif


As time wore on, it became apparent that Millie and Rubert would not have children. So Millie took up the task of teaching the young hobbits their lessons, she would often wander to the Grey Havens and chat with Linwen, mostly about reading and writing, which became one of Millie's favorite hobbies, and to borrow books to read. It became apparent to Linwen that Millie was more than she seemed, for she had the gift to see things most could not and so instructed her in the was of divination.

http://home.att.net/~hannaishi/wsb/media/230949/site1002.gif


6 years ago, Rubert passed away. At the age of 61, Millie was quite distraught and spent her time wasting away, grieving for Rubert. After about a year, Linwen came to visit, they chatted and Linwen told her many old stories of love, lose, and redemption. With Linwen's help, Millie came out of her depression and started tending the pumpkin patch, making pies, and teaching the children again. Her uncanny way of knowing things led many locals to stop by for her wisdom and direction, thus she became know as the wise woman of Little Delving.

Now at ripe age of 67, Millie has hired a young lass to tend her house and fields. She turned over her teaching responsibilities to another elderly lady then took to roaming the wayside and woods. She travelled much of the Shire and often keep company with a yound lad named Puggy.

Though slowed from age, she still retains the vigor of strength due to the years of farming, baking and chasing young hobbit students. Her years of reading and studing, have kept her mind bright and aware. As she travels to expirence new things, her teachings she learned from Linwen now become more apparent, with this clarity she has been able to access more of the strange magic that resides within her, opening up new avenues of excitement and discovery.

http://home.att.net/~hannaishi/Millie.gif

[DM_Olórin]

well done all

Ive mentioned a few times about portrait pics so i wont repeat myself in depth any more, but i think i can use the last one of those gifs.

For future reference, just send me a screen cap or post it here or whatever in some uncompressed format so i can do what i need to do.

Cheers

[Argon Balros]

i really should get round to updating Argon's and doing some for my newer characters*sends a letter to the government applying for more hours in the day*

[DM_Olórin]

Not a new biography by any means but it needed an update:

~ Veld ~

One of the few to survive the Fall of Silverdelve, Veld maintains a cheerfully fatalistic outlook. Life's painful lessons and his advancing years have taught him wisdom. He is slow to anger, a patient mediator, all too forgiving, and will always find some excuse to laugh in the face of misfortune. He has lost much, he is determined that he will lose no more kith and kin. His back is broad, his gnarled hands are strong, and his axe is renowned among the Free.

Veld is the nephew of Ibûn, and after him the most senior member of their House of Silverbeard, Kaham Kibil-tarâg. Young Veld, as Ibûn calls him, is in late middle age. He is 231 years old and starting to feel his age. His knees trouble him on long journeys, especially in the cold, and lately his hands, or perhaps that pain is something else...

Veld was a quarryman by trade, no great craftsman, but a tireless hewer of the great stones. That was until the fateful day the Ice Drakes swept down from the Withered Heath. Veld's hands that once had skill are broken and clumsy, the stones he shaped, the stones that fell upon his wife and his son when the wrath of the Drakes shook the very ground... The stones that broke his bones over and over as he raged and tore at them in vain... He lost his beloved wife Kalla, and his eldest son, Kolli. Veld's youngest son, Ulfur is estranged from him. They spoke little after the loss of Kalla, and he moved away to wed. Ulfur now dwells with his wife in the Ered Luin. Veld has never seen his infant grandson.

In recent years, Veld has travelled widely and experienced much. He has risen in might to become a warrior of no small renown. His mighty axe and gleaming breastplate are ever present in battle alongside his kinsmen in the Dwarven Wall of Steel. Currently he is most often travelling in the company of his kinsmen, Loninus Balix (well he has to keep an eye on the lad) and Gloisin Chanvil, as well as other folk of renown such as the lady Dove, Captain Jade Mordigan (current whereabout unknown), the Druidess Vylenthra, the Elven Bard Vinduil, Captain Argon Balros of the Knights of Gondor and many other great folk.

A regular visitor to the Cracked Anvil of Esgaroth, he has made many friends among his Dwarven brothers, and others that frequent the place. Now... with the previous proprietors, Dungrim Ironfist and Dargo Trollfallen, vanished into distant parts on adventures new, the running of the Anvil has been passed on to Veld, aided and abetted by Lolinus Balix... when he can keep him out of the cellar... Plans are afoot to relocate the Anvil and the inn to the Lonely Mountain. It's reckoned that that will keep the riff-raff out...

Kabilborang he calls it, the Big Steel. Veld's axe is a constant companion and in some way, a source of comfort to him in the darkest hours. When drink and good fellowship will not bring solace, he has been heard talking sofly to "her". When asked, he will not speak of it, but recently he confided with no small measure of emotion to his brother-in-blood, the younger Dwarf, Lolinus Balix that "she" has been listening, and that something has "awoke in the iron". It is not clear what he meant by that statement.

"The iron lad... the iron, it's in everything... You, me, all of us... It's in the armour we wear and the axes we swing... It's in the mountains and in the hills... It's in the walls of the Cracked Anvil... Its the blood of the Father lad.... It's all the iron, and it was in them we've lost, but the iron remains... forever... iron is our memory and out legacy...", he gazed at his axe for a long time, "... and it's right here... ". He was very drunk by this stage and Lolinus was well used to old Veld ramblin' when in his cups, but this was somehow different... "Did she really die lad? Sometimes I think i hear her sweet voice in the iron..." Then he wept for some time. Lolinus, in all the years he and Veld had been friends, had never seen him do that before.

[Guyror]

Koth Lagarz

Koth was bred in the pits of Dol Guldor and has grown much in size since he was first seen, this is partially due to age and partially due to the fact that he almost constantly eats. He serves those that deserve it, and shows no respect to those that do not for to Koth ‘Might is Right’ and the weak are nothing but food. He has travelled the lands of Arda reeking havoc and mayhem to all that he can find, and then feasting happily upon their remains once they have died, but sometimes he cannot wait even that long.

He has wrapped around his right biceps for some reason known only to him a dead cat that is by now well rotten and broken but still he finds comfort in sucking the tail in times of distress. He also usually carries a huge and filthy cloth sack containing various chunks of meat from many sources, and around his belt is a large skin containing what he recently commented was ‘Claret’, what he means by this is unknown for it is unlikely to be a fine wine.

He is often seen wading into battle hitting the closest thing with a huge chunk of metal he calls a flail, and once the berserk fury sets upon him neither friend nor foe is safe from his blows. Even besides his flaws he is a stalwart companion for it takes many a blow to fell an olog and he will not usually balk at an order, for thinking is not one of his strong points.

He has been seen travelling with many others and serves the forces of Mordor with an unnerving fanatism, where a head is to be crushed and bones to be broken he will travel. But always be aware a hungry olog is an angry olog!

[SNarfel]

Nice, very nice indeed Guyror.. or should that be disgusting.. very disgusting indeed Guyror:)

[Guyror]

I aim to please / gross people out

[misterroboto2]

A cat around his arm? Where did you get _that_ one? lol. Normally, I love kitties with a passion, but that just seems too funny :P

[Samir]

Samir could have the pic changed (too big pic, I know, but I know not the exact size the pic should be), now that the quarterstaff is gone.

New pic (http://kotisivu.dnainternet.net/jonipentti/samir.jpg)

[DM_Olórin]

as i have said many times, the larger the image the better. But dont worry about that. Samir is updated

[gudrin]

*snip*

[Silverleaf]

A-hem. If I may be so bold as to "update" my bio, I would be much obliged. It is quite old and outdated, and I'll admit it sucks. :P

Screenshot link: http://www.geocities.com/divine_cha0s/valen.jpg

Valen De'Vir-- The Untamed Spirit

Some would say that all elves are the very essence of beauty and grace, charisma and friendship. That there is no bounds to their endless love and the splendor from their divine cities in tune with the very nature of that which guides Arda in an eternal cycle of life and death. Others would say the opposite, that although the elves have a unique eternal life span and a craft for all-things good, there is something "unnatural" about them. Perhaps it is the untrusting, unfriendly attitude towards others, or the fact that they live secluded from the world in secrecy, not wanting to partake an active role in the affairs of men and hobbits alike. Whichever opinion is true, Valen De'Vir is the latter.

He is a restless, wandering spirit, never staying in one place for too long long and almost constantly walking alongside the grassy road. Through the Misty Mountains, Forest of Fangorn, the Weathertop Hills or the Pelennor Fields he walks, seeking peace in nature and away from the horrors of his past. Cries to Yavanna for guidance and tranquility can be heard whispered to the trees if one listens closely enough to Her creations. Not much is known of the restless ranger... His tanned skin and long, unstyled brown hair suggest he is a Silvan elf, yet he claims to be a Sindar from the forest kingdom of Thranduil. His past remains a mystery to even those closest to him, elves, men and dwarves alike. Perhaps it is too painful to mention, or perhaps he himself is unsure of it. His age similiarily is unknown. Valen himself is not perfectly sure of his age, although he is quite confident that he is around the age of 90 or so. Thus considered a "baby" by the Elves, he will never reveal his age to save himself the embarrasement or "youthful" attitude that would be marked upon him as a result.

As Valen is constantly roaming the lands, so has he gained a great knowledge of it, and visited almost every corner of Middle-Earth. He has travelled alongside many, whether it be sorcerers of tremendous power, knights with courageous hearts and sharp blades, or minstrels that can outsing a lark at dawn. Whenever looked for, Valen will be seen either far ahead or far behind of the travelling company, looking for protection in the shade and rarely speaking. Often enough, encounters have been forced upon Valen. His burning hatred for orcs, trolls and those that ally themselves with the forces of Sauron gathering in the East have brought Valen many scars, and great experience in battle. While not a charging bull much like the headstrong Dwarves, Valen's tactics of stealth and organisation
do bring him courage and victory. An equalled skill with two blades is yet to be found, while at the same time his arrows fly true to their mark, piercing the hearts of those that challenge his archery skills. Once an agent for the rumoured Tharbad "Search and Scout," Valen's developed skill at remaining undetected in the shadows have saved his life (and others) on more than one occasion. Quite often a beggar has found himself with a few extra gold pieces in his pocket, without even noticing a hand to transfer the coin.

Valen De'Vir's constant travels most would assume would have brought him farther away from the world, unknown to everyone. On the contrary, he is known in quite a few kingdom's courts. King Theoden of Rohan praises his heroics for protecting the Rohirrim in the White Mountains, while Hir Elrond of the Valley of Imladris bears him much like a matured adopted nephew, as such is somewhat yet not fully true. While many have trusted the uncanny ranger easily enough, he himself does not trust very easily.

"Trust is earned by those who have fully proven it," he spoke to the once-exile of Imladris, Ashal Waynn, after with his help tracked down and slew a dragon that had attacked two of Valen's kin. "You now have proven your trust, thus earning it from me."

So what fate have the Valar marked upon this untamed ranger? As always, it is unknown, yet it can be promised that this one's story is not yet sealed.