Descriptions and Profiles

[Megloren Istdale]

Name: Megloren Istdale or *Meg the Dark*

Age: She is close to 4,000 years old (late 20s)

Race: Witch (Istari)

Appearance: Black/brown wavy hair, she wears exotic earings (perferably ones that dangle). She has a serene exression, even in dangerous situations

Place of Birth: Aman- The Undying Lands

Ocupation(s): Rulestress of Isengard

History: Megloren was created- not born. She was sent to Mid-Earth to keep order, much like the Wizards of old. She is not evil, and keeps much to herself.

Weapon(s) of choice: Elven daggers and a longbow

Special Abilities/talent(s): Secret magical talents and powers

*changed it around this time*

[Siranna]

Name: Siranna

Age: in her 1900's

Race: Sindar Elf

Appearance: Long brown braided hair and deep brown eyes. She is rarely seen in a dress, she normally will wear a tunic and pants.

Place of Birth: Mirkwood

Ocupation(s): Ruler of Mirkwood

History:Siranna was born and raised in Mirkwood which she now rules. As a child she did not know her parents and when of age, she lived alone for years to come.

Weapon(s) of choice: A bow, sword, and hidden dagger used when needed but not her first choice of weaponry.

Special Abilities/talent(s): You'll just have to get to know her to know.

[vanya]

Name: Arwen Undomiel
Date of Birth: TA 241
Race: part elve- and human kind, but also related to Melian (Maia)
Height: (not described, so probably averaged size of elvekind)
Date of Death: FO 121
Parents: Elrond, Celebrian
Spouse: Aragorn
Date of Marriage: TA 3019
Children: Eldarion, and several daughters

Physical description: She was said to carry the likeness of Luthien

Biography: Arwen lived in Rivendell and Lorien for roughly 3000 years in contentment, until she met and fell in love with Aragorn in the golden forrests of Lothlorien. After the War of the Ring, Arwen and Aragorn were married on midyears day, and Arwen became Queen of Gondor. In FO 120, Aragorn passed, and Arwen journeyed to Lorien, where she died.

Weapon(s) of choice: long curved elvish dagger, bow and arrows

Mount: Aratoamin, a white horse with cream coloured mane.

Special Abilities/talent(s): foresight and healing (like her father)

[Faron]

Ash's profile, slightly changed this time around. I'll have an entirely new character made eventually.

Name: Ashuron Leafbow (Ash)

Age: 1545

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance: Tall, even for an elf, and with the Lorien Elves' long blonde hair. Normaly he wears some sort of leather armor with metal arms guards on both arms for blocking attacks. During celebrations, he wears a white ceremonial robe. His sword and bow are stored on his back.

Place of Birth: Lothlorien

Ocupation(s): Lord of Lothlorien

Titles (Because I like giving myself titles): Prince of Battle, Lord of the Hunt, Warden of the Golden Woods

History: Born as a semi-noble member of Lorien, Ash was one of the most skilled warriors in all the woods. His wife, Katryn, was more skilled with a bow than even Ash, and fought alongside Ash whenever possible. His son, Arken, became a sorcerer. Unfourtunatly, Katryn was killed in a battle around 400 years ago.

During the War of the Ring, he left his home in order to join in the final battle. After that, he remained behind when most of the elves went beyond the sea, and became Lorien's Lord.

Weapon(s) of choice: His sword ("Golden Fang") with is approx. 1.5 meters long, 10 centimeters wide, and made of gold. Also an assortment of bows and arrows for all occasions.

Mount: "Suretur" (Wind Master), a pearl white horse

Special Abilities/talent(s): Melee and long-range combat, hunting/tracking, leadership

[Ilmare]

Name: Ilmare
Date of Birth: unknown
Race: unknown
Height: 5'8''
Parents: unknown

Physical description: Golden hair and grey eyes, athletic.

Biography: Ilmare was found as a child in hulston and raised by her foster parents. Nobody knew where she came from or what race she was. It just was certain that she wasn't dwarvish or human, so they thought her to be elvekind. But Ilmare seemed to be different in almost everything. When her foster father was overtaking the throne of Enedwaith, she poisened him and sat herself in his stead. She took her foster mother and her foster siblings in custody and tortured them to death. Since then she rules without mercy over Enedwaith. If you aproach her, better watch yourself or you might find her "special interest" in you.

Weapon(s) of choice: Her sword ("Fate"), Bow, knifes and daggers.

Mount: "Ancalagon", a midnight black horse

Special Abilities/talent(s): foresight dreams

[Kili Redtears]

Name: Kili Redtears
Age:150
Race:Dwarf
Weapons: A large double sided battle axe and two small throwing axes at his sides.
special Abilities: Kili is very strong and very skilled with an axe.
Height: 4'5
History:His father Fili Redtears was a great warrior amoung the dwarves, his wealth was great and he astablished himself in the Iron HIlls. While Kili was still very young thousands of goblins attack Filis men and slaughtered them, Fili was killed in combat but Kili and his mother got away to Erebor, Kili grew up there and became a great warrior like his father.

[teuelen]

Name: Teuelen
Meaning: Silver star

Race: Galadhrim Elf

Age: 100.

Appearnace: Teuelen is approximately 5ft 7ins tall. She has long golden blonde hair that falls to her waist. Her eyes are a sapphire blue, with turquiose flecks.

History: Tuelen's comes from a prominent family in Lothlorien. She was born about one hundered years before The War of the Ring. About the time Teuelen turned fifty her parents left for the Undying lands. Teuelen had decided to remain in Lothlorien as she had not tired of Middle-earth yet.

Weapons: Teuelen keeps a dagger strapped to her ankle, which is always hidden by her dress. Teuelen does not have extensive training with weapons but knows enough to save herself should the need arise.

Mount: Padfoot, a chestnut colored stallion with a white starlike mark on his forehead.

Special abilities/ talents: Teuelen was trained as a healer. She is also a harpist and a singer.

[Nellethiel]

Name: Nellethiel

Age: 18

Appearance: Nelle has long brown hair and blue eyes. She is tall and slim. She has a pale skin.

Place of Birth: Rohan

Occupation: Rohan

History: Nellethiel is just an ordinary girl. She lives with her family in Rohan.

Weapons: Her brother tought her how to use sword a few years ago.

Mount/Companion: Nelle has a white horse with blonde fax, named Whitewind.

Special Abilities: None.

[Legolas]

Name: Legolas

Race: Elf

Homeland: Mirkwood

Features: Blue eyes, long golden hair, distinct and marked by all of his kind. He carries himself in a steady, light posture, showing his light steps and quick stride.

Weapons: The bow is his formost weapon, but when he must, he is served well by two long knives for close combat.

History: As the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas was a type of representative of his father, Thranduil, king of Mirkwood. During the war of the ring, he accompanied the Fellowhip out of Rivendell, aiding Aragorn and Gimli in their quest which eventually led to Sauron's destruction. After leaving Mirkwood, he made his abode in Rivendell,leading the people there against Morsereg and Morgoth.

Once more, his path led to the Green Forests, and he took up his rule again amongst his native kin. But after a short time in Mirkwood, he was deposed as ruler, and sent into exile. Now dwelling in Ithilien, he awaits the coming time of his aiding of the people of Middle-Earth, to help them once more.

[Gurherdir]

Name: Arken Leafbow

Age: 547

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance: Much like his father, he has the same long blonde hair. He wears a white robe and keeps his staff/spear at his side all the time.

Place of Birth: Lothlorien

Ocupation(s): Prince of Lothlorien, Sorcerer

History: Born the son of Ashuron Leafbow and the future Lord of Lothorien, Arken was able to pay for the best in magic training, many ancient tomes to look over and teach himself. He sits on his father's Council of Lothlorien.

Weapon(s) of choice: His sorcerer's staff, with a pointed tip so it can be used as a spear, and magic

Special Abilities/talent(s): Magic (mostly revolving around nature), spear combat, leadership

[E'vesash]

"To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying.

The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying."

-name-

E'vesash Tasolda (Evy)

Guardian in the Shadow

-age-

She is 120 years of age, but appears to be in her early 20's according to Men's standards.

-species-

She is of the High Elven race.

"West, west away, the round sun is falling.

Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,"

-appearance-

A maiden fair could be seen wandering through the misty trees. Her raven hair spilled in waves down her back, the soft skin of her face seeming to glow in the moon's gentle light. A gasp escaped her full, pink lips as her emerald eyes scanned the earth's shadows. Upswept, elven ears strained for sound, but none could be heard. Her slender form slipped unnoticed through the undergrowth as she pulled up the hood of her shimmery green cloak. Her appearance was now masked. The emerald jewel of hope about her neck was hidden.

"The voices of my people that have gone before me?

I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;"

traveling garb/companions-

Strapped about her waist, with a belt of silver leaves, is her sword - swift and cunning. A steed, black as midnight (yet bearing no evil tide) stands by her side, and to the saddle her bow - and arrows - are tied.

"For our days are ending and our years failing.

I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing."

-personality-

As she continues through the forest, she hears it. The thunder of war. But she is not afraid. She has seen war. A good many wars. No, that is not what she fears. She fears loneliness...loss of those she loves. She fears being left behind...she fears four walls and no door. It has happened before. And it will happen again.

Suddenly, a squirrel crosses her path followed by two little ones. A smile blossoms on her features, making her all the more beautiful beneath the moon. She loves life. But life does not always love her. It has cheated her many times through the death of those she loved. Life is not always kind.

"Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,

Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,"

-history-

She pauses to rest against a large oak, unintentionally falling into a deep sleep. A vivid dream overtakes her. No, not a dream. It is a vision. A vision of things past.
She sees herself as a child, playing carefree in Rivendell. Her small circle of trusted friends is strong. They promise never to part. Never to leave one of them behind. But some promises are easily forgotten...easily lost.

Evy now sees herself standing beside the sea, a billowy gown of purest white flowing about her with the breeze. She's waving farewell to a ship. A ship that is carrying her friends far away. Friends who promised to stick with her to the end. So much for promises. They mean nothing. In truth, that's what she fears most. Broken promises. Betrayal.

She awakens with a start, finding herself once more in the forest. She adjusts her thick hood, pulling it further over her head. She knows she cannot follow most of the elves over the sea. Her task here in this land is not over...her task to protect. For now she must remain E'vesash, Guardian in the Shadows. For now. Until the day comes when she can rid herself of feelings of deep betrayal and can once more become E'vesash, the Light of Hope.

"In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,

Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever..."

[Valdrik]

Name: Garland
Age: Unknown
Race: Half Grey Elf half Maia

History: Born many years ago in the region of Doriath, decendant of the Maia, Melian. Garland's upbringing was by most standards normal, though from early on it was clear there was a darkness about him and this caused him to be ridiculed by his peers. After many years of this torment Garland left his home and family, wandering the far corners of Middle Earth. In these years Garland began dabbing into the art of sorcery, finding that he seemed to have inherrited great power through the Maia blood that ran through him. Durring his travels in the far east of Middle Earth, Garland even came to know the wizard Pollando and studied under him for a while before determining that his own power exceded the Blue Wizard's. While still in the East Garland learned with much dissapointment of Sauron's fall and the destruction of the One Ring, for he had hoped to join in the Dark Lord's conquest of Middle Earth. Upon this turn of events Garland departed from the East headed back westward. On this journey he came upon two Rohirrim brothers, both mortally wounded after their patrol had been ambushed by orkish wrag ridders. The pair had a strong will to live however, and Garland offered to use his power to save them, in exchange for their pledge of loyalty to him. The pair eagerly agreed to his request. The younger of the pair was easily healed by Garland's power, but the eldest of the brothers had caught the worst of the onslaught. Try as he might, Garland's power was not enough to save the boy... as he was. When Garland had all but given up on the boy a wild bull came along. Garland saw this and demised quite a scheme in his head. Using all the power he pocessed, Garland merged the soul and body of the boy with that of the bull, creating a terrible beast. With his two new companions, Garland continued his journey, Mithlond his destination. This plan changed though when Garland came to the great mines of Moria. Finding the depths devoid of the terrible beast that once inhabited the Black Chasam, and finding no real organization among the orcs, Garland seized the opportunity to take control of Khazad-Dum. He, along with his powerful right hand, Minos, Garland raised a great and powerful host in the deepest depths of Moria, however, he keeps his might hidden well, unseen by the prying eyes of those that would oppose him. He sits on his hidden throne, bidding his time untill the day darkness would once again engulf Middle Earth.

Weapons: Though Garland has no need to fight his own battles he carries a mighty dwarvish sword at his hip. this along with his emense sorcery powers make him a deadly opponent. Though, he considers Minos to he his greatest weapon.

Special Abilities: Sorcery/magic

[Garland]

Name: Garland
Age: 31
Race: Man

History: Garland was born and raised in Rohan where he mastered early on art of warfare. He was a private in the Rohirrim cavalry when Theoden rode to Gondor to aid in the fight against Mordor and there he lost many friends but narrowly escaped with his life. After the great battle he quickly worked his way through the ranks untill he was the captain over a small but formidable force. With his new found possition, Garland used what influence he had over his troops to persuade many of them to follow him on a conquest of Khazad-Dum. After many skirmishes with the gobblin remnants there, Garland took control over the upper most levels of Moria and began his rule there. His men are always diligently searching the depths of his realm and disposing of any remaining gobblin hordes.

Weapons: Sword, shield, recurve bow.

[~Tom~]

Name: Murazor Bauglir
Age: Older then Middle Earth
Race: Half Human, Half Valar
Parents:MelorianMorgoth
Birth Place: Unknown
Appearence: Shoulder length hair , brown , and tall in height , can seen most times in his brown robes, made by his Mother , worn for rememberence, the form of a Human.
Weapons: Blade of Light and Shadow
Height: 6.1 ft
History:
His mother Melorian was a women of Berialend her beuaty was legend , as she wondered through the woods , she was captured by Morgoth , and was raped , she eventually qwas set free ,k but carried the heir of Morgoth .

Eventually Murazor was born , and loved by his Mother no matter the name of his farther , when he was only a few months old , she had made him a cloak , though not magical it would mean the world to Murazor as he grew older.

Eventually Morgoth had learned of this , he hunted Murazors mother and found them , he killed Melorian , and took Murazor where he had cast a spell over him causeing him to sleep for 4 ages of the world when sauron was cast down , all of his fathers power was diminished and Murazor awoke , he had survied the desturction of Berialand , he had aged to the body of a 22 year old and that would be all he ever aged in appearence, , with him he had serched through the ruins he had been wrapped up in the cloak his mother made him , and he had wore it in rememberence ever since.

Now he rules rivendell and reknewed it to its glory .
Powers: Valar powers , able to teleport , and change his form.

[Alatariel]

-name-
Alatariel Tasolda
-age-
120, but appears to be in her early 20's according to Men's standards.
-species-
Her race is High Elven
-appearance-
A maiden fair moves about silently through the unmarked paths of the forest. Her piercing eyes scan the grounds for any sign of the one she seeks. The same eyes which had once been a beautiful emerald in color, a symbol of hope for her family, were now darkened to a green so dark that t'was almost unrecognizable. Her raven colored hair is braided back to keep it from her face as she continues on her quest. Those that pass her by might think they recognize her...for they have seen her face before. But t'was not her at all, for she is the twin sister of E'vesash Tasolda, one whom has long roamed these lands.
-traveling garb/companions-
Her weapon of choice, a deadly, curve-edged sword, hangs loosely by her side, sheathed in a design of darkness embossed at the top with two skulls. She wears a black cloak...one that hides her well when night covers the land in darkness. By her side moves a great horse that stands tall and mighty, with eyes that seem to glow a dark red when they catch the light.
-personality-
As she continues through the forest, she hears it. The thunder of war. But she is not afraid. She has seen war...she longs for war. Longs for power. No, war is not what she fears. But then...what does she? There are not many things that do frighten her. But the more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that she is not invincible. And that fears her. She does not want to lose the power that she has...or be without power entirely.
-history-
As Alatariel thinks back, she remembers much of her past she deemed lost. As a child, she cheated herself into thinking that E'vesash was the daughter more loved by the elvish world. She remembers Evy's friends...she remembers being excluded. But was she really left behind? Of course she was. That is what she convinced herself to believe. She remembers the day she ran away from her home...from her family. But no one cared. As she looks back into the past, she can see herself watching as the ship sailed away carrying her family on to the undying lands. She watched her sister E'vesash as she stayed behind...waving farewell to all. But Alatariel did not have that chance. She had to remain hidden in the background, never to be seen by her family again. Now her chance was gone. Now she has to justify all of her failings to her family by gaining power, no matter what the cost...for if she becomes powerful, that will right all the wrong in her past. Won't it?