Post by Envin on Jun 14, 2005 12:26:46 GMT
To be posted to the rule of a realm, please post an application in this thread. Remember, a Realm Ruler shall be a Moderator, and therefore must present an image of responsibility. Careful thought must be taken for the rule of a realm, and for all they who dwell within.
Please include, at minimum, the following as resume, (presented in a sample below):
Name (Character's and Real): Aragorn; Aaron
Age: 21
Realm you would like to rule: Gondor, in my case.
Reason: Because LOtR is my Bible; I have studied it since five years of age (that's actually true).
LOtR Experience: Read nearly every book concerned with Arda; written papers on LOtR; seen every movie, including the original animated ones; able to quote passages by memory; an obsession bordering on the insane due to the fact that for much of my childhood LOtR replaced what many other children considered normal.
Other RP Experience: At one time, admin of three LOtR Proboards: this one, CoE, and MEC, assistant admin of Eternal Skies at Proboards, onetime member and mod of The Grey Havens, at Proboards. Current project: the large LOtR resource and fansite The Citadel of Guard, eventually intended to grow beyond all measure.
Sample RP (optional): As Nimue took to the chain, the King of Gondor stood in the breach between her and the plethora of filth that now assailed him. Nimue clomb and Aragorn slew. An Uruk he clove asunder as a goblin ducked 'neath his fallen companion to lunge at Aragorn, and be stabbed clean through the mouth. Young Estel was now surrounded, yet give ground would he not. He kept himself betwixt the chain and the foes, and with unfathomable speed Anduril flew. He flew as a wind in a field of cane, and down careered the foes. He halved the legs from an Orc at the knee, then drave upward to cleave the chest of an Uruk asunder. He leapt down the throat of a goblin, emerging from out his neck and taking the eye of an Uruk, who stumbled wildly ere he fell shrieking from the tower. The clouds rolled back, and the fair light of the moon stole over The Battle of Morgul Vale.
Nimue reached the clifftop, and turned to survey her lord, standing strong with scores of Orcs at bay. She called to him, e'en as he slew an Uruk who appeared to have authority, for when he fell, his comrades retreated to reform. Aragorn heeded the call of the maiden, yet he also harkened to the call of the Wizard upon the field below. Here now were come allies, companions to aid in the retrieval of Arendor. Yet were they aware of the fall of their lord? He could not be certain. Yet the indefatigable spirit of Numenor flamed within him, and he motioned for Nimue to cast him the chain. Loth to do so, she nonetheless obliged, for time was of the essence to the Lord Aragorn. He nimbly caught the chain, and again his aim served him as cast it about a crenel upon a parapet above the main entrance courtyard and the gate. With a last thrust into the heart of an advancing foe, Elessar leapt.
The wind rushed about him, and the breezes of the late evening swept through his hair. The Elves of Mirkwood lifted up their horns in bounteous music, and the host raised a cheer. For the Lord Aragorn Elessar swung hundreds of feet in amazing speed, and his cloak fluttered behind him as the wind took it. Then the moon vanished, and the young Sun rose in the west, her pink fingers streaking the sky to the Morgul Vale, and painting the clouds red. With a sweep of Anduril outstretched, Elessar alighted within the courtyard of Minas Morgul, near the gate, and with foes approaching. He sped for the gate, and his foes closed upon him. (From The Battle of Morgul Vale, CoE at Proboards.)
Please include, at minimum, the following as resume, (presented in a sample below):
Name (Character's and Real): Aragorn; Aaron
Age: 21
Realm you would like to rule: Gondor, in my case.
Reason: Because LOtR is my Bible; I have studied it since five years of age (that's actually true).
LOtR Experience: Read nearly every book concerned with Arda; written papers on LOtR; seen every movie, including the original animated ones; able to quote passages by memory; an obsession bordering on the insane due to the fact that for much of my childhood LOtR replaced what many other children considered normal.
Other RP Experience: At one time, admin of three LOtR Proboards: this one, CoE, and MEC, assistant admin of Eternal Skies at Proboards, onetime member and mod of The Grey Havens, at Proboards. Current project: the large LOtR resource and fansite The Citadel of Guard, eventually intended to grow beyond all measure.
Sample RP (optional): As Nimue took to the chain, the King of Gondor stood in the breach between her and the plethora of filth that now assailed him. Nimue clomb and Aragorn slew. An Uruk he clove asunder as a goblin ducked 'neath his fallen companion to lunge at Aragorn, and be stabbed clean through the mouth. Young Estel was now surrounded, yet give ground would he not. He kept himself betwixt the chain and the foes, and with unfathomable speed Anduril flew. He flew as a wind in a field of cane, and down careered the foes. He halved the legs from an Orc at the knee, then drave upward to cleave the chest of an Uruk asunder. He leapt down the throat of a goblin, emerging from out his neck and taking the eye of an Uruk, who stumbled wildly ere he fell shrieking from the tower. The clouds rolled back, and the fair light of the moon stole over The Battle of Morgul Vale.
Nimue reached the clifftop, and turned to survey her lord, standing strong with scores of Orcs at bay. She called to him, e'en as he slew an Uruk who appeared to have authority, for when he fell, his comrades retreated to reform. Aragorn heeded the call of the maiden, yet he also harkened to the call of the Wizard upon the field below. Here now were come allies, companions to aid in the retrieval of Arendor. Yet were they aware of the fall of their lord? He could not be certain. Yet the indefatigable spirit of Numenor flamed within him, and he motioned for Nimue to cast him the chain. Loth to do so, she nonetheless obliged, for time was of the essence to the Lord Aragorn. He nimbly caught the chain, and again his aim served him as cast it about a crenel upon a parapet above the main entrance courtyard and the gate. With a last thrust into the heart of an advancing foe, Elessar leapt.
The wind rushed about him, and the breezes of the late evening swept through his hair. The Elves of Mirkwood lifted up their horns in bounteous music, and the host raised a cheer. For the Lord Aragorn Elessar swung hundreds of feet in amazing speed, and his cloak fluttered behind him as the wind took it. Then the moon vanished, and the young Sun rose in the west, her pink fingers streaking the sky to the Morgul Vale, and painting the clouds red. With a sweep of Anduril outstretched, Elessar alighted within the courtyard of Minas Morgul, near the gate, and with foes approaching. He sped for the gate, and his foes closed upon him. (From The Battle of Morgul Vale, CoE at Proboards.)
