Dagor Dagorath - Character profiles

[Serenity]

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[TheCorsair]

The Basics ~

Name: Ambathevair Anorseron
Nickname: Among his own folk, Ambathevair has been surnamed Lachfast ("Flame-hair") and Rhyn Calentaur ("Hound of the Greenwood") and Norgaladh ("Tree-runner"). Among Men he is known as "Green Man" and "Grey Jay", and he is known among Durin's folk in friendly fashion as "the damned elf". The Orcs of Mordor and the Goblins of the Blue Mountains call him "the Mad Talker" and "the Ghost that Walks".
Gender: Male
Age: 4,453 (born in year 2221 of the Second Age)
Birth Location: Lindon
Race: Sindar ("Grey People", also known as "Grey Elves")
Class: Uhm... dunno. Is "ridiculous overachiever" a class?

Appearance ~

Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Weight: 6' 4"
Height: 192 lbs
Basic Physical Description: Ambathevair is tall and lean and graceful, with eyes the color of the cloudless noonday sky and hair that is golden in the light of the Sun and silver in the light of the Moon. He wears green and brown, and soft-soled boots, and one of the grey-green cloaks of Lorien. He smiles frequently and laughs often.
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Personality: Ambathevair had always seemed frivolous, in the eyes of the Lords of Lorien and Imladris and the Greenwood. A jester and a nomad at heart, he is always ready with a song or a jest or a story of his adventures. In earlier ages he forsook the great Councils of the Eldar to squander his time on seemingly frivolous tasks. Seeking to reclaim the Orcs, who he says are kin to the Elves. Learning the lore of living things from Radaghast the Brown, and deep secrets of growing things within the borders of Ambaróna, and the philosophies of Men, and the songs of Dwarves. He has not substantially changed, with the changing of the age.
History: The tale of Cyllcalad Anorseron is one of the lesser-known of the songs of the Eldar. It tells a tale of a Sindar lord so fair, that Arien herself grew to love him. Abandoning the vessel of the Sun, she dallied with fair Cyllcalad for the space of three days before returning with a heavy heart to her duties. A year later, the tale tells, he rose with the dawn to find an infant with red-gold hair in his chambers.

The song is not particularly popular, and Ambathervair is one of the few that knows all of the verses. His father insisted.

In his life, Ambathevair has seen wonders. The capture of Sauron, and the corruption of Numenor. The drowning of Numenor and the Changing of the World. He fought the forces of Mordor as part of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, and again when the forces of Dol Guldur assaulted Lórien thrice in an effort to seize the Great Ring Nenya for Mordor. He has wandered the face of Middle Earth, seeking the lost ruins of Angband in the north, visiting Far Harad in the south, journeying east to the Great Sea and west far beyond the ken of Elves and Men.

It was this love of wandering, and his love and sorrow for the lost kin of the Elves - the twisted, tortured Yrch - that led Ambathevair to linger in the Eastern World when the Eldar withdrew to Valinor. He fully intends to sail into the West one day. But... not today. Not with so much yet to see of the world of men. Not with so much of the lore of plants and animals and stone and soil left unlearned. And not with the Orcs unredeemed from the tortures of Morgoth. But someday.
Family: Cyllcalad Anorseron, father. He was a foundling, raised by his father. Both he and his father claim that Arien herself, the spirit of the Sun, are his mother. He has two half-sisters and a half-brother, but all have sailed into the West. Is he really the child of the Sun? Ask him sometime, and he'll tell you a tale that is both worth hearing and - possibly - true.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Notable Possessions ~

• One of the grey-green cloaks of Lorien, with a brooch in the form of a green leaf with silver veins, which aids him in hiding from unfriendly eyes. It was a gift, in an earlier Age, from the Lady of Lorien herself.
• A bow of laminated horn, crafted in the fashion of the Haradrim, capable of outdistancing even the strongest bow of yew.
• The points of his arrows are shaped like holly leaves, and the fletching is the feathers of the Grey Jay.
• Ariengail, a long, curved knife forged of a reddish-gold metal that served him well in the battles of the Last Alliance. It grows blood-warm when things that shun the light are near.

 

[Traveler]

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Name: Shae Oakburn of Bree
Nickname: As a child it was 'Mouse', but now he goes by Shae or Shade.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Birth Location: Behind a tavern in Bree
Race: Human
Class: Vagabond wanderer, Jack-of-all-trades and master of none


Appearance ~

Hair Color: Golden brown
Eye Color: Brown
Weight: 175 lbs
Height: 5'11"

Basic Physical Description: He is lean and spry, a man who finds it is sometimes useful to climb walls and hop roofs rather than walk the streets. He wears ordinary clothing; it seems his skill lies in blending into the environment, usually a tavern or alleyway, and being so ordinary that he is rarely remembered once people discover that their purse has gone missing or their valuables have been lost.

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Background ~

Personality: Shade is the kind of person who would rather spend three weeks figuring out how to split wood using a mill and some wild gnomish contraption then to just spend an afternoon actually splitting the damn pile of rounds. He is bright but restless and tends to dull his need to be active by drinking. He is spry, climbs like a lizard, and has an inhuman sense of balance and an insane lack of fear when it would be wisest to be cautious. His mother didn't expect him to live long when she found him walking across the clothes lines strung from building to building, but somehow the lad became a man and aside from a few broken bones wound up mostly unharmed. His sense of humor can be sharp and cutting but covers up his underlying insecurity that even his father saw not enough worth in him to stick around long enough to see him born.

History: He grew up without a father, aside from the ruffians in the bars and the bands of thieves that ran the streets. The man who owns the Tavern his mother works as is the closest thing that Shae has to a father figure. He moved up through the street ranks, pinching coppers, stealing apples, and mainly staying as far away from 'work' as possible. Eventually his mother wound up marrying the Tavern owner, and that acted as the catalyst for Shade to go off to make his own mark on the world now that she was settled.

Family: He is a bastard son of a bar maid named Daisy Oakburn.
Sexual Orientation: Yes

 

[Serenity]

The Basics ~

Name: Nairë Pronounced: /ˈnaj.rɛ/
Nickname:N/A
Gender:Female
Birthday/Age:400 years old (Appears to be late twenties)
Birth Location:Mirkwood
Race:Silvan Elf
Class:Healer

Appearance ~

Hair Color:pale blonde
Eye Color:blue/grey
Weight:136 lbs
Height:5'8”
Basic Physical Description:Slender with wide hips, tall, very long and tidy blonde hair. Fair complexion, blue grey eyes ringed by thick lashes, full lips.
Other Features:A small scar on her left shoulder, made by a poisoned orc spear that was not treated fast enough.
Visual Representation: Naire

Background ~

Personality:Loyal, honest, kind, can be a little distant, abrupt, blunt, patient.
History:Naire grew up happily in the forests of Mirkwood with her family, her parents Mireth (Mother) and Arthon (Father), and her elder brother Beren. During an orc raid Naire was caught unaware and nearly speared, her brother pushed her out of the way and the spear merely grazed her shoulder, before burying itself in her brothers chest. The wound was too great and he died. It took her and her parents a very long time to grieve his loss, but eventually they accepted it and moved passed it. Wanting to get away from Mirkwood and the oppressive darkness that had taken hold, Naire left and set out for Rivendell, there she began to study healing becoming extremely proficient in it. And there she also met and fell in love with a Ranger as he passed through. Many years later they were betrothed before he met a brutal death at the hands of a band of orcs. When news reached Rivendell, Naire was distraught, and from then on she closed her heart to others and became distant, not wishing to form attachments and suffer the loss when tragedy struck.
Family: Mother – Mireth is a healer. Father – Arthon is a warrior. Brother – Beren was a warrior/scout that died during an orc raid in Mirkwood.
Sexual Orientation:Straight, has very little experience.[/spoiler]