My Characters ~Newest: Dalria Blackwood-Sae'Athkorbrar~
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Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ January 9th, 2006, 10:09 pm ]
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*grin* If I can find the pics I think will fit what the requestee wants, it usually takes me half an hour

Author:  Jax Nova [ January 10th, 2006, 6:31 pm ]
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cool. Those things always confuse me to no end.

Blows my mind to high heaven and kicks it into next tusday....

Do you do avatars?

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ January 10th, 2006, 7:19 pm ]
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erm, never realy tried em, but I guess I could

Author:  Jax Nova [ January 10th, 2006, 7:35 pm ]
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Well basicly I ws looking for some picture with Jedi for a avatar or a banner would work If you could just tell me how to use it.. lol

(sorry getting off subject)

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ January 10th, 2006, 7:44 pm ]
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Ooooh hmmm.... if you give me a few jedi pics to go by, I'd be more than happy to see if I can slap something together for ya :D

Author:  Jax Nova [ January 10th, 2006, 7:48 pm ]
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That's one of my problems I can't seem to find many Jedi pictures....

But it's ok if it's to much bother I don't mind it's not that big of a deal.

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ January 10th, 2006, 8:03 pm ]
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^_^ I know a perfect place to look.... what name/writing do you want on the banner/avatar?

Author:  Jax Nova [ January 10th, 2006, 8:08 pm ]
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For over a thousand generations the Jedi knights were the guardians of Peace and justice in the old republic. Before the dark times. Before the Empire...

(stoll it off a picture but that's ok... and if there is any spelling mistakes in it sorry)

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ January 10th, 2006, 8:23 pm ]
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Oh, and no name? Ok ^^

Author:  Jax Nova [ January 12th, 2006, 4:50 pm ]
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No no name.

Thanks a bunch for the help!

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ February 2nd, 2006, 12:08 am ]
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-A Modern day character-
Name: Julie O' Conner

Specialty: Criminal Profiler for the FBI, tracking professional and serial killers.

Age: 28

Skills: Excellent marksman with handgun. Overall very athletic and agile, able to handle herself in hand to hand combat.

Appearance: Brown hair, though with tinges of red true to her Irish nature, not far past the shoulder, naturally wavy. Sports a healthy tan. A fair face with a pleasent smile and sharp blue eyes. Wears casual clothes, mostly jeans and a casually pretty short sleeve blouse, though often is found wearing a black suede leather jacket over this to conceal her weapons.

Weapons: several various handguns, her favorite being her Glock21 .45 caliber auto and her law enforcement issued Glock G18 9x19mm handgun.

Vehicle of transportation: A Ford Explorer, dark green in color (She hates being like all the rest of the agents with black vehicles :D tehe)

History: Julie was born in a small town in the state of Pennsylvania, living a simple life, but when her mother was killed by a serial killer when Julie was only 15, she vowed to make it her business to put killers behind bars. In the criminal defence, she went far, and with flying colors, her specialty becoming profiling and tracking paid killers as well as serial stalkers and killers. Julie was accepted into the FBI and made a name for herself with her firey Irish temper and nack for picking up small details that may go unoticed in a case and fitting them into the situation like puzzle pieces to create the full picture. She was good at her job, and she did it all in the name of her mother...

Author:  Jax Nova [ February 2nd, 2006, 4:43 pm ]
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Hey, nice character! Like the FBI stuff... lol

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ February 2nd, 2006, 4:52 pm ]
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^^ Woohoo, then maybe you'll like the rp I started in the Non-Lotr RP section.

Author:  Jax Nova [ February 3rd, 2006, 2:27 pm ]
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I'll check it out.

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ April 8th, 2006, 1:17 pm ]
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Name: Tolur the Bold

Race: of Men, Gondor

Gender: Male

Age: 45

Occupation/title: Independent tracker for hire.

Hair: Shoulder length, dark brown, a bit shaggy and unkempt, with a gruff short beard, reddish in color.

Eyes: Fierce dark eyes

Height: Rather tall at 6’ 3”

Other Appearance: Darkly tanned, not bulky, but strong, with the ability for quick and silent movements.

Clothing: Dark colors, to blend with shadow and forest, a large cloak to easily conceal his tall figure.

Belongings: Bow and arrow, simple in design, a sword of Gondorian fashion, as well as a few miscellaneous daggers and knives. Carries with him always rope, and plenty supplies to last him through long lengths of time. A horse, a mare, dull bay in color, which he has a strange habit of merely calling “Mare”

Expertise: Sword, bow, and tracking, as well as silent stalking and disguise. Often hired by highly held men of Gondor to track or follow individuals, and at times return them at all costs.

Personality: Rather cruel at times, uncaring of any individual, willing to kill if he must. Quiet and direct to his tasks, not one to pause for chit chat.

History: No one knows where he had come from, though it was said he had elven in his blood, but it is only rumored, and he does not speak of his past, though it was known that he had lost his family when he was yet young and was then raised by a strongly militant Gondorian, who had found him after the loss of family. Being raised in a strict manner, Tolur became a tracker, and was urged to join the Gondorian military, but he made the decision to focus instead on selling out his services, and became a ruthless hunter, firm in his emotions and quick to his task. He was highly sought out for his work, and hired by some of the more important and well respected Gondor men to track down criminals and haul them back, and often given orders to dispose of the more dangerous ones.

Author:  SI~Dhodrimme [ April 14th, 2006, 11:58 am ]
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I decided I hated her story and it needed a more realistic effect to it....


Name: Maihele Ali'Bealathavain

Translation: Death-Tears, Shadow Guardian of [the] Spirit

Race: Dark-Elf

Title: Death's Guard/Death's Hand/Death Hunter

Age: Ageless, or unknown

Appearance: Pale complexion, nearly white, with slender features and a porceline doll-like facial appearance, though mature and fair. Raven black hair, layered and shoulder length, a lot of the times drifting over half her face, greatly contrasting her near white skin. Eyes of a deep color, glimmering like black pearls, though the iris at times flickers with an amethyst glow when caught by a certain light.

Personality: Quiet mostly, and cold, seeming without feeling, harsh in words at many times and vicious, without emotion. Sly in actions, like a cat, and cautious and complex in her wording, in attempt to instill confusion and intimidation.

Attire: Black tunic and pants, slim to her figure, with nearly knee high black boots, all in a matte finish, for concealment. Wears a large, well covering, black cloak, able to blend with shadows. Occasionally wears gloves, since her hands are so pale.

Weapons: An elegant black bow, with grey shafted, black fletched arrows. Two sais, their hilts black in color, with a silver glint in the edges of the bindings, the blades of a silver color, but with black runes deeply engraved on the surface of the deadly metal.

Other: A marking running down the full length of her right arm, that of entwined vines, twined around two black sais, point towards eachother, lengthways down her arm, along with runes of an ancient and lost tongue.

History: Maihele knew not where she was born, nor had she known her age, all that dwelt in her memory was being raised by a dark-elf sorcerer, and trained in the deadly dark arts he was devoted to. She had always refused to treat him as a father, for deep within was the feeling she had not belonged, and thus she knew him only as Firbrar.

The name meant Dark Crafter, and the sorcerer held little to none emotion within him and it was his claim that he held a realm of his own with black colors as his banner though his tale was that it had fallen into ruin and existed far beyond the Northern regions. Firbrar described these lands to her as desolate forests and abandoned fields, a land where many a sorcerer was born to. He had called himself Death, and took joy in slaying the innocent in cruel ways, as though it were the sight of blood he survived on.

Maihele at first refused to be taught by him, but soon learned it would prove painful to go against his word and orders. She had been a malnurished girl, pale to look upon, with a face striken by sadness, but she grew in strength and grace despite the beatings and starving, for Firbrar's training was ruthless and uncaring.

As Maihele aged in years, Firbrar discovered a cold way about her, and built upon it with his own influence, but Maihele was not fully turned by his dark ways. She had weakness of emotion still, and fell in love with a man who began to show care toward her, even when he heard what sort of being she was under apprenticeship of. It was by his convincing that she made the decision to leave. She escaped Firbrar when chance was given, married the mortal, and began to raise a family.

Firbrar, however, was furious at her decision and went in search of her, the betrayal proving fatal for Maihele’s husband, and even her two children. Maihele was furious, and she herself faced Firbrar, but was severely wounded in the battle that ensued. However, the dark sorcerer needed and wanted her, and returned her to health, but kept her under his influence, her existence becoming a life of pain and confusion, until she learned how to hide emotion.

Maihele rebelled against Firbrar once again, and sought to keep death from many who would surely be welcomed by their earthen graves by the cruel being who played the part of the reaper for his own amusement. Firbrar hunted her, and ran from her at the same time, a rule being whoever came between her and the dark sorcerer would die by his hand. It became a lonely life, and she grew more bitter and cold as the years wore on, a cold beauty dwelling as her presence. She remained on her path of chasing Firbrar, taking the title of “Death Hunter” intercepting Firbrar whenever he attempted to reach his hand out to grasp a soul undeserving of death, but never once was she able to catch the sorcerer himself.

Firbrar enjoyed the games of cat and mouse, and would even tell her, by way of written notes, who his next victim would be and where she would find them, just to enjoy seeing her attempt at saving those he went after. Several times Maihele found herself accused and sought after for the deaths she failed to prevent, for she was seen when shortly after it happened, and the rumors spoken of her were cruel and heartless, but she had a task, and she continued it, even if she could not gain trust.

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