Aramel !
^^ -glomps-
May I join as one of the 'elves'?

Name : Rhavaniel Falathiel
Age: N/A
Race: Elf, descendent of Thuringwithal, the Vampire Maya
Hair: midnight black
Eyes: emerald, speckeled with deep gold (most prominent thing about her)

Lineage:
Mother: Melda the Fair
Father: (blood) Lodaelin , (adopted) Andor the Bold, the Chief Advisor of King Thranduril

Siblings:Twin brother Sadron the White (albino)

Children: none

Family: Turwaithiel [cousin]

Weapons : A beautiful black bow with an intercate silver pattern of vines on it. The arrows are long and have black swann feathers. The quiver is also black with the silver silver outlines of
a dragon on.
Two twin knives, silver.

Occupation: Marchwarden and Head Archer
Pic: http://img419.imageshack.us/img419/7034/cat6dn.jpg

History: The aranged marriage of her mother Melda, to the Ambasodor Andor (lit. Steaward), let to her own disgrace. She started an affair with a mysterious person (neither elf nor man, but a creature of blood) named Lodaelin, with whom she had two twins name Rhavaniel and Sadron.
Her father, driven mad with anger attacked Lodaelin, who, after a threat killed his wife.
The two children got the blame for their mothers death, and were abused by their father. Sadron ran away into the wild, ashamed by his liniage, whereas his sister stayed for love and pity for her father. For a time the abuse grew worse, but with her newest occupation as head of the guard and Head Archer, she found she managed to avoid staying in the same room as him for a while.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

(just as a Regular Human not a ranger. I have never been good at playing rangers or elves)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Here's my charrie!

Name: Caledon
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Dunedain
Appearance: Shoulder-length, shaggy brown hair, deep blue eyes. Average height, thin by still muscular.
Clothes: Dark pants and tunic, worn leather vest, dark green cloak.
Weapons: A longsword, bow and arrows, several daggers.
Personality: To be developed
Skills: Tracking, fighting, woodcrafting

Cool, we could probably start, but I might wait to see if anyone else wants to be a Dunedain Ranger or Human.




*Huggles Rhav* Of course you can join, sis!

Is there anymore room for another dunedain???? if there is i'd like to join!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... hp?t=14799

okay... it's the first bio on the first post, and the third bio on the second post!

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Wow I didn't know your name ment 'God is Graciuos'...that is so rock!!!!

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

((yeah... Eru is God, and Gracious is raina... together Eruraina... Of course... I got that name by my real name in elvish! lol! You probably didn't that before my name was Eruraina, I was Shieldmaiden? lol...))

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

I'll join as a dunadan!

Name: Fearan
Age:35
Appearance: http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/ ... _Seven.jpg
weapons: Bow, sword, a dagger or two.
Specialities: Skilled horse trainer, tracker, and archer.

Horse: Wilwarin: http://www.makebelievefarm.com/sales/im ... acquie.jpg
sex: Mare
age:3
specialities: Speed, endurance, agility.

Here is my bio if I got the spot (see post near top of the page)

Male Human/Ranger
Name-Falcon Hawklight
Translation- Sea-Ranger Protector
Race: Mortal
Birth Year-unknown
Hair-black hair
Eyes-light blue
Face-joyful yet mystrious
Lineage- Mother-Lady Ravalove
Father- Lord Adogeon
Siblings-Alithyra
Married?-No
Children?-no
Weapons- One long broadsword, two Duidain daggers, one rivendell bow with quiver of arrows
Animals: A horse named Whitefire
Basic clothing: black breeches with a light green tunic;black boots with dark black cloak
History- Falcons parents are both nobles, but he has no desire to become a Lord, as his sister has no desire to become a Lady. So, they both left there parents when they where young and went to the Elves for help. They stayed in Rivendell for a time and then decided to go to Rohan and served the King there. They have lived there ever since.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Um...bump! bumpity bumpity bumper bump!

((Bump back at ya! ))

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Anwynn Adelana bent to the ground, searching for any sign of the group of Orcs they were tracking. They were most likely spoils of Sauron after his defeat in the Third Age, which had taken place not too long ago. She could see faint footsteps in the damp ground and knew they were on the right trail.

Standing up, she turned around to face her companions, who were scattered around the grass where they had made camp. "I can see their footsteps - we're not far behind."

(( What time is it? Is it dawn, dusk, noon, middle of the night...))

Lasbelingur took aim. She let her arrow fly. It hit the doe right where she wanted it to. She ran to it and pulled out the arrow. Las brought it to the camp, just in time to hear Anwynn say they were close. She set the doe by the fire, then started cleaning it. "We will have plenty of food, along the way."

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

((Dawn, early morning works, just as the sun is coming up. That way they can get a fresh start on tracking. ))

Morcun was packing up his things in the saddle bag that he had used the night before. When he heard what Anwynn said, he grimaced.
"And I doudt they stopped for the night, and have gotten a few miles ahead last night," he comented...

Eruraina, who was building up the fire, came over to look at the footprints.
"Eh... fresh enough. We're closer to them than we were the day before..."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Fearan brushed Wilwarin's tail, pulling at all the knots. Had she purposely rolled in the mud to tangle her hair? He yanked extra hard at large knot. Wilwarin nickered her discomfort. "You have two options." He muttered to her under his breath. "Stop rolling in the mud, or let me lob of this hunk of hair." With that said, he tore threw the last knot. "Good as new." He said, and gave her a playful slap on the rump. "When do we depart?" He asked Anwynn