Hello!

I'm starting a new RPG, obviously.

This is about a girl, my new character. She's kinda mysterious but gorgeous, people are attracted to her naturally, here's her profile:

Name: Nessima
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: 2200
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Attire: Her normal attire is a knee-length, form-fitting dress. The dress is Blue to match her eyes. She wears a simple silver chain with a heart locket.
Personality: Sweet Hearted and willing to help. Social but also likes her space. Flirtatious.
Weapons: She keeps a bow and arrows, but carries a small dagger wherever she goes.
Background: She lives in the woods in a small house by herself. Most of her background is unknown.

umm, feel free to start it off

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I'll join. Heh heh, I couldn't start it off if I tried... [shifty eyes]

But here's my bio.

Name: Alatariel
Age: She's an elf. Old.
Race: Elf
Appearance: long coppery colored hair, slightly wavy. Blue eyes and tanned skin.
Personality: not always social, but nice when she wants to be.
Weapons: a bow and arrows and a sword.
History: Alatariel travels around and does what she wants when she wants.
Other: Her horsie's name is Wildflower. She's big and brown.

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Awesome Here I'll start it off:


Nessima stood up, looking out over the forest from the very top of a tree. She'd been in the tree all morning and was thinking about going home for lunch. She sat back down on the branch she was standing on and then began to climb down. She jumped from branch to branch with ease and swiftness. Her feet hit the ground with barely a sound and she starts off to find her horse Leya. She finds her a few feet away, grazing on some shrubs. In one swift leap Nessima mounts Leya and rides off towards home.

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Yay^^ New RPG -is to lazy to start her own- Is it okay if I just join with my usual:

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)

Married: nope

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
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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 mother 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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Rhavaniel sighed in the shadows, her eyes reflecting the light she sheltered from. The pounding of hooves caught her delicate ears, and she turned, reaching out of habit for the dark bow that lay beside her.
The unheathily white fingers stroked the wood as she sprang up, eyes fixed on the source of the noise.

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Cool, I'll join.

Name: Ellarak.

Gender: Female.

Race: Dark Elf. (But she goes undercover as a "light" Elf. Nobody knows that she is dark.)

Age: 2,621

Hair: Midnight black.

Eyes: Blue-gray.

Clothing: Blue and black tunic, leather boots, and black arm and shoulder guards.

Weapons: A curved Elven blade with a swirling pattern carved into it, and a sapphire on the hilt.

History: Unknown. She usually appears and disappears to quickly for anyone to find anything out about her.

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Nessima trotted along on Leya, every now and then looking to the side or behind her. She approached a shadowy area to the right of her, but she just trotted on by, watching it out of the corner of her eye.

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*Ellarak was sleeping in a nearby tree, the noise of Nessima woke her up. She got up cautiously and peered down at the passing-by Elf.*

"What do we have here?" Ellarak murmered to herself.

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((I guess I'll play the only human... http://arwen-undomiel.com/forum/viewtop ... 350#377350 < click for bio))

A hooded figure, riding a bay stallion. With brown eyes, he scanned the ground, carefully watching the footprints on the ground. For two days he had been tracking a small band of about five orcs that were on the rampage. The footprints were fresh, the orcs had passed by maybe only an hour ago. With a grin, the young Dunidain made a kissing noise, and Hathel, the stallion, went straight to a gallop. Within minutes the orcs were ahead.
Pulling out his sword, Morcun beheaded the first orc, and sliced the hand off of another, who screamed in agony. Hi scream was suddenly halted when his throught was cut. The third had been trampled by Hathel, and soon the fourth and fifth were down.
"Thats what you get for stealing," Morcun said, dismounting, and taking a golden necklace from the hands of a headless orc...

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Alatariel halted her horse, her pointy ears alert. She thought she had heard an orc scream, but she couldn't be sure. From what she could tell, wherever the orcs were, they were a good distance away. Wildflower stamped impatiently. The elf turned the large brown mare around, curious as to what had made the orc scream.

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Nessima halted her horse, hearing and catching a glimpse of something in a tree near by. She looked around cautiously, but told her horse to walk on.

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*Ellarak silently slide down the tree and drew her Elven blade. She slowly followed Nessima walking carefully so that she did not hear her.*

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Rhavaniel swung herself onto the back of her horse, and bent low over its neck, urging her through the dense woodland until her emerald eyes caught sight of Nessima.
"Aaye, mellonamin!" she called out, halting her steed, and smiling.

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Morcun was about to mount Hathel, when the horse perked his ears in one direction, looking very alert.
"What is it boy?" Morcun murmered to the horse, and glanced around. Once or twice he thought he saw a shadow moving.
"You think we have company, Hathel?" the horse nickered, as if to reply...

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(I'll be human too, Euraina!)
Bio:
Name: Fearan
Gender: Male
Race: Dunedain
age: 28
apearance: Tall, grey green eyes and dark brown (almost black) hair.
weapons: Sword, bow, and dagger.

horse.
Name: Midnight Rose (Called Middi or Rose for short)
Color: Liver chesnut. http://www.foxtrottersusa.com/horse/chi ... ddler3.jpg
gender: female
age:4
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Fearan heard the battle and his heart plummeted: sort of. He had been hopin for the chance to tear the life from that band of orcs, but he wasn't sad that it had been done. He paced Middi through the trees, looking at the man who had so skillfuly killed the enemy. He looked well enough, so Fearan nudged Middi foreward and out of the tree line, exposing himself to the man who had killed the orcs. "Hail, sir. I am Fearan, who also searched for this band of orcs."

(yay!)

Morcun nodded.
"I am Morcun. And they don't call me Morcun Firesword for nothing. I see you are of the Dunadain. I'm also of that race," he said, extending a hand to shake.

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Alatariel halted her horse in front of the group. So he was one of the Dunedain.
"Mae govannen," she said. "I am Alatariel." She didn't ask the question that was pressing on her mind; why were all these people here?

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