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Name: Rowen Thorim
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 50
Eye Color: Steel Grey
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Appearance: Short and stocky like all of his race, Rowen is easily overlooked in a crowd. He wears sturdy boots, brown pants, a black shirt, and a brown leather overjerkin.
Personality: Quick to anger and slow to forgive, he is vengful toward those that harm him, but fast friends to those who render him aid.
Background/History: An Emmissary for King Dain, he travels often between the lonely mountain and the other lands of Middle Earth.
Weapons: His Trusty Battleaxe

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Married Artemis Fowl on July 16, 2007
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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

Rowen Thorim sat, trussed up like a pig ready for the spit. His hands itched for his battleaxe and he mumbled curses at the orcs who had captured him. Unfortunately, they had grown tired of his constant stream of loudly proclaimed objections and had stuffed a gag in his mouth to keep him from talking.

Oh, yes, just wait until I get my hands on my battleaxe, you vile scum he thought bitterly, just you wait...

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Married Artemis Fowl on July 16, 2007
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The Seemingly Nice But Actually Really Nasty Nazgul
School ate my life. *sigh*

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Anira began to desperately work at her bonds, longing to run her blade through the orc's vile heart. Wait until I free myself. she thought, anger flashing through her aqua eyes as she gritted her teeth in frustration.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Arey cursed the orcs silently, trying to free herself with out much avail. Her mind felt hazy and her forehead still throbbed terribly. She turned and looked at Turwaithiel, who was now talking.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

May I join?

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Amaran groaned as the pounding darkness that had surrounded him slowly faded into an eyespliting brightness. His head hurt, his side hurt, his wrists hurt...the list of what hurt was longer than that of what didn't. Dragging himself into a sitting postition, he found his hands tied. The grogginess that clouded his mind wasn't natural. Thinking was like trying to drag himself through waist deep mud. Must a' been drugged. Was his first thought. Harsh, confident footsteps clinked behind him, the sound of armour clad feet drawing near. Amaran looked up into the face of an orc. "

"You're awake, I see" The orc grunted, as though Amaran couldn't see that for himself.

"Yes, I am" He replied, still trying to fight the haziness in his mind. The orc uncerimoniously left leaving Amaran vaguely watch him as he sauntered off.

"I said, you dumb orc, I'm going to stick my blade through your gut and kill you, and all of your friends. I am not scared of you or your minions and if you dare threaten me or my companions again, we will fight, and you will die. Got it, or was that to confusing for your little vocabulary?"

The voice who said that was strong, light, and female, not nearly gruff enough for orc standards. He swung his head to gaze at the speaker. A dark haired elf gazed ferociously in turn at an orc. Swears then erupted from his left: another young woman, this one light haired. A bloody gash decorated the side of her pale face, a stark contrast of red on white. "Where are we?" He asked sloppily, the efects of the drug not yet gone.

Arey looked at Amaran steadly with her pink-red eyes. He looked in worse shape than the rest of the group, "I really don't know," she answered slowly. "Are you hurt?" she asked, conserned, even though her own head throbbed up a nightmare.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Deawen had remained silent but not from fear or cowardice she just had nothing to add she wasn't one for banty of words she was one to just do the deed not talk about it.
she was lucky and knew this she was not injured and wasn't drugged but being a captive isn't what she had in mind.

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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

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(Bumpies!)

"No..." Amaran answered. He touched the side of his face, to find it caked in blood. "Well, maybe...probably. We'll know....We'll know after this drug has worn off....." He plunged his head into his hands and grasped his hair. The world around him swam in a thick, sickening haze that couldn't be thrown off. "How about you?"

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Anira continued to work at her bonds, not caring that some of the ropes were starting to chafe her skin. Suddenly another orc came up to her and slapped her across the face. Anira spat back at him, ignoring the small trickle of blood that flowed from her lips. "Filthy dog," she cursed at him, her eyes shining in defiance against her captor.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

"No, just some interesting bruses," Arey wispered back to Amaran. Her head was starting to clear up and she was begining to think stait again. She started slowly working on her bounds.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Can I join?

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