Name: Nessa Miriel
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance (facial): She has thick wavy dark brown hair that goes to her mid-back. She often wears it pulled back into a low tail to keep it out of her way. Her eyes are hazel. Her skin is rather pale although she spends most of her time outside in the wilderness.

Clothing: Her clothing is extremely simple, consisting of a long sleeved black shirt, and dark brown pants made of soft leather. She thinks that armor interferes with movement and speed so for protection (if it can be called that) she wears a light brown leather vest that is open in the front. Since she does a lot of walking in wild terrain she has cream colored leather boots that go to her mid shin. They are extremely flexible and soft, allowing for easy movement and comfort.

Weapons: A 40" elven sword, and a short curved hunting knife.

Personality: She prefers to keep to herself although a nice conversation is always welcome. She is independent, with a fiery temper and spirit to match. Although she is untrusting of strangers, once her friendship is earned she is faithful to the end.

History: Nessa grew up in an elven village on the edge of mirkwood. Although the elves there aided their kin when the need arised, few knew about them. Her father taught her to wield a sword with supreme skill and that fact made her fit in with the boys much more than the girls. She liked nothing more than to spar with the warriors-in-training, and often ended up winning.
When she was in her late hundreds (the equivilant of a 16 year old?) she went out on a hunting trip by herself. When she returned three days later she found her village leveled and her family and friends either captured or slain by warg riders. On that day she swore to hunt the warg riders until her revenge was fulfilled. She spent decades hunting and killed countless wargs and riders. She perfected her technique in battle and soon was a figure that the orcs knew and loathed.
While quest to destroy the ring was occuring, Nessa joined a small scouting party of Galadhrim in an attempt to forget the events in her past and move on. After fourteen years with them a fateful battle occured. The scouting group was strong and could hold there own against most enemies. But on a stormy automn night the group was attacked by a pack of uruk-hai. All of the elves were slain save for three and they were toyed with until the uruk-hai grew bored and left them to die. Two of them passed on after only a few hours but Nessa miraculously managed to survive the night and get to Lothlorien. After her wounds had been treated she left the golden wood.

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Nessa knelt down on the dirt path, running her hand over the dust. [i]They passed this way[/i] she thought, [i]no more than an hour ago. [/i] She moved further up the path before sinking into a crouch again. Her eyes scanned the dirt for any sign, a moment later she found it. A large paw print, too big for a dog and too oddly shaped for a wolf. A large grin spread over her face. [i]Wargs[/i] she looked at a smaller print next to the warg's, [i]and riders.[/i] She stood up and looked down the path. "They're going for speed, not stealth," she muttered to herself, "otherwise they would never travel on a footpath."
Nessa ran in the direction the tracks pointed, glancing down every now and then to make sure she didn't lose the trail. It seemed like it had been mere minutes when she burst from the trees and found herself in an open plain. She cursed silently, the trail had ended with the trees and now she would have to track in the open. With an exasperated sigh she started forward.

((first post, yay! ))

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(well hello there! Welcome to the rp section of AU... in which I spent a lot of time... mind if I join you? I have a character that suits this thing...)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Of course you can join!

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(Oooh! fun! ^^ Since it seems to be during or not too long after the ring, I suppose my character Silmarwen is free and not being used in an rp of that time... Mind if I join? ^^ I'll be gone for maybe a day or so.... so I'm sorry if I don't get to post too often.)

Name: Silmarwen Idril

Surname: Elenwe/Elenwesse

Gender: Female

Age: Somewhere around 2000 years (at the time of this rp)

Race: Half Elf, half star-born

Appearance: Long dark brown hair, which shines chestnut in the sunlight, usually done up in elvish fashion, but sometimes tied in a ponytail. Dark brown eyes, and a fair, youthful face. Tall, like an elf of course, but not overly tall, around the height of 5' 8" Slender, of course, but in good shape, strong and agile.

Clothing: Usually leather arm guards, of elven design, a dark green shirt with a tan leather slender form cut vest. Black or dark green pants, slim fitting, with almost knee high dark leather elven boots, of much the same design of the arm gaurds. Always has a cloak, an elven cloak of Lorien, though ocassionally wears darker colors depending on where she happens to be roaming.

Weapons/Equipment: A sword (broadblade not elven, though she owns an elven sword), two elven daggers, and a few small knives hidden here and there. A bow with plenty of well made Lorien arrows.

History: (Tis in tha character section... too long to post here. lol)

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Silmarwen had her hood pulled close as she watched a group of warg riders while she stood in the shadows of the forest. They were quite a distance off, but approaching quickly, having come from the opposite forest far across. Her elven eyes scanned the far forest edge, as she noticed a figure on foot. it's not a warg rider... nor a man by the way of the walk.. but still too far off to tell... she decided to wait within the forest for both the warg riders and the stranger, her hand tapping her sword hilt restlessly.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Name: Faradrick

Race: Human/Dundeling

Age: 31

Appereance: has a scared face with his right eye almost blinded by a wound from a rohirrim sword, long brown hair, a sturdy built body and a long brown beard.

Clothes: Brown clothes with a leather runic on the clothing that reaches his knees, the armor is over these clothes.

Equipment: An Uruk Hai armour shaped for a human, but uses a looted Rohirrim helm as, which has a horses head as the nose cover of the helmet. A mace and a kite shield to protect him.

History: Used to serve Saruman in the war of the ring, but when Saruman was defeated he and his countrymen ran to the mountains to regroup. They found themselves also with Uruk Hai, warqs and few orcs in the mountains so they decided to unite them all under one banner, but the choise of a leader was far more dfficult. So a small tournament was set and the strongest battled for the leadership and finally a young Dundeling prevailed named Faradrick. He began gathering an army to find his followers a place to start their own kingdom after many years they had been growing in numbers. Faradrick seaches for a home and perhaps on the way he might take revenge on the Rohirrim that had stood in his way in the past....

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Faradrick stood in his tent looking trough some maps for his next move, the camp was safe in a small valley and they would be moving out tommorrow. So far he had been able to convert orcs and more wildmen to his cause from the mountains, the fear of his forces had made small groups to turn into his cause. As their symbol they still carried the white hand of Saruman, whom they had served years ago. Now Faradrick decided to make his move on Rohan or it`s borderlands, he wanted to estabish a kingdom of his own and to one day conquer Rohan itself.

The Uruks were eager for revenge as they all and Faradrick had sent a group of warq scouts onwards to scout the areas. Soon enough his force of 4000 men would be moving towards Rohan, not perhaps enough to oppose a great threat, but at least to give one hell of a fight.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

((wow, people are joining so soon I'm amazed...but extremely happy!))

Seeing that there was another forest across the grassy plain Nessa broke into a run. If the wargs reached the forest there was no telling which way they might turn, and picking up a dead trail was not an easy task. She scanned the forest edge, looking for any sign of movement. She was about half way over the plain when she saw the group of warg riders dissapear into the trees.
Not slowing her dead run she was soon at the forest edge. She groaned slightly and rubbed her temple wearily. Her movements stopped abruptly, had she heard something? It was coming from a more shaded part of the trees. In a fluid movement she had her sword drawn and at the ready. The noise had seemed too slight to be an orc or warg but at this point Nessa had seen almost every circumstance and she wasn't taking any chances.

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Name-Elenanna Lothenedhel

Translation- Stargift, Blossom of Elves

Birth Year-SA 4048

Skills-Can use any weapon given to her, also controls the element of Air, telepathy and foresight-given to her by her mother.

Hair-Silver colored

Eyes-Silver

Face-resembles her mother and sisters

Lineage- Mother- Galadirel
Father- Celeborn

Siblings-Celebrian and Falathiel

Married?- Yes, to a high Elf, Voronwë

Children?- Yes, twins, Nedhudir(M) and Eruaveil(F)

Weapons- Mithril Elven daggers with 8 inch long handles-Names are Din (Silent) and Aha (Rage)
Bow of the Galadhrimm, along with a quiver
Mithril longsword with a black,gold, and silver handle-named Celebmegil (Silversword)

Animals-An immortal silver Meara, Shadowpax, the daughter of Shadowfax, and twin immortal gray/white half wolves, Mellon and Draug

Basic clothing-Not in battle- blue tunc with silver etchings and white breeches along with her Lothloren cloaks and brown boots. She also wears a silver belt
Battle- Grey-silver tunic and breeches, her armor which has her symbol on it (the blossom) and she doesnt wear a helm but a band with a protective ornament shaped as a dragon which covers her nose and around her eyes, black boots and her red cloak.

History- Elenanna was born in Lothlorien. She was raised as a warriror and soon became one of the March Wardens of Lothlorien, along with the rank of a Master Archer. She is called the Blossom of Lothlorien because of her exceeding beauty, and also her widsom
In TA 20, soon after the Last Alliance, she met Voronwë, a high elf of Mirkwood. He was actually the uncle of Legolas Thranduillion, who would be born soon. Elenanna and Voronwë fell deeply in love and soon married.
They had twins, who were slightly older than Arwen Undomiel. Elenanna and Voronwë moved to Imraldis, where they dwelled for over two thousand years.
When Celebrian was travelling to Lothlorien, Elenanna, who was with child accompanied her. When they were attacked, Elenanna was forced to drink a solution that tasted foul. She didn't know that it was supposed to kill the child.
When they were rescued by the twins, Elenanna worried for Celebrian. They both recovered fully, but Elenanna's child had been a stillborn. Voronwë and Elenanna mourned over the loss of their child and Celebrian, but they soon recovered.
Elenanna stayed in Imraldis for a while and in TA 2985 she went to Lothlorien with her daughter, Eruaveil and they stayed there until the summer of 3018. They went back to Imraldis along with Arwen and was greeted warmly. She went to the council, and was made a Protector of Frodo. She protected him througout most of the quest, but was captured by Sauron and tortued for informatiion, but not enough to turn her into an Orc, and apparently not enough to get her to give him the information. She was nearly dead when she was brought out to be a token for an agreement. She was grabbed by Aragorn before the last stand of Men. Surprisingly, she managed to survive the last Battle. She recovered fully, and went to Aragorn's coronation and her neice's wedding. She lived in Gondor and acheived many honors. She will continue to live there until her King has died, then she will travel to the Undying Lands.

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((I don't have any idea how to join..))

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The wargs had passed Silmarwen before she had realized it, as she was preoccupied with watching the figure, which she identified as a fellow elf. Taking off at a quick run to catch up with the wargs, she stirred a stick in her haste. ah, just what I need... to be caught... She stopped ubruptly, smelling smoke in the air. Just beyond the forest there was a valley, and she spied a small sliver of smoke trailing into the sky. She was torn between slaying the wargs and finding out what this camp was all about. She might rouse the camp if she were to fight... and what of the other elf? Rare was it that an elf would hunt alone, But I hunt alone... she remained stopped, deciding to await the elf.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(hmm... jump on in whenever you can, Elenanna... if it's ok with Nessa lol. This is going to be a popular rp ^^ weeee! lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(*gaspeth* I reached 100 posts! Yay!)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

((I don't mind, whoever wants to join can feel free to do so.))

Nessa scanned the shadowy area of the trees. But her attention was suddenly drawn to black smoke, only a thin line on the horizon but still noticable. A camp out here was almost unthinkable. If it was attacked there would be no aid within three days ride, and even then they would have to rely on some outer village's medicine woman for help. She looked back into the trees and froze in place. She had definitely seen movement in the trees, slight though it was. She tighted her grip on her sword hilt, "is someone there?" she yelled to the shadows.

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(hm..*still has no clue*)

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Silmarwen spoke in a low voice, almost right beside the elf. "it isn't very wise to shout... " She stepped out from behind the shadows and bowed. "I see I have met a fellow lone hunter... seeing as how we're both elf, I see it rather impossible that either of us could be scouts for the enemy..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(you'll find a place, don't worry, just be random. lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Name: Amoniel Elensar
Race: Mortal
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: very little people notice Neal, she is good at spying and can keep in the shadows, she has dark hazel-green eyes, also lgiht blonde hair with soft curls, fair skin, very pretty for a mortal
Powers: spying, ranger abilities
Weapons: Bow Nestariel and Sword Urúvion
Parents: Hebion of Belfalas and Celunibeniel of Belfalas
Personality: always eager to learn new things, sometimes has a quick temper
Animals: palomino horse, Hareth, chestnut war horse, Alata, and dog,Saerwen
History: Neal was born in Belfalas where her parents were royalty. Once her parents were murdered when she was 16, she was pressured to take up some of their duties. Instead, she fled to Rivendell where she lived for about 2 months. There she learned the tounge and worked with many of the Elven warriors, she became and expert archer.

She then left and was taken care of by a spy and ranger master. There she stayed until she was almost 18. Once her Ranger master died of old age she decided to live on her own. She moved around, never staying in one place to long

She took to being a Ranger. Although she was young, she was very skilled, Neal was is often underestimated. She took up spying jobs for various employers. This strayed her down a dangerous path but she seemed to self-correct herself along the path that would lead to self-desctruction.

Once she turned 19, she turned away from her 'self-employed job.' She now conceals her past. But she still has many secrets. She works as a spy for Gondor and works for the throne. When she was 20 she married a Gondorian knight, Dominic of Gondor.

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(ok i'll join randomly... lol...)

Amoniel crept from the shadows. She was planning to follow the two elves, as spying was her best thing she could do. Silently she crept to behind another tree.

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