This is just an RPG that's setting is in Mirkwood. My character, Amara, is one of the main characters. The plot is that there is evil lurking in the forest of Mirkwood, and Amara and co., (you guys!), are going to find out what it is, where it came from, and destroy it and it's creators. If we succeed, we will be rewarded for heroic bravery.
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Amara walked out of her abode, after doing her daily chores. Her piercing blue eyes scanned their surroundings, and looked over every little thing. Suddenly, she heard a noise; a rustle perhaps, and her pointed ears perked up instantly. She sauntered over to a cliff and looked out into the horizon. Nothing. She sighed and shook her head. "Maybe, it was my imagination..."

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Name : Rhavaniel Atlanta ( but nicknamed Vana)
Race: High Elf
Hair: raven black
Eyes: green with flecks of gold
Appreance: tall, slim, good looking
Clothes: An elf tunic, lofty white shirt
Weapons: Two twin elf blades, inherited fr4om her father, a bow of the Galadrim
Personality: pessimistic, helpfull, proud, witty, arrogant, kind
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Vana stood straight on the road through Mirkwood. She was on duty tonight, and responsible for guarding the Old Forest Road that lead through Mirkwood. Something was wrong though, there was near to no wind. She was uneasy and relived when a second elf joined her on the other side of the road. She nodded and signaled that everything was alright at the moment.

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Name: Tyrstlen Starlight
Race: Half-Elf Half-Human
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Bright Blue
Appearance: Average height, slim
Clothes: Elvish cloak that is midnight blue and matching outfit
Weapons: A long-sword
Personality: Smart, Kind, Loving, Somewhat pessimistic.

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Amara walked back down the cliff and walked over to where her friend Vana was. She folded her arms and looked around some more, just to be on the safe side. She sighed and looked to Vana, just by a glance. "They're out there somewhere..." She told her quietly. "I can feel them... hear them." She rested her hands on her hips and then rested her gaze on Vana; waiting for a response.

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Name: Aranelwen Laurefin
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Age: 1,983
Eyes: Deep Green
Hair: Golden (second name means Gold Hair, was given that name by her grandfather, her father's father)
Appearance: Tall, elegant, noble looking
Clothes: Wears a riding outfit (much like Arwen's in Fotr) of deep emerald green, (makes her eyes stand out)
Weapons: Long sword (Angamir) Long Bow, small hunting knife
Personality: Easy going, somewhat care free... optomistic (sp?)
Brief History: Was born of base birth, served the Queen for a time.. found out that she was the Queen's niece... (aka Legolas' cousin) Lives in Thranduil's halls.. is ready for some adventure...

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"Dont call me a wimp Amara, but something's up. I can taste it in the water, I can smell it in the air, I can feel it in the earth..."
Vana pushed the strands of hair behind her pointed ears. She was so untidy- for an elf. Her hair always came undone, and she was pretty clumsy when it came to anything like sewing or painting or hair braiding. Vana much preffered archery, swordsplay and combat. Thats why she had joined the Kings Guard. Suddenly a gust of wind swept down the path, tossing up dead leaves, and echoing danger. Rhavaniel put a hand to her bow and surveyed the road again. Wishing, that whatever it was would jump out and attack them- or just run off. She didnt really mind all that much...

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Name: Telepulma (Male)
Race: Elf
Apperance: Tall, slim, long blonde braided hair, blue eyes.
Personality: Serious most of the time, it's hard to get him to smile. Brave and is willing to put his own life on the line to save others.
History: A soldier of Mirkwood who was at Mordor during the great war. He now is a guard for The king of Mirkwood.

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Telepulma walked down the path. He had come back from his recent scouting mission. He had seen nothing come close to Mirkwood apart from the odd small animal. He was walking back carrying his bow in hand and being his usual quiet self, quiet even for an elf. He carelessly stepped on a branch making a loud noise as he approached the area where the guards would be...

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Aranelwen walked aimlessly through the woods... she was safe as she well knew for the guards post was not far away, still she jumped when she heard a twig snap loudly. She pushed her hair back behind her ears, pulled out her bow and placed an arrow on it. She readied herself for whatever came around the corner....

Telepulma continued to walk round with his head down. He went round the corner and looked up and on instinct drew an arrow of his own and aimed at the elf.
He looked at her with a look of anger and shock.
"Why are you pointing your bow at me?!"

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Aranelwen held her ground "I could ask you the same question!! What is your business here??" She could see he was an elf (that was obvious) and that he was from Mirkwood.. but she had never seen him before in this part of the wood. She tried to look noble and fearless but she looked rather scared and shy when some of her long golden hair fell in front of her green eyes... she waited holding her position and her breath in anticipation, waiting to see what the other elf would do...

He frowned and his tone became much lower.
"Listen here! I am a guard of Mirkwood, put down your bow! Or I will shoot you myself."
His hand drew the arrow back further.

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Now Aranelwen was becoming angry "No! You listen here! Would you harm the Queen's own sister-daughter? Cousin to our dear Prince and a lady at that?!?! What manner of guard are you if you threaten a lady who was only startled and striving to defend herself?!?!" Aranelwen set her jaw and stared hard at the he-elf...

As soon as she spoke he loosened the bow string and knealt down, bowing his head.
"I appologise my lady. I didn't know you were of royal blood. You just took me by surprise"

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Aranelwen's face softened as he said this "You are forgiven, noble guard. From now on please try to treat all ladies with such respect, even if you do not know their lineage. I am sure you startled me much more that I did you. Come the guards are probably laughing at us by now.... I am Aranelwen." She put back her bow and arrow, then held her hand out to him, waiting for him to stand.