Name: Atalante Mithivrin
Race: Human, but with a tiny bit of elf somewhere in her lineage.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Dark brown, wavy. Not very long, but enough to reach past her shoulders.
Eyes: Brown, quite large.
Facial appearance: Quite pale naturally, with a small straight nose and high cheekbones. Gives the impression of delicacy.
Other appearance: Very slender and not strong.
Personality: Insecure, but gentle and kind. Can be shy and is not very brave.
History: She can’t remember, except her name. She woke up in the middle of Mirkwood in the middle of the night and has no recollection of why she was there. She knows she must have known elves, because her name is Elvish.
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A slender figure was illuminated by a very small fire. She had long dark hair and brown eyes, and was staring intently at a map, but she obviously had no clue where she was. Sighing, she folded the map and shivered a little. The night air was cold.

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[Hmm.. I'll join, but where is this set- I'm guessing Ithilien, right? And when? Before or after tWotR?]

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I like to join too.. Is there any kind of plot..?

(I'll post my bio as soon as possible))

Edit: Here's my bio

Name: Firyal
Race: Human, her parents were both Haradrim
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Hair: Very long, red and curly
Eyes: Almond formed, dark brown
Facial appearance: Pretty, many freckles around the nose, quite pale skin (contrary to most people of the Haradrim)
Other appearance: Not very tall, slim, freckled skin
Personality:Confident, caring, (for those she loves) gentle, suspective of strangers.

History: Firyal's parents died before she really knew them, her foster parents didn't really care about her and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. With an arranged mariage they wanted her to marry a Haradrim general who despised so she ran away, heading for Gondor.

Because of the past of Haradrim and the Gondorians, Firyal was taught never to trust anyone who wasn't Haradrim.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(I join! bio> http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/forum/vie ... 45f#477324 scroll down to last bio!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[Hmm... I'm just going to post ^^ Fill me in on the details at somepoint ]

She groaned. Her head was on fire, her body felt like lead, and her neck felt numb. The sky was dark- but had it not been dark when she fell? Or had she fallen? What had happend?; she had no memory of had happend in the few hours before she lost concience.
Her pale skin glistend with moisture in the moon light- Had she been running? The elf shuddered, and attempted to stand, only to collapse in a heap again.
Her hair fell untidily and in lustrous light curls around her face, and down her back. It seemed as if the valar had not put colour in the areas where it lay.
Emerald eyes struggled to focus, but her head- which she had tried to lift thudded gracelessly against the earth, under the long grass in which she lay.

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Through the dark night a shadow found its way from tree to tree. The girl looked around nervously, pulling the hood of her black cloak further over her face, covering her red hair. It was cold and she'd been walking for a long time. She needed to continue though, for she didn't want to be seen by any living creature.

((Yeah.. what kind of plot is it..?))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

The figure stared intently into the night. It was as though she kept imagining things that weren't there, small figments of dream and shadow. She shivered again, her dark eyes a little afraid.

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Abruptly she stopped. She saw in the distance the light of a fire. She had to avoid coming in the neighboorhood of men. She feared them. Pulling her cloak closer around her she went east, taking cover of the trees, placing handy her feet on the steep slope.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

The figure pulled her hood up and again looked uneasily around. She was sure she'd heard something, and she had no weapon to defend herself with. That was silly, Atalante, she scolded herself. Why in Middle-Earth didn't you think of it?

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Roina Eruseen rode her beautiful black mare, Harma through the wood. With keen elven ears, she could tell there were people all over the place...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

The amount of activity going on around her, scared the elf, and she determindly pushed herself up. Wildly her eyes glanced about, as she pulled her elven sword to help her stand.

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Every now and then the girl stopped, listening to every sound she heard: There were more people. The fact she only could bring her dagger didn't comfort her. She could only use it if the worst would happen. If there were more people out there, than it wouldn't be enough.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Roina stopped her horse, and dismounted, checking the spot were she had stopped. "Perfect spot to camp. It's late, and we've been traveling for a few weaks without rest, Harma." Roina cooed her black mare. She untacked her horse, and rubbed her down, then let her graze.

Roina rolled out her bed roll, and sat down on it, taking some lambas bread from her bag...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Once standing, the elf found it easier to draw strength from the weak light.
She stumbled along, at one point nearly walking into something large, glossy and fourlegged that seemed to be peacefully grazing.

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As she also heard noise from her right side, the girls pace quickened. Thinking of that she should have taken another way, not crossing Ithilien, she didn't notice an unsteady rock ,slipped, fell and rolled down the slope.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.