I have returned to the forum! It has been so long so give me a bit of time to get settled properly.... I look forward to getting back into the swing of things!

Details:


Where: Rivendell

When: Early years of the Fourth Age.

Storyline: Tahlavain in her youth dwells in Rivendell, where she is often found studying in the libraries or practicing Archery in the fields, but she cannot wait to learn the art of swordplay! And what can it hurt to get into mischief with a few friends or talk with incoming strangers?

These are peaceful times, though I'm not saying the participants of this RP can't run into a few stray wildmen, orcs, or wolves. Adventure is welcome, but socializing comes first.


My Rules:


1. (Most likely the most important) No drastic powers, such as instantanious healing,
conjuring elements (Unless you're a wizard or something, then a storm or two won't hurt...), and no teleporting. I want this to be as natural as
possible. You can have skills, such as good fighting abilities, and you
can be skilled at tending wounds and such, but nothing drastic.

2. No powerplaying without permission, since this may come off as rude to some people, and thus create an awkward RP. Powerplaying or GodModding is when you create actions and reactions for your fellow RP'ers and you post them as your post without permission from them personally. Basically GodModding is also when you try to take over the RP and make it focus on you and your situation without permission from the creator of the RP (Myself in this case). (Disregarding this rule could lead to you being severely scolded and shunned from the RP)

3. If you join the RP late, please read the whole thread before posting.
It will cut down on confusion.

4. Please keep your one-liners to an extreme minimum! And also, please be generous with the information on your character.

5. Last, but not least, give everyone a fair chance to participate by waiting for them if they have trouble keeping up. I know
things get out of hand and we all have a hard time with considering
everyone, but we can at least try, because we all have busy lives. (Including myself)

If you'll post your character bio with the word "Aeronna" added to the end to be sure I know you read all the rules, I will be happy to accept you! Once characters come aboard, I will bring forth the first post. Have fun!

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My Character:

Name: Tahlavain
Translation: Blade-spirit

Race: Elf/Unknown

Age: In this RP she is merely 21

Skills: Healing, Archery, and in this RP she'll gain her other skills.

Appearance: Dark, nearly black hair, and crystalline blue eyes, with a fair face. She usually wears light forest clothes, of elven design, but she occasionally wears elven dresses with silver lined cloaks. Always wears a cloak.

Lineage: Unknown.

Weapons: A strangely designed sword, akin to an elven design, but straighter and with a pale blue blade matching her eyes, inset with several small blue gems. It also has a deep blue hilt with silver vine designs and a large grey stone set deeply in the end of the hilt. The sword was named Corasar, Legend-Seeker.

History: Tahlavain was found as a young child, lineage unknown, outside the gates of Rivendell. None knew how she came to be there, but they noticed something strange in the child as soon as she was taken in, a sort of air about her. They named her Tahlavain, meaning Blade-Spirit, for she carried, or more so dragged, a strangly designed sword when she first came, and had appeared as though she were a spirit, for no one had seen her come. She was intelligent, and strong minded, and would often be found burying herself in books of ancient texts.

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~Cyclist in Training~

SI! I missed you! I'm glad you're back! I'd like to join. One question- how many characters are we allowed to have? I'll get my bio/s up soon!

^I might just join this...

Here's my bio...

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Name: Aramel Elyanwë

Picture: http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i272/Varianna/aramel.jpg

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Age: 2936

Appearance: Blue silk buttoned tunic, black leggings, silver boots. Long brunette hair that she keeps braided, hazel eyes, and a single golden Elanor in her hair. (see picture )

Personality: Aramel is kind of introverted since her parents' deaths and is not quick to trust anyone unless they can give her proof that they are a good person. She is warm and understanding, however, but can also be a fierce fighter.

Weapons: Long sword with a black hilt and red elvish inscriptions, white carved bow and arrows

Background/History: Aramel was born in Rivendell as an only child. Her parents' names were Faeron and Ithilwen, but she never knew her parents well, since they were killed by a group of orcs when Aramel was very small. She dwells in the House of Elrond, but can almost always be found outside practicing her archery. She learned early on how to use a sword. She also travels alot with Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir.

Other: She has a horse named Bree, a white stallion.


Aeronna

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I hope that will suffice...

i would love to join!

Name: halana (pronounced h-uh-lAna)
Age: 17 in human years
Race: elf
Sex: Female
Apperance: she has soft blonde hair that seems to sparkle in the sun and even in the moonlight. her eyes are a striking light green. she 's girly and likes dresses but also has a tom boyish streak in her so she wears pants and tunics just as much as she wears dresses
Image: .http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s211 ... nt=elf.jpg
Personality: girly, sweet, sassy, tomboyish at times, likes the outdoors. strong, but trusts to easliy. Fights to get what she wants.
Weapon: a sword named, Thalion which means "hero". a small dager
History: she's been living in Rivendell all her life. she is not of noble birth, her parents are normal elves living in Rivendell. Halana wants a life away from her parents, she wants a life of adventure and honor. she's set out to be on her own now. she's never really had any friends becuase her parents have kept her very shelterd. one thing they did allow of her, was that she got to learn how to fight and do sword play.

Aeronna

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All who call on God in

This sounds like fun!

Name: Fearan
Age: 36
Race: Dunedain
sex: male
appearance: Tall and dark haired, like most dunedain. He has grey eyes, and a short stubbly beard.
personality: jokster. He doesn't take things too seriously.
history: He's had a very ordinary past (For a dunedain ranger) he grew up in a small villiage, whre he was taught all the skills he needed to know. He is best with a bow, but he can still handle a sword and a dagger.
Steed: Mare named storm. http://www.bitsandbytesfarm.com/horses/ ... 13_395.jpg

*Psst, Nauriel- make sure you read all the rules! *

I so wish I could join, but I'm on vacation...for like a million years (actually two months).

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Thanks Nurratiel, *Ennostiel*, PD, and Githoniel

( I suppose i will join for I am trying to see if i can manage atleast six Rp at once I am up to four. And once a long time ago SI~Dhodrimme you joined my Rp's and made them interesting so i am returning the favor.)
Name: Deawen
Age: 20
Race: Human
Family : not of importance because she is the last of her line.
Appearance: long copper hair that is always pulled into a lose but practical ponytail. She wears black mostly black cloak tunic and riding skirts. She is only 5ft tall very short but not stocky very slender and lean.
History; she was born in Rohan to a horsebreeder and raised quietly but always got into mischief she would take things serously but still wind up in trouble. she has been a varity of roles from Handmaiden to mercenary.
(aeronna)

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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

Name: Morwen Brighthelm

Race: Human

Age: early to mid 20s

Skills: Swordplay, axe throwing, mounted archery

Appearance: Of average height (5'5''), blond hair, blue eyes, outfit changes

Weapons: Standard Rohirrim issue: sword, bow, axe, horse motif throughout.

History: A shield-maiden of Rohan from the Westfold, her father was a horsebreeder to the Royal House of Rohan. Her mother died when she was 3 years old, and her brother was killed in the cavalry just before the War of the Ring, father died of old age several years later. Was wealthy until the burning of the Westfold. Left just after her brother's death for Edoras to become a hand maiden with Deawen. Eowyn sparks her interest in the tradition of shield-maidens, soon after joins the cavalry. Due to the deaths of several prominent officers and lack of other candidates, is appointed captain in the cavalry, answering only to Erkenbrand, Eomer, then the King. Sent to capture Deawen and her mercenary forces, fails, then discharged by Wormtongue. Goes with Deawen and continues the quest to defeat the hordes of Mordor.
(Sorry, that's rather long...)`
~Aeronna~

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Alright then! Apologies for my absence, I had a little problem with my account being deactivated, but I am returned to you now! It's good to see all the old faces again... Thank you all for joining and we shall now start.

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It was clear and bright, the perfect sort of day to show the beauty of Imladris, but not even the prospects of adventure and mischief could draw Tahlavain from her studies today. Having selected a choice few books from one of the various shelves, she sat herself down on a near bench.

The crystalline-blue-eyed young woman was dressed in a casual green gown, a cloak of a silky black color, edges embroidered with silver, adorning her shoulders. Her hair was done in the usual elf fashion, though her ears, only ever so slightly pointed, gave away the fact that she was not in the least a full blooded elf.

Her glance strayed briefly from the rune-strewn pages to see who else might be present in the book room...

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Here's my bio!

Name: Hathru
Age: Fairly young for an elf- he looks around 25
Race: Elvish and a quarter human.
Appearance: Tall. He has light brown hair, about shoulder-length, and grey eyes. He has a narrow face, and isn't particularly handsome.
Personality: Friendly and easy to talk to, but quiet at times.
Skills: Scouting, forestry, Elvish lore, and weapons (bow, sword, and knives).
History: Hathru was born in Rivendell, the son of a half-Elf woman and an Elvish man. He started learning to use weapons at a young age. At times, he serves as a scout for other Elves, or a messenger between human and Elves.
Aeronna
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Hathru walked into the library and saw Tahlavain sitting there. He smiled. "How are your studies going?" he asked, choosing a book for himself off the shelves. He sat down in one of the ornately carved chairs and casually crossed his legs.

(Alrighty, Elegost, when I login next time I'll add you )

"My studies are going very well, milord, I thank you for inquiring" Tahlavain murmured in response to Hathru, though her glance only strayed briefly before she again returned her eyes to the pages of written knowledge.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"There's no need for the formalities." he said. "I would feel more comfortable if you called me Hathru." He smiled at her concentration on the book, then opened his own.

Deawen stood on a balcony with a bored expression. she stared down at someone who she regonised as Elegost. she had seen him before several times but never really knew him. " Giving up so soon My Lord? " She called to Elegost from her balcony. " The last time I have ever seen you shoot like that was when I attacked you " she said in a matter o fact tone she wasn't proud of that day nor was she ashamed.

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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

In a pasture adjacent to the shooting range, Morwen slowly went through parries, lunges, and maneuvers. She focused on feeling the power in her arms, and felt it flow to the tips of her fingers as she turned and threw all of her energy into a wooden target. Her sword sank into the wood with a satisfying thud. She stood straight and yanked the steel out of the wood. The handle of the sword was the standard Rohirric design, but the blade did not fit that design. The steel was bright, with the slightest of blue tints and a beautiful design of galoping horses down the blade. She picked a few splinters off the edge and stopped to admire the design. The smiths of Lorien had done har a great honor. She resumed her braced stance and continued beating up the target.

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I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

"None the less, milord Hathru, I am taught to be formal, and as an addition to my written studies, my spoken manner must also be practice," Tahlavain again replied, though her gaze was now beginning to wander towards the window which let through the brilliant rays of sunshine, enticing her to join the light of day.

"Suddenly, however, my studies look less appealing," she vaguely murmured as she set aside the book and stood to her feet. "I believe I shall catch a breath of fresh air." She seemed a quick, spur-of-the-moment sort of being, and her swift step and bright, child-mannered expression further portrayed this example as she made her way to the exiting archway.

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