I cut it down a fair bit to try and make it a bit more bearable to read, also took out all the canonical Tolkien stuff and replaced it with general/more relevant to the plot we have going here xD


Name: Meliya Ardorion
Nickname: Mel
Gender:Female
Age: 2,160 (usual age I have her set as, but this can be adjusted/lowered if you usually work with lower age parameters for elves :P)
Physical Description:
A tall and slender she-elf of typical height for her kind (I'm not an expert on elvish heights but I would have a guess that they're usually somewhere between 5'8" and 6', though I can't back this up with any certainty so for this I think it's better to remain vague to say "average height" or "tall" or "shorter than usual" XD), appearing steady and strong in frame despite her slenderness. Blonde hair and pale ice-blue eyes typical of the rest of her kin, however her hair is rather distinctive in that it isn't straight as the rest of her kin's. Instead, Mel's hair forms distinctive, albeit loose waves. In the way of scars, she has received a fair few in her lifetime. Though many of them have faded, two still remain visible. The first and largest, a jagged line of pale pinkish-white raised skin, running from her right shoulder and diagonally downwards to stop at her opposite hip. The majority of this scar is generally well-hidden behind her clothing though the beginnings of it can often be seen at her collarbone just above the neckline of her attire. Her other significant scar is rather more obtrusive, spanning from her eyebrow and down across the bridge of her nose. Both are battle scars from her first real skirmish which she wears rather proudly.
Attire:
"Casual"/"Everday" attire can be seen in above ID picture

Personality:
Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down, it just takes a while to get to it.
Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a starving wolf keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.
Has somewhat of a way with words, but doesn't tend to do well in long political meetings. She is an elf of actions rather than words at the end of the day, and having to sit still in a meeting hall full of other individuals bores her to death, so she would rather avoid it! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her. Can be stubborn and is also not unknown to act first, think about consequences later, often landing her in sticky situations.
History:
Her mother is a well-respected healer within the kingdom, while her father is a trusted and high-ranking general. Mel had always had her father's fighting spirit, and indeed the elfling picked up her first weapon when she was knee-high to a dwarf, learning basic combat moves from her father who was all too glad to teach her to defend herself. When she came of age the two butted heads somewhat (due to his overprotectiveness of her, as she was their only child) as she expressed the desire to follow in his footsteps and train as a warrior rather than have the quieter (or rather, less dangerous) life of a healer like her mother. After much debate, in which her mother took her side and pointed out that if he had wished her to be a healer from the start, he should not have encouraged her to fight so easily, Mel's father finally agreed and her warrior training began. She breezed through her training with ease and was soon given a low-ranking command position; and sent out into battle for the first time where she received her first scars in the line of duty and her first promotion to Captain, whereby she would have command of her own unit. This is where we currently find her, though with one more thing to add. The mantra that had been drilled into her head over and over again by both her mentor and her father: "The only good Drow is a dead Drow". Will she believe it, or is she more likely to take a dark elf's character at face value if she met one? Only time will tell.
Weapons: Mel's primary weapons are a bow of dark finished ebony wood, and a rapier for close combat. Secondarily, she has a pair of fighting daggers, though she tends to favour her bow or rapier over these.

Name: Nathe Ranadil

Nickname: Ran

Gender: Male

Age: 2,532

Physical Description: Dark skin, as is normal amongst his people, as is the snow white hair from not having seen the sun for his entire life. He has more muscle than the typical elf, sacrificing agility for brute strength. Unlike most drow, his eyes aren't the deep red that has come from adapting to the darkness. His eyes were a light yellow, almost golden in color.

Attire:




Personality: A quiet man of few words. He doesn't like to be the first one to speak, preferring to listen than initiate conversation. Despite that, he has been found to be very vocal when it comes to things that he finds unjust. When it comes to morality, he is very passionate. Other than that, though, he makes it incredibly hard to allow others close to him.

History: Nathe was born to two drow warriors, both training hard to be included in the dark elven army. At least, they did until his mother became pregnant. He was brought up as any drow was, trained in the art of war and taught the horrors of humans and the naivity of the forest elves. The difference between him and the other drow, though, was that the thought never sat right with him. He tried to research on his own, but any books available to him were written by the same prejudice drow that suggested these severe outlooks. So, he had no real luck studying up on the true history.

That was, until he met one of the elders of his sect of dark elves. The man claimed to have been alive during the first great war with the humans. He talked to Nathe about the way the drow used to live, as one of the elves, before they split into dark and forest elves. He explained the drow's concepts and why they chose to leave Elwyn's grace in favor of Inioch's. He also spoke of how he failed to change the drow as he wished to when he left as a brash youngling. It was all very radical, but it aligned with what Nathe had suspected for years.

He spent centuries under this elder's tutelage, learning everything he could about the old life and the forest elves and the humans. He continued to learn until the elder passed on. It was a sad day, the last of the knowledgeable drow having passed. This cemented Nathe's plan of action, though. He adopted a nickname, calling himself Ran and hiding himself from his drow bretheren. He left the cave systems, moving back to the surface. He had learned all he could from speaking with the elder. It was time for him to experience the above world for himself and his lost brothers and sisters that still hid away in the forest.

Weapons: Ran's primary weapon is a longsword and shield. He has a second sword at his side and a dagger tucked away as well, in case he loses one of the primary weapons. His true secondary weapon, though, is a longbow.