[OOC] Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

[Pirouette]

Half-way complete.

[13org]

@LadyRunic
Just wrote a terribly long post talking about my CS... but my pc froze and I lost everything T__T this is what I could remember of it

About the appearance, I actually had a picture (I often build my characters around a picture) but I refrained to use it.
Around 2,40m light green eyes, Agarwaen is a Sylvan elf hailing from Mirkwood (that's why I said that he does not have any bad feelings towards dwarves, different from others from his kind.)

spell check: sorry... I was travelling and wrote it from my cellphone... I use my cellphone to write in 3 different languages, so my auto corrector is very fcked up... this and the fact that my fingers are too big to press those tiny buttons -__-

What I thought originally in my css was he and his parents were watching closely Sauron and when he started to menace the natural balance, they had to go to the war. They had a rule: to never directly take part in a war, unless absolutely necessary. That rule had to be revoked when the War of the last Alliance began. Sauron was too big of a threat... The alliance was enough proof. His power was big enough to make such a big alliance against him.

Agarwaen himself had to go to that war together with his parents due to their group's rules.

His parents died together with Isildur in the Battle of the Gladden Fields, trying to protect the ring. Agarwaen, just like his father, didn't believed that Sauron was gone, convinced that he was a threat that needed to be put down above all else. During the beginning of the third age, Agarwaen, kept close watch to any signals of him returning, honing his skills waiting for when they were needed again. When the witch king appeared and the nazgul began to reappear, Agarwaen was one of the first to try to go against him, taking his rise and the reappearance of the nazgul as signs from Sauron's influence.
I didn't knew if I could just "insert" my character in battles and things that happened in the book, so I kinda scrapped those things... if you want I can revert it to its original state.

About the bow, the idea was just to it to fire oversized arrows Reinforced longbow will work just fine.
The idea behind it was that he needed to literally anchor the bow on the ground before firing it.
My character is an archer. think about a middle ages sniper The idea behind the gaundlet isn't "cutting one's head clean of his body" or other bullshit. The fancy materials were just to protect his hand from the bow's strings. in close quarters, the claws can be used to inflict a decent damage. Mainly using it to cut tendons, veins and things like that. It doesn't cut like a sword, but it can inflict moderate cuts and some decent stabs. Its purpose is to be used as a backup weapon, not a main weapon. using it instead of a sword or a knife, he has better agility, being able to parry other blades, grab them, cut enemies' hands & etc.

[LadyRunic]

@13org I feel you on the big finger syndrome and I'm the same and a woman. -.-"

Alright I'll allow him, Just flesh him out with all that in the CS. The bow still would need to be smaller. You're traveling and that giant bastard would be a HUGE burden even for a Elf. Also note what provisions, money, (horse or no), you have in equipment. If you have it? Note it. Even when the Rp is going. The claws I'll allow, but you cannot slice hands off with them, that'd be going through bone and be a bit much. You'll also suffer penalty while wearing them and trying to use sword or dagger. Grip would be off. I would toss in a sword or such.

And yes you can insert your character into battles and such, just no major roles. Ie. No blood ties, no being a long lost sibling or something. No wire nor husband.

[13org]

@LadyRunic

Nothing like slicing body parts of someone. Just cutting nerves etc.

I'm not a big fan of dismemberment. I prefer small and precise cuts.

Oh, and already found a suitable replacement for that bow.

Posting the CSS now. (Only a slight problem... I kinda got carried over... and my cs became even bigger XD)

[13org]

Agarwaen Braigion

Name: Agarwaen Braigion

Age, Gender, Race: Sylvan Elf (Mirkwood), male, a bit more than 4000 years.

Appearance: Silver, shoulder length, slightly wavy hair. Around 2,40m, has light green eyes. Slender, strong and athletic body. Has a big scar on his chest, that he got when a dragon almost killed him. Delicate face, but piercing eyes. When not wearing his armour, he prefers to wear light and comfortable clothes.

Equipment:

-Special gaundlets

Gaundlets

-His armor.

Mirkwood armor

-A reinforced longbow.

Reinforced Longbow

-Basic medical kit needles, bandages etc.

-A knife he mainly uses to other things than fighting

-A bag of jewels he received from the dwarf.

-A bottle of Dwarf mead.

Personality: Cheerful and relaxed when amongst friends. Loves parties and celebrations. Unlike other elves, he didn't bear resentment to other races, and tries to treat them fairly. When serious, his eyes are piercing. Those who find themselves on the other side of his stare feel like it has no escape from his eyes.

Story: Gather a group to continue his old mission: to maintain the balance between the races, hunting everything that threathens this balance.

Biography:

Wall of Text incoming!!

Some elves believe that there are forces in this world that are strong enough to disrupt the natural order, and if not stopped, will destroy it.
Agarwaen is one of those elves. Part of "The White Arrows", a group created by his parents to maintain the balance in the world, they swore to never partake in any war unless absolutely necessary. They believed that the balance between all races must be maintained.

He and his parents were watching closely Sauron, fearing the actions that he was taking. When he started to menace the natural balance, they had to go to the war.
They had a rule: to never directly take part in a war, unless absolutely necessary. That rule had to be revoked when the War of the last Alliance began. Sauron was too big of a threat... The alliance was enough proof. His power was big enough to make the races form such a big alliance against him.

Agarwaen himself had to go to that war together with his parents due to their group's rules. Participating in every war against Sauron's hordes, Agarwaen's arrows always hit his target, and the help of The White Arrow, although subtle, was decisive to the outcome of the war.

His parents died together with Isildur in the Battle of the Gladden Fields, trying to protect the ring. Agarwaen, just like his parents, didn't believed that Sauron was gone, convinced that he was a threat that needed to be put down above all else. During the beginning of the third age, Agarwaen, kept close watch to any signals of him returning, honing his skills waiting for when they were needed again. When the witch king appeared and the nazgul began to reappear, Agarwaen was one of the first to try to go against him, taking his rise and the reappearance of the nazgul as signs from Sauron's influence.

Following the path that was carved for him, he kept doing this silent work, without even being recognized.

All of this changed when his group got ambushed. Needless to say, some people didn't liked what they were doing. Some called them just mindless killers, worse than mercenaries. Calmly walking back to their hideout, a rain of arrows pierced his and his allies. The poison slowly started to burn their veins with an agonizing pain. Everything was burning, but strangely enough, they felt a deep cold, as they were freezing. The world got darker and everything began to fade. They didn't even saw what hit them.

A couple of days later, Agarwaen wakes up inside a temple. Laying on an Stone bed, he looked around.
The temple was carved inside a mountain, the noise of Hammers striking hot steel, the heat from the forges... they were dwarves. Agarwaen knew that dwarves didn't liked elves very much, and tried to get up, but his body was still weak.
Just as he moved, a dwarf, wearing an angular armor, beautifully crafted, came near him and spoke to him.
"We know what you do. And we are grateful by it. Not many understand the essencial work that you and your friends do." He said.
Surprised, Agarwaen replied "Thank you. my name is Agarwaen, but i think you already know that. My companions... are they alive?"
With a Dark expression, the dwarf looked down, shaking his head. "I'm afraid they are not. The poison was strong enough to kill a Mûmakil. I don't know how you did it, but somehow, you managed to survive." He said.
Agarwaen nodded "I-i see... its sad, but they died doing what they had to do."
"I like your words Elf. Dying is not something to fear or mourn. Dying is merely the completion of one's story. You must continue your job Agarwaen. I can't replace your group, but i can help you." He said.
Snapping his fingers, another dwarf came and handed him a big wooden box. Walking near Agarwaen, he slowly opened it, revealing a huge reinforced longbow and two gloves, made of a sturdy material that he didn't recognize, Strong, but lightweight.
"Its yours. Both marvels of Dwarves craftsmanship. Its arrows can pierce even a dragon's hide. It will take a while for you to get used to it, but after you do, it is a mighty weapon." He said, holding one of its oversized arrows.
"The gloves, they were very hard to build. The materials they are made are a closely guarded secret of the dwarves. Its very hard to come by, and are even harder to work with." He said, showing them proudly.
"Just be careful, their claws are... well... very, very dangerous as you may expect. Don't try to use the bow without them. You will probably lose your fingers if you do. And... well, just don't try to scratch your intimate parts with them!"

Agarwaen took the gifts, and bowed, thanking the dwarf.

"I thank you from the depths of my heart. How can i repay you?" He asked.
"Hahaha! Stop with this bullshit! If you want to repay me, just continue doing what you do, and before leaving, make sure to drink with me!" The dwarf said, with a loud laughter.

After bidding farewell to the dwarf and taking some provisions, Agarwaen started wandering, looking for people who might help him with his task. It didn't matter how strong and experienced he was, a task like that couldn't be complete by only one person. Sadly, time wasn't on his side...

[Pirouette]

Realistically, claws probably do not have the power to cut through armor, though. In fact, tougher leathers will be resilient but not impenetrable for that type of weapon.

[13org]

@Pirouette
Yup. Thats also in.

I dont plan to cut through armor. But Every armor has its weak spots. Joints, spaces between plates of armor etc.

About leather armor, they will be harder to cut through? Yes, but not impossible, and if one aims well enough, they can still inflict disabling wounds (plus, they still have their own weak spots).

They are basically gloves that aid in martial arts. I wont just run around cutting people to pieces, but instead using material arts. Parrying a sword with them, disarming them and breaking their arm with an open hand strike to the joints, perhaps a quick stab with the claws under his arm severing an important artery or hitting a nerve...

[LadyRunic]

@13org Wee! Long! What's his height in feet/inches? (Is newb)

Good, but this group... It would be small. Not well known, probably scoffed at by certain groups. I'm not too keen on it to be honest, but I'll allow it.

Edit: Toss up a last name.

[Pirouette]

@LadyRunic
So I'm super tired right now, otherwise I would finish it but I think the only thing that needs work is the Bio. I'll add the specifics of her training and the recent events concerning her betrayal and walking out on the whole Ranger thing. Let me know if everything else is okay, though. The shorthand bio below is just like an abstract.

Dunedain

CS:
Name: Gweniera

Age, Gender, Race: 64 Years, Female, Númenorean

Appearance: Gweniera stands close to six feet but just under. She possesses a slender, girlish frame with small curvature. Her hair is a brilliant blonde, almost bordering a white color and her hair is often kept loose, lazy bun. Her eyes are perhaps even more vibrate than her hair with an almost glowing green color to them. Her face, adorned with small features, and skin has a creamy white tone and looks soft except for a large scar that runs from the top of her left cheek down to her chin with a slight outward curve to it before continuing across her shoulder. There are a few other pinkish scars elsewhere on her body but none as impressive.

Equipment: Gwen is dressed in a loose, white, cloth, long-sleeved shirt and form-fitting dark brown leather pants. She wears around knee-high leather boots, a brown color slightly lighter than the pants, and wears tight leather gloves that stretch up to her mid forearm. For protection, she wears a similar dark brown, sleeveless leather cuirass. Around her waist is a belt with a holster for sword, on her side, and dagger, across her backside. All is usually partially hidden under a forest green cloak, held around her upper body with a Dúnedain star broach. A quiver of arrows and a hunting bow can usually be found slung around the woman’s back with a small pack of basic equipment, like a sleeping roll. Basic equipment includes tobacco, pipe, tinderbox, hatchet, small cooking pot. Has a coin purse with little money

Personality: Gweniera is considered by comrades as warm, approachable, and very sociable with the exception of a very dry, sarcastic humor that takes one several encounters to understand she isn’t serious. In fact, many first impression consider Gweniera to be quite cold and pessimistic but the reality is she is quite the opposite. She falls into the role of a protector very easy, although recently she has become distraught with recent events that have left her shaken and distracted. You’ll find her a bit slower to trust and perhaps a lack of interest at a companionship, at least at first.

Story: Gweniera has recently recalled her service to the Dunedain Rangers and fled stating that she “quits for good” after a near miss had almost costed her life. The truth is, she had a bad run in with some bandits, betrayed by a friend to be in such a compromised position. Those people are still out there and while Gwen has sworn revenge, she fears that she isn’t well enough to face them.

Biography: Gweniera was born in the region of Eriador to a small family of what seemed like lowly bar owners. It was their preferred patrons that set them apart from establishments, however. The Dunedain Rangers had always called the Barbed Bee a home and it became a sort of front, or headquarters, for Dunedain affairs. As a child, she loved hearing the tales that the regulars had told and always wanted her chance, one day. As she aged, her life of simply being a barmadien would soon turn to becoming an ranger's apprentice, being passed from ranger to ranger as they accomplished tasks of varied difficulty. From then on, she became a full-fledged member, claiming her birthright that her parents had given her, extended life.

[Daft Monarch]

@13orgAgarwaen is just under 7'9"? o.O

[13org]

@Daft Monarch

Nope, around 7'11" basically just like Elendil.
He is an Elf, naturally, he is tall
Do you think that 7' is tall? Thingol was around 9'.

[LadyRunic]

@Pirouette accepted!

@13org lovely, toss Agarwaen in the char tab.

[Daft Monarch]

@13org You got me. I did think that was too tall. :P Nice to be wrong! The hobbit is going to love love love it. Agarwaen is 2 and a half times taller than her. xD

[josephb]

Hider

Name: Eodras

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Gondorian

Appearance: Eodras stands just under six feet tale. He has broad shoulders and a well built frame in general. Being outside for most of his life as made him have a slight tan. His hair is scruffy on top and usually quite short on the side, with a slight stubble covering most of his face. Eodras has olive eyes and a nose which is slightly too big for his face and is bent from breaking it as a child. Apart from the big broken nose, his youth is clear to see with his warm smile, which seems to puts people to ease.

Equipment: Eodras dresses like a Ranger of Ithilien. His outfit is mainly composed of dark brown leather armour and then covered in an olive green hooded cloak. He is usually carrying his long hunting bow wherever he goes and arrows can be seen over his right shoulder, the quiver is hidden underneath the cloak. In the bottom of his quiver is a small pouch of Tharni and also some flints to start camp fires. Attached to the quiver is a small bed roll. A plain Gondorian steel longsword dangles from his left hip and then a plain Gondorian hatchet hangs from his right hip. Finally he has a skinning dagger on his lower back.

Personality: Eodras is a loud character, before he left Belfalas he was always making jokes and winding up people who took life too seriously. In the past few months he's become a bit more of a darker person though. He keeps his darker side to himself though and acts like nothing bothers him, until he snaps.

Story: He doesn't really have a goal, apart from making money, he's just wandering around. Eventually go back to Belfalas when he's ready. Eodras wants to be a better fighter not being a very skilled swordsman.

Biography: Eodras was raised in a small town in Belfalas. His Father, who was called Iolas and used to be a Ranger of Ithilien before he settled down with Eodras' Mother. After a few years they were married but unfortunately she died giving birth to Eodras.

Growing up, Iolas taught his son how to use a bow, a sword and often took him hunting. They lived a comfortable life, it was nothing spectacular but Eodras enjoyed his upbringing. His Father on the other hand couldn't get used to not being a ranger anymore and having no wife. He left Eodras alone a lot and spent much of his time in taverns drinking and gambling. After a while people started coming round to the house asking for money. Asking eventually turned into demanding. When Eodras was twenty three, his Father had been discovered down a back alley murdered.

After the funeral, it turned out that his Father had gambled their house away and Eodras was forced to leave the house. He grabbed his Fathers old gear and decided to head off only to come back when he was rich. He headed North towards Bree, on the way he ran into a merchant caravan.

Let me know if anything's wrong. :)

[LadyRunic]

@josephb accepted

7 foot 11 inches, would be tall evem for a elf. Might not be a bad idea to shave the height a bit, but eh. Thingol was 9 foot reportedly. @Daft Monarch i trust you to make that call as i personally recall glorfindel being tall as well.

Dang it tolkien give us values on hight not just tall, taller, and tallest!

[13org]

@LadyRunic

Yeah... The average height for elfs and humans is... pretty complicated...

Some numenorians can be taller than some elves, and Tolkien often links elves' height to their nobility or power...

Again, 7" can be considered tall, or short compared to Thingol... OMG my brain is farting so hard

[josephb]

@LadyRunic I'll move it across when I'm on a computer. :)

[Daft Monarch]

I believe Thingol was the tallest elf. Or one of.

[13org]

@Daft Monarch

Yup, he was THE tallest.

But their heights is too random y'know?

[Andreyich]

Agarwaen Braigion

Name: Agarwaen Braigion

Age, Gender, Race: Sylvan Elf (Mirkwood), male, a bit more than 4000 years.

Appearance: Silver, shoulder length, slightly wavy hair. Around 2,40m, has light green eyes. Slender, strong and athletic body. Has a big scar on his chest, that he got when a dragon almost killed him. Delicate face, but piercing eyes. When not wearing his armour, he prefers to wear light and comfortable clothes.

Equipment:

-Special gaundlets

Gaundlets

-His armor.

Mirkwood armor

-A reinforced longbow.

Reinforced Longbow

-Basic medical kit needles, bandages etc.

-A knife he mainly uses to other things than fighting

-A bag of jewels he received from the dwarf.

-A bottle of Dwarf mead.

Personality: Cheerful and relaxed when amongst friends. Loves parties and celebrations. Unlike other elves, he didn't bear resentment to other races, and tries to treat them fairly. When serious, his eyes are piercing. Those who find themselves on the other side of his stare feel like it has no escape from his eyes.

Story: Gather a group to continue his old mission: to maintain the balance between the races, hunting everything that threathens this balance.

Biography:

Wall of Text incoming!!

Some elves believe that there are forces in this world that are strong enough to disrupt the natural order, and if not stopped, will destroy it.
Agarwaen is one of those elves. Part of "The White Arrows", a group created by his parents to maintain the balance in the world, they swore to never partake in any war unless absolutely necessary. They believed that the balance between all races must be maintained.

He and his parents were watching closely Sauron, fearing the actions that he was taking. When he started to menace the natural balance, they had to go to the war.
They had a rule: to never directly take part in a war, unless absolutely necessary. That rule had to be revoked when the War of the last Alliance began. Sauron was too big of a threat... The alliance was enough proof. His power was big enough to make the races form such a big alliance against him.

Agarwaen himself had to go to that war together with his parents due to their group's rules. Participating in every war against Sauron's hordes, Agarwaen's arrows always hit his target, and the help of The White Arrow, although subtle, was decisive to the outcome of the war.

His parents died together with Isildur in the Battle of the Gladden Fields, trying to protect the ring. Agarwaen, just like his parents, didn't believed that Sauron was gone, convinced that he was a threat that needed to be put down above all else. During the beginning of the third age, Agarwaen, kept close watch to any signals of him returning, honing his skills waiting for when they were needed again. When the witch king appeared and the nazgul began to reappear, Agarwaen was one of the first to try to go against him, taking his rise and the reappearance of the nazgul as signs from Sauron's influence.

Following the path that was carved for him, he kept doing this silent work, without even being recognized.

All of this changed when his group got ambushed. Needless to say, some people didn't liked what they were doing. Some called them just mindless killers, worse than mercenaries. Calmly walking back to their hideout, a rain of arrows pierced his and his allies. The poison slowly started to burn their veins with an agonizing pain. Everything was burning, but strangely enough, they felt a deep cold, as they were freezing. The world got darker and everything began to fade. They didn't even saw what hit them.

A couple of days later, Agarwaen wakes up inside a temple. Laying on an Stone bed, he looked around.
The temple was carved inside a mountain, the noise of Hammers striking hot steel, the heat from the forges... they were dwarves. Agarwaen knew that dwarves didn't liked elves very much, and tried to get up, but his body was still weak.
Just as he moved, a dwarf, wearing an angular armor, beautifully crafted, came near him and spoke to him.
"We know what you do. And we are grateful by it. Not many understand the essencial work that you and your friends do." He said.
Surprised, Agarwaen replied "Thank you. my name is Agarwaen, but i think you already know that. My companions... are they alive?"
With a Dark expression, the dwarf looked down, shaking his head. "I'm afraid they are not. The poison was strong enough to kill a Mûmakil. I don't know how you did it, but somehow, you managed to survive." He said.
Agarwaen nodded "I-i see... its sad, but they died doing what they had to do."
"I like your words Elf. Dying is not something to fear or mourn. Dying is merely the completion of one's story. You must continue your job Agarwaen. I can't replace your group, but i can help you." He said.
Snapping his fingers, another dwarf came and handed him a big wooden box. Walking near Agarwaen, he slowly opened it, revealing a huge reinforced longbow and two gloves, made of a sturdy material that he didn't recognize, Strong, but lightweight.
"Its yours. Both marvels of Dwarves craftsmanship. Its arrows can pierce even a dragon's hide. It will take a while for you to get used to it, but after you do, it is a mighty weapon." He said, holding one of its oversized arrows.
"The gloves, they were very hard to build. The materials they are made are a closely guarded secret of the dwarves. Its very hard to come by, and are even harder to work with." He said, showing them proudly.
"Just be careful, their claws are... well... very, very dangerous as you may expect. Don't try to use the bow without them. You will probably lose your fingers if you do. And... well, just don't try to scratch your intimate parts with them!"

Agarwaen took the gifts, and bowed, thanking the dwarf.

"I thank you from the depths of my heart. How can i repay you?" He asked.
"Hahaha! Stop with this bullshit! If you want to repay me, just continue doing what you do, and before leaving, make sure to drink with me!" The dwarf said, with a loud laughter.

After bidding farewell to the dwarf and taking some provisions, Agarwaen started wandering, looking for people who might help him with his task. It didn't matter how strong and experienced he was, a task like that couldn't be complete by only one person. Sadly, time wasn't on his side...

@13org

we're going to meet like this or this