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I'd like to submit Amaron, as is...
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Name
Lavender (don’t call me Lav!) James
Age
Lavender turned 11 in April
Appearance
Lavender is tall, well built and rather strong but not very athletic. She usually wears her black hair in a pony tail. Her sparkly green eyes may look innocent, but do not let her appearance deceive you.
Personality
Lavender is an open, outgoing, friendly girl. Intelligent, quick witted and mischievous, Lavender does very well in school and takes pride in her academic achievements. Her playful manner ensures she always has plenty of friends who enjoy her company and sense of adventure.
History
Lavender is adopted. This is uncommon in the wizarding world, but there you have it. Her biological parents were considered strange, and didn’t mingle with the townsfolk. When they were killed in a freak explosion that destroyed their house, leaving little baby Lavender completely unharmed amidst the rubble, nobody knew what to do with the girl. One of the first responders was an open minded young man. He and his wife had been trying for a baby for a long time. Rather than abandoning Lavender to the harsh reality of foster care and social services, he offered to take the little bundle of joy home, fully aware of the implications and the risk of having to give her up again.
When no relatives appeared to claim the little rascal, her foster parents filed the adoption papers. They had fallen in love with the intelligent and mischievous little girl and quickly learned to deal with the strange things that always seemed to happen when Lavender was around.
When the Headmistress of Hogwarts came to their house to explain to Lavender that she was a witch and that her biological parents had been magical folk as well (the explosion turned out to be a failed attempt at inventing a new potion or spell), a lot of things fell into place for the young girl. Lavender’s parents fully support her going to Hogwarts and are thrilled to see all the marvels and wonders Diagon Alley and the magical world have to offer.
BloodType
Full blood. But having been raised by muggles means Lavender does not know whether this is relevant, or should be.
Wand
Willow, 10 1/4, with a core of Veela hair.
Pet
Intrigued by the idea of owl post, and eager to keep in touch without setting her apart from her peers, Lavender’s parents bought her a barn owl in Diagon Alley. Lavender named her April, because, like her, the owl was born in that month.
Name
Lavender (don’t call me Lav!) James
Age
Lavender turned 11 in April
Appearance
Lavender is tall, well built and rather strong but not very athletic. She usually wears her black hair in a pony tail. Her sparkly green eyes may look innocent, but do not let her appearance deceive you.
Personality
Lavender is an open, outgoing, friendly girl. Intelligent, quick witted and mischievous, Lavender does very well in school and takes pride in her academic achievements. Her playful manner ensures she always has plenty of friends who enjoy her company and sense of adventure.
History
Lavender is adopted. This is uncommon in the wizarding world, but there you have it. Her biological parents were considered strange, and didn’t mingle with the townsfolk. When they were killed in a freak explosion that destroyed their house, leaving little baby Lavender completely unharmed amidst the rubble, nobody knew what to do with the girl. One of the first responders was an open minded young man. He and his wife had been trying for a baby for a long time. Rather than abandoning Lavender to the harsh reality of foster care and social services, he offered to take the little bundle of joy home, fully aware of the implications and the risk of having to give her up again.
When no relatives appeared to claim the little rascal, her foster parents filed the adoption papers. They had fallen in love with the intelligent and mischievous little girl and quickly learned to deal with the strange things that always seemed to happen when Lavender was around.
When the Headmistress of Hogwarts came to their house to explain to Lavender that she was a witch and that her biological parents had been magical folk as well (the explosion turned out to be a failed attempt at inventing a new potion or spell), a lot of things fell into place for the young girl. Lavender’s parents fully support her going to Hogwarts and are thrilled to see all the marvels and wonders Diagon Alley and the magical world have to offer.
BloodType
Full blood. But having been raised by muggles means Lavender does not know whether this is relevant, or should be.
Wand
Willow, 10 1/4, with a core of Veela hair.
Pet
Intrigued by the idea of owl post, and eager to keep in touch without setting her apart from her peers, Lavender’s parents bought her a barn owl in Diagon Alley. Lavender named her April, because, like her, the owl was born in that month.
YUP!
Do I need to resubmit my character or can I just move her in?
Do I need to resubmit my character or can I just move her in?
awesome, let's get this show back on the road!!
Anyone still around for this??
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amaron had kept a low profile during the feast. The battle still weighed heavily on his mind. The band of Orcs had needed to be stopped, it had been causing way too much trouble for the innocent people of this area. Amaron had also accepted the fact that this band of Orcs bode ill for the future. Orcs had been keeping a low profile since the reign of Sauron had ended all those years ago, and they were far too stupid to come up with a gameplan like this on their own. Though this band had been defeated, Amaron feared that their problems had only just begun.
He had spent the beginning of the night sulking. He hated the aftermath of the battle. Killing Orcs was fine, but somehow it always took him a few days to recover from all the violence, the chances he had taken, the risks of battle. The risk of getting hurt was always present, as was the risk of losing consciousness. For Amaron, being aware of what was happening around him was crucial.
In spite of his own feelings, he certainly understood how the slaughter of the Orc band gave the people of Breeland cause for celebration, and he accepted his fair share of thanks and congratulations with good grace. As soon as he realised this, he made an effort to force his concerns and gloom to the back of his mind. The food was excellent, as one would expect from Hobbits and people used to dealing with them, and the booze certainly made forgetting the battle a lot easier. All in all, Amaron had a better evening than he’d expected.
He had sat quietly in a corner while Raven indicated options for their next move on his map and discussed options and allies. Thanneth’s suggestion brought everything he had pushed aside back into his thoughts, and he sat quietly, listening and contemplating options. Rivendel was fine, but seeking Saruman’s council would bring him awfully close to home. Memories of Minas Tirith and Osgiliath flooded his thoughts, and for a moment, he was overcome by an almost unbearable sense of loss and grief.
In his current state of mind, Raven's order to go to bed almost came as a relief to Amaron.
Lost in thought he entered his room and locked the door behind him. In spite of the apparent safety of the bolted door, he waited until he was certain everyone else had gone to bed before removing his gear and settling in for the night. As he fell asleep, his last thoughts were with his family and his city he could no longer call home.
The next morning, Amaron awoke as the others began making their way down stairs. He dressed quickly, and after a moment of consideration strapped on his weapons. He disliked breakfasting in his full gear, but did not enjoy the idea of leaving his things unprotected. They were all he had left of his old life. He double checked that everything was in place before unlocking the door and joining the others for breakfast.
Seeing Raven and Eros eating stirred his appetite in spite of his weary mind, and he joined the others, ready to eat as much as he could before they would be hauled off for the next leg of their journey.
He had spent the beginning of the night sulking. He hated the aftermath of the battle. Killing Orcs was fine, but somehow it always took him a few days to recover from all the violence, the chances he had taken, the risks of battle. The risk of getting hurt was always present, as was the risk of losing consciousness. For Amaron, being aware of what was happening around him was crucial.
In spite of his own feelings, he certainly understood how the slaughter of the Orc band gave the people of Breeland cause for celebration, and he accepted his fair share of thanks and congratulations with good grace. As soon as he realised this, he made an effort to force his concerns and gloom to the back of his mind. The food was excellent, as one would expect from Hobbits and people used to dealing with them, and the booze certainly made forgetting the battle a lot easier. All in all, Amaron had a better evening than he’d expected.
He had sat quietly in a corner while Raven indicated options for their next move on his map and discussed options and allies. Thanneth’s suggestion brought everything he had pushed aside back into his thoughts, and he sat quietly, listening and contemplating options. Rivendel was fine, but seeking Saruman’s council would bring him awfully close to home. Memories of Minas Tirith and Osgiliath flooded his thoughts, and for a moment, he was overcome by an almost unbearable sense of loss and grief.
In his current state of mind, Raven's order to go to bed almost came as a relief to Amaron.
Lost in thought he entered his room and locked the door behind him. In spite of the apparent safety of the bolted door, he waited until he was certain everyone else had gone to bed before removing his gear and settling in for the night. As he fell asleep, his last thoughts were with his family and his city he could no longer call home.
The next morning, Amaron awoke as the others began making their way down stairs. He dressed quickly, and after a moment of consideration strapped on his weapons. He disliked breakfasting in his full gear, but did not enjoy the idea of leaving his things unprotected. They were all he had left of his old life. He double checked that everything was in place before unlocking the door and joining the others for breakfast.
Seeing Raven and Eros eating stirred his appetite in spite of his weary mind, and he joined the others, ready to eat as much as he could before they would be hauled off for the next leg of their journey.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Never said anything about high elves. Simple wooden longbows also do a lot of damage.
First post is on its way... as soon as I can get to my laptop!
First post is on its way... as soon as I can get to my laptop!
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Finally got around to posting my CS in the character thread.
Please have a look & let me know if it needs any tweeking!!
Please have a look & let me know if it needs any tweeking!!
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1: Name: Amaron
2: Sex: Male
3: Place of Birth: Minas Tirith
4: Age: 24
5: History:
Born and raised in Minas Tirith, Amaron’s family knew all the stories about Sauron and his armies and made a point of telling them to their children and children’s children. They believe firmly in the city’s role of watchman, and consider training for the defence of Osgiliath and keeping an eye out for activity in Mordor a sacred duty. Amaron spent some time training under Faramir, who has taken a liking to the unlikely soldier. Unfortunately neither this affection nor his skill with weapons and horses could save him the humiliation of being kicked out of the army and the city, forever separated from his home, his army, his family.
In a last, desperate attempt to contribute to the safety of Middle Earth, Amaron followed rumours of a band of Orcs tearing through the land. His hunt caused him to cross paths with Raven and his band of mercenaries. He eagerly accepted an invitation to join them, though he tends to keep to himself.
6: Race: Human
7: Random Information:
Amaron is the third of five children. Their mother died giving birth to Gonnor, 14 years ago. Their heartbroken father never remarried, and the boys basically raised themselves.
Amaron is tall and slender, almost frail. He lacks facial hair, and because of his appearance, he was rarely taken seriously by the others.
His father judged him too frail to fight, and sent him to work among the women. Amaron did not appreciate this, so he spent most of his life sneaking out to train with his older brothers, who laughed at him at first. This made him even more determined and he trained night and day. He is much stronger than he looks, has some impressive skills with a sword and shield and is the only person in his family who can handle an elvish longbow. He has learnt to use his appearance and agility as an advantage, and it has been several years since any of his brothers could defeat him in combat.
2: Sex: Male
3: Place of Birth: Minas Tirith
4: Age: 24
5: History:
Born and raised in Minas Tirith, Amaron’s family knew all the stories about Sauron and his armies and made a point of telling them to their children and children’s children. They believe firmly in the city’s role of watchman, and consider training for the defence of Osgiliath and keeping an eye out for activity in Mordor a sacred duty. Amaron spent some time training under Faramir, who has taken a liking to the unlikely soldier. Unfortunately neither this affection nor his skill with weapons and horses could save him the humiliation of being kicked out of the army and the city, forever separated from his home, his army, his family.
In a last, desperate attempt to contribute to the safety of Middle Earth, Amaron followed rumours of a band of Orcs tearing through the land. His hunt caused him to cross paths with Raven and his band of mercenaries. He eagerly accepted an invitation to join them, though he tends to keep to himself.
6: Race: Human
7: Random Information:
Amaron is the third of five children. Their mother died giving birth to Gonnor, 14 years ago. Their heartbroken father never remarried, and the boys basically raised themselves.
Amaron is tall and slender, almost frail. He lacks facial hair, and because of his appearance, he was rarely taken seriously by the others.
His father judged him too frail to fight, and sent him to work among the women. Amaron did not appreciate this, so he spent most of his life sneaking out to train with his older brothers, who laughed at him at first. This made him even more determined and he trained night and day. He is much stronger than he looks, has some impressive skills with a sword and shield and is the only person in his family who can handle an elvish longbow. He has learnt to use his appearance and agility as an advantage, and it has been several years since any of his brothers could defeat him in combat.
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