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Username:Vas Khaleen

Name:Dame.Tamz'Kuna The Tall

Age:28

Height:6'6

Gender:Female

Race:Orc

Origin: Tamz'Kuna was the eldest daughter and only living child of a fierce orc warlord, whom commanded a traveling warband numbering five hundred; three hundred and seventy of those being professional warriors though none in the group were to be trifled with. The band was one of those which made orc human racial tensions all the higher, raiding peaceful towns, villages and eventually taking a small keep which of course called for great celebration on the part of the orc's. Looting the keep they drank and feasted on the supplies within, awakening in the morning to find a great host outside the walls; lead by King Cassius himself with a number close to a thousand and a half. King Cassius was to give no quarter, the band had harassed his people for long enough and they had called for their heads few amongst the group were innocent and all had shared in the plunder of those defeated. Tamz'Kuna's father wouldn't surrender however, nor would he hole up inside of the stone fortress; before Cassius's siege weapons could be readied the heavy oak drawbridge came steadily crashing down across the shallow moat which surrounded the tall walls. And several hundred battle crazed orcs rushed from the keep, crashing into the center of King Cassius's army, heavily outnumbered they were quickly encircled by the superior force; albeit they fought down to the last child. Including Tamz'Kuna whom was only eleven at the time already standing at five feet and two inches, and already a tough fighter in her own right not that she stood a chance against any real combatants; it was in a melee between her father and King Cassius in which her father lost his life run through the gut with cold steel. The battle at that point had more or less been ended, most of the band lay dead but Tamz' was still alive and angry, as Cassius slayed her father Tamz rushed the King managing to squirm past the two Kingsguard which defended him; a small dagger in hand she managed to drive it slightly into King Cassius from behind. The blade finding a gap in his plate just near the hip, the blade drawing blood and sticking firmly into his side; she quickly found herself knocked unconscious by the armored gauntlet of a Kingsguard.

They were moving to execute the child as no mercy was the call and of course she had attacked the King himself, but Cassius spared her life finding her courage and ability to survive a battle at such a young age admirable. And he took the child with him sparing her life to allow her to work as a servant, and in the King's castle she grew strong and quickly, standing at six foot one by the time she was sixteen. She was unhappy of course to be imprisoned to the people who slaughtered her friends and family, though as she grew she came to understand why it needed to be done; and what kind of man her father was in truth. Considering her rapid growth and adjustment to human custom King.Cassius began to have her trained, his best knights and master-of-arms teaching her to use all manner of weapon; her greatest talent laying with the sword quickly picking up on its use and handling. Able to face three soldiers together by seventeen, fighting in her first battle for Cassius by nineteen in a small skirmish with a rouge lord; as soon as they felled the wall of the treasonous Lord's keep Tamz' Kuna threw herself first roaring with fury into the breach. She killed many men fighting alongside Cassius's own soldiers, her ferocity and skill fast spreading amongst the men whom attended the battle; and so at the conclusion of the fighting King.Cassius knighted Tamz' Kuna. It wasn't until she reached the age of twenty one that she was selected to be one of the Kingsguard, an honor which every knight dreamt of but few ever reached; her actions in saving the King's own son from a stable fire prompting her introduction into the elite guard. Along with her steadily increasing and well renowned skills in combat.

Profession:Kingsguard

Weapons:
-Great-sword
-Thrusting dagger
-One handed warhammer

Appearance:

Personality:Tamz'Kuna is an incredibly loyal and mild mannered orc, her upbringing with humans curving some of the more savage tendencies of her people.

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Name:Joan AnCraite

Age;23

Gender:Female

Race: Human(unless you discuss it with me AND your idea is approved. Nonhuman Iron Rose Knights must be an extreme minority, at most two out of their number, and if the player count is low, only one)

Appearance:Joan stands exactly at five foot ten inches, her hair and eyes both coal black the hair extending down to barely brush her shoulders. Her build was that of lean muscle with tanned olive skin and a snake like smile.

Personality:Suave, Self-interested, dishonorable

Brief Backstory:Joan was born a commoner on a farm until the war between the elves and men brought out soldiers in droves, both elvish and human not all awful but most abusive. A particular group of Human soldiers raided her families farm after her father refused to give them silver, for his firmness of stance he earned a dagger in the belly along with the deaths of his wife and two sons; Joan at this time was a young woman of only fourteen. When her family was being slaughtered Joan grabbed her fathers sword off the wall and took off out of the back window of the tiny residence, making it into the forest just in time to watch her home burn to the ground; from there she set out across the country doing odd jobs and becoming quite a good sneak and thief. Though she knew it wasn't thievery she wanted to live off of, meeting a troop of sellswords Joan convinced their leader to take her in, quickly learning how to properly use a sword; along with tricks that knights and nobles would frown upon. She stayed with the troop until she was eighteen leaving them in the middle of a battle which was turning against them, because no sellsword ever became rich staying to die for one Lord or another.

Equipment:
-Water hardened leather gambeson
-Light steel mail hauberk
-Steel arming sword
-Steel kukri 14inch

Skills;
-Stealth
-Thieving
-Sword-play
-Archer
i didn't expect to find a LOTR role-play though, its a pleasant surprise.
oh shit my bad, yeah i just joined last night haven't really explored yet. Thanks.
Name:Joan AnCraite

Age;23

Gender:Female

Race: Human(unless you discuss it with me AND your idea is approved. Nonhuman Iron Rose Knights must be an extreme minority, at most two out of their number, and if the player count is low, only one)

Appearance:Joan stands exactly at five foot ten inches, her hair and eyes both coal black the hair extending down to barely brush her shoulders. Her build was that of lean muscle with tanned olive skin and a snake like smile.

Personality:Suave, Self-interested, dishonorable

Brief Backstory:Joan was born a commoner on a farm until the war between the elves and men brought out soldiers in droves, both elvish and human not all awful but most abusive. A particular group of Human soldiers raided her families farm after her father refused to give them silver, for his firmness of stance he earned a dagger in the belly along with the deaths of his wife and two sons; Joan at this time was a young woman of only fourteen. When her family was being slaughtered Joan grabbed her fathers sword off the wall and took off out of the back window of the tiny residence, making it into the forest just in time to watch her home burn to the ground; from there she set out across the country doing odd jobs and becoming quite a good sneak and thief. Though she knew it wasn't thievery she wanted to live off of, meeting a troop of sellswords Joan convinced their leader to take her in, quickly learning how to properly use a sword; along with tricks that knights and nobles would frown upon. She stayed with the troop until she was eighteen leaving them in the middle of a battle which was turning against them, because no sellsword ever became rich staying to die for one Lord or another.

Equipment:
-Water hardened leather gambeson
-Light steel mail hauberk
-Steel arming sword
-Steel kukri 14inch

Skills;
-Stealth
-Thieving
-Sword-play
-Archer
Name:Lyanna Estaril

Age:28



Sex:Female

Race:Human

Appearance:Lyanna is a tall woman standing at six feet four inches, with hard corded muscles beneath her flesh. Short unkempt black hair which barely reaches her shoulders, her left cheek has a single horizontal scar across its surface which extends back to her missing ear. weight around 190lbs.

Class:Solider

Equipment:
-Gondorian full helm
-Gondorian steel plate suit
-Steel mail suit
-Steel hand and a half sword
-Elvish hunting knife

Background
Lyanna was born in Gondor to a low-born family her father was a solider and her mother a seamstress, she seemed to be no different than any other girl till she reached the age of puberty; which is when she hit a massive growth spurt. Ever interested in increasing his station Lyanna's father began training the girl. Her true capacity for violence revealed as she bested her father a captain in only three weeks, as she grew Lyanna trained with the men of the guard and army; quickly catching the attention of the Stewart Lord.Denethor. Lord.Denethor introduced Lyanna to his son Boromir at the ripe age of twenty one, already skilled and well built for war, she was to be the males personal shield in a coming battle in the ruin of Osgiliath and she preformed extraordinarily well. As such she was left there to assist Farimir in holding the ruin, it was during a heavy assault and siege outnumbered vastly that Lyanna deserted her post; unnerved by the Stewarts seeming disregard for their lives. Taking a horse and heading north away from Gondor, still wearing the armor of a solider she had the white tree hammered down flat, the whole plate enameled black to take the clean shine away from it.
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