So ppl, to introduce others with your char, post it here... Desirable items: Name Race Gender Age Height Powers Weapons Animals, beasts A short description on Appearance A short description on Character A short description on History, if you'd like... You can just make a post in this thread with the description of your char. Every member can create as many chars as they want, but in the same post . As I'm the moder, please don't feel abused if I edit your posts in this thread - I swear I shall only change the fonts and stuff so all entries look the same and it is easier to find the char you wan't to read about... NO contents will be edited... Here's my char so you see how it's done: Morgileth dark-star maiden Race: Half elf Gender: Female Age: 2376 years (about 16 elven yeni) Height: 173 cm Powers: Very flexible - can do amazing acrobatics; a master in pretending and acting, though uses it quite rarely; good swordfighter Weapons: A light elven sword; a small dagger with rubies on it's handle; a small collection of different draughts (also poisons) Animals, beasts: Has a dark horse - Vala. Appearance: Inherited incredible elven-fairness, unlike to men kind. Has deep, black eyes which shine from under her black hood she rarely takes off. She has pale skin and dark red hair, shining like ruby in sunshine. Always wears a heavy, black cloak, underneath it is a black-red dress (somewhat the tone of her hair) with a silver belt. Character: A person full of secrets, very distrustful to anyone. Speaks little, can be very harsh, straight and unpolite. In her deepest soul is a very sensitive girl, though never lets it show. Hard and long to make friends with, but once you get her trust in you, it's carven in rock. As long as you don't give her the tiniest, smallest reason for suspicion and she hasn't disappeared forever suddenly. Doesn't like to kill without a purpose, except when in danger; extremely revengeful. Do not deceive or make her angry, it might end the worst for you. History: When she was about 8 elven years old, all her family was killed by a deceiveful man, greedy and menacing. This event fully withdrew all young girl's trust in people. She sweared to revenge the traitor and that she soon did. As her belief in humanity or friendship was ruined, she began roaming about accompanied only by her horse. Sometimes she get's very lonely and then finds some company (usually they happen to be outlaws and other dark persons), but never has got involved in any relationship yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lil Race: winged elven-vampire Gender: female Age: immortality makes forget... millions of years, probably... Height: 163 cm Powers: magic, different spells, charming Weapons: vampire fangs&her powers Animals, beasts: - Appearance: A fair face with arched eyebrows and glinty red eyes. Pointy ears and long, wavy black hair. She has a really gothic make-up, black eyes&red lips - her skin is pale, snow white, icy to touch. Slender hands with long, red fingernails. Quite short of stature, but slender. She's wearing quite a short, blood red silk dress and has light, tissue like red wings . Seems to radiate with a white light in the dark. Has a melodic and pleasant voice, but very chill. Character: She's pretty flighty and nasty, enjoys to spellbind and mesmerize people with her looks. Laughing at others - one of her favorite scatterings. Never has thought that death would be something horrible - she finds it rather exciting. And killing someone makes no problems to her. Prefers night to day, water to fire, jewels to precious metals. History: Nothing particular, really... besides it's verry long... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elen Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 19 Height: 176 cm Powers: sword-fighting, bow-shooting and riding abilities, can speak different tongues; Weapons: a silver dagger, a light sword and an elven-fashioned bow Animals, beasts: a white horse - Hwesta Appearance: Long, light golden hair, stern grey-green eyes, a smile which makes dimples in her cheeks. Her complexion is fair, she has a light tan and a very good health, because she always spends her time outdoors, close to nature. Her stature is quite short but slender, and she always wears clothes of light green, white, grey or sea-blue. Character: She is quick minded, keen eyed and sharp-eared, a child of nature. Elen loves company, joy and fun, she likes adventures and taking risk. She can be pretty bold when a situation leads to danger. She also loves nature - flowers, waters, birds and beasts. Though sometimes it seems that her attention can't be kept on one thing long, she is always attentive to everything and everyone, trusty and friendly, but not naive. History: Elen is a Ranger's daughter, her favorite activity has always been ranging, striding and wandering along with her father over the plains and forests of the West. He taught her many worthy skills, such as fighting and caring for nature, and she always remembers him with a light memory. She left home at the age of 18 and roamed away to seek adventures. Elen isn't concerned much with treasures, money and gold. She seeks friendship and trustiness.

most used name: Roelof Eldar Race: Hitman Gender: Male Age: 23 Height: 1.78m Powers: Stealthy Weapons: daggers, epee, foil, throwing daggers Animals, beasts: likes hawks Appearance: Classy, he melds esely in the crowd, brown hair, brown eyes, pointy face Character: A stereotype hitman he is alwayls nicely dresses and hangs in the top of sosyety(?) he doesnt speak much even if spoken to he gets a point with a few words, always dressed black. History: His history is dark and shall be revealed in the passing of the story. I guess its best that the DM gives this dude some equipment I ame ready to rumble!

Halfang Race: Dwarf Gender: Male Age: 167 Height: 79 cm Powers: see history Animals, beasts: Eklund, the grey wolf, when he's called. History: My character it's a dwarf clerk-wizard who can invoke some helping animals. In this moment it's with him a wolf - called Eklund -.Bit strange? NO He was born on the forests of Mirkwood, and after all he has begin gaining experience in uncountable battles around all over the world. By now, he's thinking to travel to Britannia, where a great treasure is waiting for him and for his group. Do you want to join him? His skills are: he's able to walk through the forest silently, he has night vision goggles (because it's dwarf origin), he can invoke creatures (bears, wolves, crows), basic fireballs and firewalls, health spells, dispel, end much more... Ancalagon, the Black Race: Dragon Gender: Male Age: 3248 Height: 1836 cm Powers: As usual to a dragon Animals, beasts: Why? He's a beast! Historyne of the well known black dragons, he has became the most legendary, wich has been scaring to the people who tryes to approax to him without his own permission. However, nowadays he feels a bit tired. He's too old, and he has battled a lot, so he has some injures. Here you can see his photograph... The cameraman was killed instantly..., so don't try to play to pokémon snap with him... http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0UgDOAvwY0wZnuluJRROl0wJWe1m8*1uGUWhhMFqmegp7W74lkk6PfXWy3GRntQuJ6*MheMp2mUuw0EFRoSiNj5rI2BIiCslFw9zJ230j1I1qM20Qwai6eHk2Ppvp6QS9/DRAGON9.JPG?dc=4675449129740689123 His skills are: Fireballs, flames, firewalls, invocations, knowledge, wisdom, intelligence, old creature, slap in the head, he has debility to enigmas (riddles)...

Farinul Race: Dwarf Gender: Male Age: 180 Height: 130cm Powers: Enhanced Night vision (innate), advanced healing spells, punishing spells vs Undead creatures, advanced curing spells. Weapons: Magically enhanced staff, magically crafted sheild (strapped to his back until needed) Animals, beasts: - Appearance: Well kept, ornately braided beard of light orange hue, suit of Mithrell armor adorned gleaming silver in light. Character: Raised in the Dwarven Fortress of Grunbardin, his father was a Paladin of the city in high standings of the Paladins guild. His father was not so much displeased of his only son's choice of following the light and beleived it was due to his mother's illness. He spent so much of his youth at his ailling mother's side and learned much from her illness. Now Farinul has ventured once more from his homelands in the search of a most powerful healing and curing spell long since thought to be lost. History: What, you mean to say that you not know of his past? It has been written about in such grand tales you yourself have heard of. He bares no distinguishing features but his name in reveared to those that know these tales of honor.

Rukhazâd Race: Half Dwarf half orc Gender: Male Age: 42 Height: 140cm Powers: Master with the crossbow Weapons: Crossbow Animals, beasts: None, doesn't get along with animals Appearance: Being half dwarf half orc he looks like a small chubby orc with distinct dwarf features in is otherwise orcish face. His short silver hair clearly distincts him from the rest of the orcs even in a dark cave. Mostly wearing rags. Character: He has no respect for his fellow orcs and would gladly forget all about the shunning from the dwarfs in the past if only they would take him back to their society History: As a result of an orcish attack on a dwarf camp his mother raised him without care for his appearance. After his mothers death when he was 21 he was shunned from the dwarfen society and forced to join the orcs to survive. Although he has not much respect for the orcs and would gladly join forces with anyone who would fight them, if they would take him in. His real name is Kibil, but only his mother used that name, everybody else called him Rukhazâd. The orcs doesn't call him anything since they rarly speak to him except when they need him to shoot something with his crossbow.

Gnimsh Race: Gnome Gender: Male Age: 120 Height: 100cm Powers: Tinkerer and Mechanic Weapons: Dwarven mace, Gnomish dagger Animals, beasts: A tamed mountain cat named Reorx, his mount Appearance: Gnimsh is a short (obviously) fellow with gray hair and ashen features. He sports a flashy mustache and a receding hair line. Clad in the finest Gnomish rags, Gnimsh's clothes are often oil smudged and dirty. He always keeps his toolbox and belt of Gnomish contraptions and gadgets on hand to assist him in his tasks. Character: He speaks at great length about his fellow Gnomes and their accomplishments, something in which he is proud. Although very warm and welcoming, many people soon find his presence a little nerve-wrecking as he is as stubborn as a bull and he is as naive as a child. History: Grew up with Gnomes, doesn't get much crazier than living with Gnomes.

Duriel Race: Demon Gender: Male Age: oooooo a lot (like me) Height: 300cm Powers: ice (cream) ,ice bolt, holy freeze, cold resistance Weapons: Claws and teeth Animals,beasts: His dog "Fafik" Apperance: Duriel is big demon, he is like crab + tank. He is smell not wery well. Character: He is strong, resistant at magic. History: I don't know. Actually his lives in Tal rash apartment. http://www.marko.friko.pl/duriel.gif

Rosa Took Race : Hobbit Gender: Female Age: 35 Height: 77cm Powers: burgling, moving around without being noticed, despite her short legs she can run very fast , never was too good with riddles among her own people, but knows quite a few of them Weapons: none yet, but a dagger could do as a sword if acquired. Animals, beasts: none. Appearance: Reddish long hair, green eyes, dimples in her reddish cheeks when she smiles (a common thing among Hobbits), doesn't wear shoes. Character: There are a few things she does take seriously - many of them concern food and comfort Doesn't think much of gold and riches, cause she wouldn't know what to do with it. Loves cheer above all. As with most Hobbits there's more to her, than she thinks. Quite inquisitive. History: Comes from the Took family known for their tendencies towards adventures. Became adult not long ago (33 in Hobbit tradition) and by her family's wish was to marry a young Baggins. Unfortunately a dragon attacked her village and destroyed everything. In the chaos and destruction Rosa jumped for the nearest place to hide - as chance goes, it was a half-empty wine barrel (half-full in Hobbits' reconing ). When all was over some of the Big Folk who survived (the village was sth like Bree) roamed the village for anything that could compensate their loss. A wine barrel which seemed full but the lid was stuck would probably be good to sell to the Elves in Rivendell....

Erek de Boriduk Race: Beorning Gender: Male Age: 20 Height: 210cm Social status: Baron ( some kind of noble ) Profession: Ranger/druid Special: He is one of the rare know druid of Middle-Earth past the First age Powers: As all noble beorning he has the ability of a bear shapechanger, a white one. Unfotunately, some high stress conditions and sometimes wounds can induce shapechanging to bear form or prevent shapechanging back to human form. Due to his background, Erek has also developed the skill to feel the presence of any non living being like Wraith when they are close enough ( always too close in those cases )Druid and Ranger spell ability Weapons: Bastard sword, druid staff 200 cm of height made in enchanted mallorn wood and a green round shield with a white bear in the center Animal: a beautiful white horse especialy trained to stand in front of bears without any fear Human appearance: He appears as a large and big human with white hairs and beard. His eyes are deep green. Bear appearance: The best description is an enormous white grizzly like creature Character: Almost a secret person unless his anger is beyond control. He don't like rumours telling History: The last close period of Erek's life is and will remain unknown unless Erek choose to inform his companions about parts of the period ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eireniel, The Unseen Race: Nandor ( Wood Elf ) Gender: Male Age: lot of years Height: 195 cm Profession: Night Blade ( Some kind of Spy ) Powers: some hability to manipulate poison and antidote, strong hability to melt in his environment, strong to seek and found information, Master of disguises, few habilities in lock piking spoken language: Quenya, Sindarin, Morbeth (black speech), Wayldith ( sign language of the Beornides ) Weapons: Bastard sword, 2 daggers, short bow, often fights using his sword in one hand and a dagger in the other Animal: falcon, horse ( like arab kind) Appearance: Tall, guy with short hairs, always wear a hooded cloak of dark green and brown colors when outdoors Character: almost secret cos he don't want his parents and friends being threatened History: Born in Ossiriand just a few centuries before the end of the first age, he decided to follow Galadriel and Celeborn when they passed from Beleriand into Eregion and finally to Lothlorien. He often scouted and spied unfriendly areas to help Elven Kingdoms

"Piper"* Race: Elven Gender:Male Age:Appears to be in his late twenties, early thirties Height Five foot, 7'' Social Status: Low nobleborn Profession: Jack of all trades; Mercenary/Ranger Powersther than the usual amount of fighting skill, ability to sneak about, etc. on other common ranger-things, none Weapons: Two cutlasses/scimitars, one stiletto knife Animals:Two dogs, Aisling and Quinn; tend to appear and disappear depending on if i remember to play them^.~ Appearance: Red-brown hair, a little past chin length, somewhat "fluffy"; brown eyes. Appears to be undernourished, stick-figurish--however, upon close examination, it's acually obvious that he's merely naturally skinny, with whip-chord muscles instead of Mark Mcquire. There's utterly nothing "special" about th' bloke At times, he has a slight limp to his right leg, acquired after a very nasty fall from a horse broke his leg. Tends to wear dark clothes of black and grey, and one of the few things that remains concrete with him is the presense of a black glove on his left hand. Character: Not one to take to the spotlight, he'll gladly settle for second place in the grandeure. Seemingly callous to the plights of those around him, he's merely hiding his feelings, afraid that showing them would just give him a liability. However, he is fiercly loyal to anyone he considers an aquaitence, to the point of gladly dying to save them from harm. Said fact tends to get him in trouble often. History... is too detailed and long to get into.

*A nickname he often goes by; his real name is actually a good seven, eight names long; he tends to get tired of reciting it

Teol Beof Carm'lec Nick:Beof Raceemi-human Gender:Male Age:27 Height:178cm Main Professionudax Prist Alignment:Chaos Natural Powers:More agile and fast then a regular human (about 25%), has some untrained ability to see in darkness and hide. Matialarts, trained in the Sudux belif. Animal sympathy and wildernesslore has been added in later years. Weapons:Two daggers a shortbow and a walkingstaff Animal:A little bird Beof calls simply, "Bird". Most of the time the bird is away but can bring news from the world as has ability to help scouting ahead, the bird has no powers itself its just a regular very small brown bird of somesort he has trained from egg to fullgrown under 8 years, ofcourse he can only call hes "friend" when hes outdoors. Appearance: Long black hair, streatching down half hes back, infront of hes face or in a poney-tail most of the time, all depending on the situation. Hes eyes are natural green and has the form of a creatures (as hes pupiles are vertical like a cat). Other then that hes build as any normal person that has been trained in the martialarts. Wearing a black light leather armor with shulder pads, each pad holding a dagger. Character: As Beof never hade mutch of a family hes most of the time quite agressive in hes ways, never likes getting told "what to do" in any situation, even if its ilogical he has hes "codex" that he so strongly holdon to from hes belif as a prist, wich most of the time gets him in more trubble then needed. Later years hes lerned some control over hes agressive mental personality but hes still far from mastering it. He hates crowded small places, you might say hes claostrofobic even and likes hes own company alot more then yours, but hes always there when you needit as hes not really evil just stuborn, convinced that everything has a meaning even death and as a chaos prist one of hes main weaknesses is that he can't be trusted. History: Growing up as a semi-human he was found in the outscerts of the town "Wicem" as a 5 five yearold child. He dont know where he came from before this or what he "is" for that matter. Tookin as there own but was never accepted, most think of him as a freak even by hes surrogat parents he finally took refuge to the street at the meer age of 10. As at first as for most he knew nothing on how to survive, but as time past he noticed that he could steal a little there and little here slipping in and out of darkness but only just enough. Until oneday Beof overheard a couple of munks that they, "as in good faith" would get the "HelmsSilverhammer" to there local ministary in town thanks to an attack against; and conqurer of the black- undead forces in the East. He naturally failed and the munks catched him trying to carry the loot out the window stealing there beloved "Helmhammer" that evening. He was trailed and spent 3 years insprisoned inside the ministary. here he meet his mentor and guide "Likim" and this was the beginning of a new life, he saw the strenght and wisdom in Beof's ability instead of just brushing him of like a freak. He was to be trained as a Sudax Prist "Likim" told him and the then he will see the "Farlight" as this is what every prist is to be looking at in there meditation and act of chaos. After 8 years of training Beof hade achived more then anyone of hes group, as a wildspirit he couln't stay any longer, and decided to leave hes mentor and friend, as Sudaxar teaching are about chaos meditation Beof just left in the middle of the night without a notice, never to meet hes friend and mentor again.

Garook the cursed Nick: Garook Race: Half-Ogre Gender:Male Age: Unkown Height: Around 8' Alignment : Chaotic-good (CG) Main Profession : Ex-Slave, ex-gladiator, now retired Powers : Unnatural strenght Weapons : None Companion : A little blonde girl seems to be on his side all the time. Rumors tells of her being his daughter. Appearances : A very tall and very muscular, man. His half-ogre heritage making him even bigger and taller. His traits are all ravaged by ages, and battles, a neutral emotion always occupied his face. He could pass out for a clay golem if it wasnt for his furry body. Walking down the streets, head down. For clothing : a basic sleeveless surcoat, big black belt around his waist. Old dark brown pants. On hes wrists can be seens 2 dark-red handcuffs, made of solid metals. Magic can be detected on them, glowing brightly for those with detect magic capacity. Theirs chains have been broken, but the man didnt seems able to remove them further. Character In all his glorious day as a gladiator, Garook never found a way to truly express himself. While all the bodys of his opponents horribly mutilated and smashed against the arena walls. Or smashed down by big rock Varook trowed at them. His hands covered with bloods his face covered with blood. Still no emotion, no rage. Complete neutrality. No one seems to know why he is so grey in his existence. Only one person can bring a smile to his battle experienced face. That little blondy girl. Always there to cheer him up. History A story of sorrow floats around Garook's past. He used to be a normal man, working on a farm, with his wife Aisha, and his daughter Miranda. His life was complete, as he found true happyness. Then one day, disaster striked. A strange virus had affected Aisha, no one was able to save her life. As Varook looked at his love departing to the other world... Fueled by rage, hatred against all the gods that existed. He wanted to know why they didnt act, why they didnt intervene in the matter of saving his wife. Not only they didnt help her, but they waited several weeks of pain and agony. The poison slowly taking her lilfe away. Garook told Miranda to go seek her uncle in the city. As he had some business to attend to. Miranda was 6 at the time and didnt realize what was her father true intentions. Garook spended the rest of the day gathering equipement, for he had decided to pay a visit to the gods... He didnt know where to start, no one had never actualy seen one of those gods, except those Hight Priest in the capital. He went first to the high priest of life, in wich he wanted the answer to the why of the god letting his wife die... The priest told him that life is a complicated matter. And the gods not always tell the why of their actions. "That's it!?" Garook answered. The rage already very present inside him growed bigger... And bigger. Something was growing inside him that he never felt before. Without warning, the trowed a punch at the priest that knocked him down. Soldier came inside as the other priest called for help. Varook was arrested. After spending 2 weeks in prison, a strange man appeared before him, in a long black cloak, his head covered by a dark hood. "I shall help you escape this prison Garook, if only you accept to help me back, what say you ?" The man said in a low tone metallic voice. On that day, Garook the farmer was no more. "I will help you, who ever you are, I shall return to me quest of vengence against the gods!" The stranger asked Garook to close his eye, so he could help him. His eyes closed, a strange feeling he felt inside, the coldness of the cell was no more, the dry and hot air was around him as he opened his eyes. The desert... Nothing but sands all around him. He was alone, with nothing but his cloths. He looked around a second time, this time an oasis in the far east unrevealed itself to him. 20 minutes later he was there. Under a tree, all seemed lost. As he had no idea of his current location. The man in black appeared to him in his dream that night. Telling him that he needed to head east the next morning to find salvation. When the sun came up he started walking. After several hours under the sun he passed out, his body dryed by the sun. Only to woke up in a moving caravan. Food and water was made available to him when he woke up. Wich brought a smile to his face since hadnt ate for several days. Engoulfing everything in sight, he shouted to the driver where he was taken. A strong voice shouted to him to shut up and enjoy the ride, and that the best choice for now was to be silence. Unless spoken to. Gigantic walls of pale stone was now around the caravan. They were entering a big city unkown to Garook. Dusty wind came in waves to his face as he looked tru the opened window. The caravan finaly stopped inside a dark cavern. Torchs and brazier were the only source of lighting at the moment. When the door openened Garook was terrified at what he saw. A giant, so it seemed. Looked like a ogre, but with distinct sign of humanity. He was taken to an empty room. Cubic, with no window, only arcanic symbol all around the room. The door itself had no window, no way of seeing outside. The room was 8'x8'x8'. Suddenly the room started too fill with brownish gaz. Paniced, Garook hitted the heavy metal door with his fist, only to hurt himself in the process. He passed out again... The gaz knocked him cold. He woke up only to be astounded at what he become... An half-ogre half-man, like the one who took him captive. Handcuffs were installed on him, even his new found strenght couldnt he brake them. The magic inside was too strong. A voice called to him, ordering him to go to the arena. And kill everyone that was facing him... He did not resist. The power of the handcuff were too strong, they seemed to control his mind as the voice ordered him. He fought for several years inside that arena. He learned the way of the warrior, from a veteran names Ispanus, who was also transformed in that monster he was now... As the years passed his memory was swept away by magic. He was sent to his old capital as a gift for the city. For the newly builded arena, he was to be the first gladiator to fight there. He became the champion after couples of months, facing different kind of opponents, then one day when he was walking in the streets, a young girl came to him, blocked his way with her tiny body. Varook was ordered to go search for water barrels, then take them back to the noble quarters, he was a slave, his mind, wiped out, he was one of them we called Golem. The young girl had to be 20 years old. She recognized her father immediatly had she never lost sight of him during all those years. The long blond hair... Aisha.. Miranda... those names came back to his mind. A glipse of intelligence was now present in his eye. He looked down at his chained wrist. Looked at his daughter. Then with all his strenght, fueled by the desire of being free again. Broke the handcuffs in the middle. His hands were now free. Only the handcuffs remained at his wrist, the spell was broken. With the help of his daughter, he returned to the noble quarter only to find stunned faces, they wouldnt survive the day, so they tought. But Garook was not angry anymore. He only wanted to be with his daughter. His desire of revenge had passed away. He only wanted peace. And Freedom. His title was never took away from him, and he became the owner of the arena. Wich was more of a title then anything. As the buraucrats still owned it for real. He was only an image. A tool they used to attract new gladiators, and tourist to the city. He didnt mind. He didnt mind for nothing. Except his daughter.

Alvenas Gender: male Race: Elf, bit Maiar and men blood Height: 5'11'' Age: 2277 (older than Adriel) Place of Residence: born of the Lyemarien woods, but at age 14 tragedy struck and he was missing for more 2000 years. Now, he has reappeared, and is trekking rather aimlessly through the woods. Family: all dead, but for his sister who was missing when he was taken away. He knows not if she is alive. Powers: if you mean magic, nope Weapons: bow and arrow is best, then sword, then knife. Also skilled in strange medicine that works but is foul, an art learned from Orcs. Animals: nothing until a horse year later.... during the time of the Fellowship Appearance: (I'll have a pic up someday....*wonder when* ) but to give you a quick overview he bears resemblance to his sister- dark, shoulder length hair, usually tied up halfway, with a bit of hair that hangs lightly over the right side of his face. He has deep, black eyes that reflect the stars (especially his sis's) and a delicate handsome face. Though whenever you seem him he looks serious, a bit sad maybe even, every time he smiles he is undeniably gorgeous.^.~ He's constantly in a long cape and simple clothing (as he's wandering) with boots and his weapons slung over him. He's got slender hands and a beautiful voice, traits that prove he is Adriel's brother. Personality: when he was small he was the sweetest thing, though after the night where his father was killed and he was taken away by Orcs, he has constantly been under worry and unhappiness. He still carries his princely manners around, being kind and gentle to those who need help, and friendly to new people- but as he was forced to, while still in Orc captivity, be merciless and cruel to all victims he comes across, he became a bit hard-hearted at cruelty itself and became swift in dealing with it. After he escaped from the Orcs he is still wary of things, and now always his brow is furrowed in unease as he thinks of his sister, even when he meets others. History: Well, since this is temporary (I plan on making a better profile when I have more time some other day) I'm gonna keep this short. Alvenas is the descendant of Aeren, along with Adriel; thus both of them are under the curse of Aeren's anger- the curse that says every one of Aeren's heirs will die a horrid death, along with their lovers. Thus, lines of them have died, and on the night when Alvenas was caught, his mother was already dead and the Orcs murdered his dad then. Then for years he was forced to serve under the Orcs as the last remaining heir of the ancient royal family (Adriel couldn't be found), until at last he escaped, with complete hate for Orcs in his heart. Now, he is to meet Adriel at last, but....that doesn't matter, does it?^.~ p.s. when I have Addie's bio up, it'll give you a better grasp of things as hers is the more "centered-on" !

(( If you want to do as my character, to spend points on different skills, you got 100 points to spend on your attributes, and 100 to spend on you fighting/secondary/Primary and spells skills. )) Name: Lance Mcgregory Aligiment: Neutral Social status: Low life scum Titel: The wandering bard. Class: Bard Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 21 Height: 180 cm Weight: 65 kg Companion: Greschgar Relation: Lance met Greschgar in the cold northern lands of the forgotten realm, they are like brothers, but Lance lost him, 2 years ago. Primary abilities: Longsword: 12 Crossbow skills: 10 dagger skills: 5 Shield: 8 Fighting abilities: Kick: 10 Pound: 5 Dodge: 5 Parry: 10 Secondary abilites: Reading: 5 dancing: 5 singing: 5 Writing: 2 Spells: Healing (Lute): 8 Charm (Flute) 10 Special Abilities: Can drink much beer without getting drunk. Animals: Lance got his mini-little brown-white puppy with him, called: Simdalnior, after his half-elven grandfathers brother. He caries Simdalnior in his backpack, or Simdalnior walks on the ground with him. Weapons: A Adumantium longsword, a dagger and a heavy crossbow Armor: Mail-vest, mail spaulders, leather pants. Equipment: Lance got his weapons, leather boots, leather gloves, a shield, food&drink, his lute and flute, and a warm cloak. A short description on Appearance: He got black hair to his shoulders, a little black beard, wears a full leather armor with big pauldrons. A short description on Character: Lance is pretty calm, and lazy. Money: 6 gold 57 silver coins Loot: 1 longsword, 1 double-axe, 2 broadswords, a spear, leather spaulders. Strenght: 12 Vitality: 12 Stamina: 12 Speed: 12 Luck: 13 Intelligence: 14 Wisdom: 19 Agility: 13 Charisma: 15 _____________________________________________________________ Name: Greschgar Balger Aligiment: Neutral Social status: Low life scum Titel: Class: Berserker Race: Half-orc Gender: Male Age: 25 Height: 245 cm Weight: 145 kg Primary abilities: Longsword: 5 Two-handed axe: 15 dagger skills: 1 Shield: 5 Two-handed sword: 10 Two-handed club: 10 One-handed club: 5 One-handed axe: 5 Fighting abilities: Kick: 5 Pound: 5 Dodge: 10 Parry: 15 Secondary abilites: None Special Abilities: Berserk: 10 Animals: A big black wolf, named Charnuz Weapons: A two-handed double-axe, two one-handed axes. Armor: Leather leggings, leather gloves, leather boots, leather spaulders, leather chest armor. Equipment: A big warm fur cloak, food&drink, a backpack, flint&tinder. A short description on Appearance: He got very long blond hair, to his back. and looks very scary. A short description on Character: A hot temprament, and is a bit crazy. Money: None Loot: Strenght: 25 Vitality: 20 Stamina: 20 Speed: 10 Luck: 1 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 5 Agility: 10 Charisma: 4 Companion: Lance Relation: Greschgar met Lance in the cold northern lands of the forgotten realm, they are like brothers, but Greschgar lost him, 2 years ago.

Cerdan Awarera Race: Human Class: Warrior Gender: Male Age: 26 Height: 195cm Weight: 70kg Aligiment: Neutral Strenght: 17 Vitality: 10 Stamina: 8 Speed: 10 Luck: 5 Intelligence: 4 Wisdom: 1 Agility: 5 Charisma: 10 Primery abilities: Two-handed Sword skills: 20 Bow skills: 14 Spears: 5 Secondery abilities: Cooking: 5 First aid: 10 Fighting abilities: Kick: 1 Pound: 5 Dodge: 10 Parry: 10 Detriment: Left leg, right arm and shoulder. Armor: A mailvest, Plate-leggings, mailgloves, mailbracers and mailboots. Weapons: Cerdan have a two-handed sword, a knife and a bow with 23 arrows. 10 throwing spears. Appearance: Black hair to the shoulders, brown eyes and a scar over his face. Normal clothes: A white shirt and black pants, High brown boots and a black bandana on his head. Animals: Cerdan have a blue parrot with name Yastow. A short about Yastow: Yastow Is a blue parrot, and he can here Cerdan's whistle 100.000km away. Money: 4gold 32silver and 82 copper Loot: 14 One-handed axes and 1 Big dubble-axe, Mithril two-handed sword, 2 Daggers, 2 leather-hats and an orc-horn. Equipment: Cerdan have a tent, fire splinters, The parrot Yastow, food and drink, his weapons and 25 bandages.

Name: Evelyn Riel Race: Elf Gender:Female Age: 150 but looks 16 Height: 5'5 Languageindarin/Quenya Class:Archer Clothing/Armor:A long blue dress,sandals Weapons:Bow and Arrow,Elven Sword that has a golden handle Animals, beasts: a horse named Star A short description on Appearance:Waistlength brown hair,brown eyes and a pale complexion A short description on History:When she was young she was captured by orcs that were never killed and taken to a remote place called Rihan.There she was trained for battle as an archer and learned how to use a sword.The orcs were going to build an army to fight against good people.One day someone told her the truth about who she really was and she fled to her home in Rivendell.Her mother and fatherwho had been grieving for a long time being told that she was dead,was overjoyed when reunited with their daughter.Evelyn is an accomplished archer and is in the Rivendell army.She loves to travel and has been to many places in Middle Earth.

Cahan Augustus Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 19 Years old. Height: 6' Alignment: Lawful Good Profession: A wandering Knight, or Paladin. Powers: Mostly melee fighting, main form of martial being with a two handed sword, but he also possesses a very small amount of divine intuition, using prayer. Weapons: A two-handed sword with a slim blade, to lighten the weight and improve the quickness of slashes, and so the blade may also be held with one hand if need be. Animals, beasts: A warhorse, a constant loyal companion of Cahan's. Appearance: Cahan is slim, but possesses some slight muscles in his shoulders and arms. His skin is pale, as is the norm for his people. He has long dark brown hair that he usually keeps in a pony tail. His eyes are deep amber, and are placed in a wide almond shape. Upon his right arm, below the shoulder, he possesses a tattoo of a holy symbol, made up of knots in an artistic guise. He carries his sword upon a strap on his back. He wears a chest plate, but wears a chain cloth about his waist. He wears leather gloves and a long flowing cloak of deep blue. On the back of the cloak is the same holy symbol as that on his arm. Cahan's face is usually formed into a smile or laugh. Character: Cahan is a very kind young man, almost bordering on naivety in his ideology of good. However, he is also very passionate of his cause, and has taken up the sword to defend the weak and oppressed. What angers him most is the inability of man to show compassion to man, and he is prone to fits of rage against such individuals, sometimes over-punishing wicked actions. He tends to be nice to everyone he meets, and wears a very disarming smile upon his face. History: Cahan grew up in a small village that lay cozily in a forested valley, far from civilization. His father was a huntsman and a woodsman, being respected among the villagers for his kindness and faithfulness. The village was attacked, however, by marauders and bandits when Cahan was sixteen. His father, as well as numerous other huntsmen, was called upon to protect the village, but they were overwhelmed and killed, the village ransacked and pillaged. Cahan, as well as many other refugees, were forced to travel through the forest to the large city beyond it. There, Cahan vowed revenge against not only the bandits, but any who preyed on the weak and helpless. There he joined a knighthood within a church to acquire training and the spiritual fortitude to accomplish his quest. Cahan is currently a Knight Errant; a wandering knight. His goal is to travel the land and right wrongs, searching for some clue of the murderers of his father. He has a two-handed sword that was crafted for him by a poor smithy as payment for Cahan's help with a robber. Cahan is untested in true battle, having only fought petty bandits, robbers, and the occasional small monster. Str:16 Dex:14 Con:15 Int:11 Wis:15 Cha:16 Abilities: Two-Handed Sword fighting, Parrying, Horse-back riding, and minor divine magical abilities granted to him through prayer. Equipment: Two-handed sword, satchel, food-pack, wineskin, silver holy symbol.

Name Daffian Race Hobbit Gender Male Age Unknown Height 3 1/2 feet Powers Very skilled rouge Weapons throwing daggers, 2 daggers (one for each hand), bow and arrows Animals, beasts a pet crow A short description on Appearance Curly orange hair about shoulder length, green eyes, and a scar over left eye (left eye is white but he can still see out of it) A short description on Character Kind of rouge like but also like a ranger. not much of a people person A short description on History, if you'd like...

Name: Rizzen Tlin'orzza Race: Drow Class: Ranger,fighter Age: 120 Gender: male Height: 5'8" Weight:113lbs. Description:black and purple leather armor with spiderweb embroidery, a fairly large black hat wrapped with a purple cloth,and piwafwi (drow cloak) Personality: Typical drow but, he aspires to overthrow the matriarchial society and become the first king of the drow. Worships Vhaeraun not Lloth ( hates Lloth because of the matriarchy). Background: Born of Matron Rrl'tunill as firstboy of house Tlin'orzza. By his 70th year of life he was awarded the position of Weapons Master at house Tlin'orzza and a master at Melee Magthere. He has sired two sons with Rrl'tunill, but only one lives now as the other tried to kill Rizzen in his sleep and failed miserably. His sister has now risen to Matron status and has taken a new lover since then to Rizzen's relief. House Tlin'orzza is a minor house in Menzzoberranzan and is only kept there (since it doesn't have the favor of Lloth because of Rizzen's worship of Vhaeraun) because of its seemingly endless supply of slaves.

Name: Eomana Race: Elven Gender: Female Age: 140 but looks 15 Height: 5' 5 Language: Sindar/Quenya Powers: Magic, healing Clothing: She has a long blue silk dress with gold lining Weapons: A sword w/ a gold blade, two daggers w/ inlaid jewels, a bow and arrows Animals: A dog, Jason, and horse named Emma Appearance: long blonde hair that hangs just below her shoulders, and green eyes Character: History: