Hammer of the Underworld Profile Archive

[Wraithguard]

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[Wraithguard]

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Name: Necronum

Race: Black Nùmenorian

Age: ???

Place of Birth: Durthang (Mordor)

Appearance: Tall with black studded and spiked armor from neck to toe that glitters dimly in the moonlight. Covered constantly and completely by a black, hooded cloak, clasped around his neck with a silver brooch that bears the symbol of a white ship. Like all Black Nùmenorians, he has black hair, shoulder length, is pale, and has strange, small black text under both eyes at the top of the cheek, written in the black speech, that says "the one who fell", and yet is untouched by the wrinkles of age. Medium built with an odd calm about him, and an even tone. On his right arm there are a series of runes that crawl upwards to his elbow, and a nasty scar that leads from his forehead, over his left eye, and halfway down his cheek, yet has not touched his eye in the least.

Personality: Calm, slow to anger, and thankful for even the most humble of gifts. Years of making Mithlond his home has opened his mind to the powers of the Elves and can perform minor healing if the situation calls for it. His skills with the machines of Dwarven design and of war are envied by even Saruman. He speaks a loose combination of Adûnaic, the Black Speech, and Mannish, and wears the Ring of the Witch King that he does not remember how he recieved.

Equiptment: 2 ancient bastard swords. Mithril woven spiked armor. An Elven bow of Lothlorien craftmanship, and a strange and wicked dagger he keeps as a token of his birthplace.

History: Born a Black Nùmenorian, he was involved in many attacks upon the Elves and Dwarves of Mirkwood and Erebor. Of his people he was second in rank and prestiege only to the Mouth of Sauron. That all changed one day when he realized that he was being controled by Sauron, and fled Udûn by jumping off of the Morannon. After weeks of wandering he was happened upon by an Elf out of Mithlond, who took him into the care of Cirdan where he has served loyaly since.

Other: Hate of Melkor - Runes along his arm that have five colors. Blue - healing, Green - control, Red - pain, Yellow - battle, White - purification. Elven healing - self explanitory (weak though).

 

[Alatar]

Name; Eagil
Age; roughly 7000 years old.
History; One of the Sindar, he was sailing once when he rescued a Noldor, this was on who had fell from a ship of Feanor, he went to Mithrim, where the Noldor were camped, and then served under the sons of feanor till the ruin of doriath, where he faught on the side of the Sindar. He fled with them to the mouth of Siron. After the first age he lived in Belfalas, acting as messenger between there and Lothlorian, till the War of the Ring.
Equipent; Mithril chainbody given to him by the Noldo he rescued, made in Aman. Worn over the chainbodt is the uniform of the Nandor( Silvian) green in colour, cloak made by Galadriel. Bow and Knives, keeps his sheild, sword and spear with his horse.
Other; Hates trolls, as in the Battle under stars they killed the Noldo he saved, and would have killed him but for the rising of the sun.

 

[AraCelebEarwen]

Name: Estelmeoi

Race: Elf - female

Age: young, yet not

Appearance: Jet black hair that floats in the breeze when not tied back tightly. Her stormy blue eyes can be soft and loving, or cold and full of hate or anger. They are the fastest way to tell how she feels, fading from one emoting to the next in on more then a moment. She is most comfortable in a simple shirt that she can stitch on or remove the sleeves with the changing wether. And brown ridders trousers that came from a soldier not far from her own size. When she wears anything on her feet it's ether a pair of soft, elven ridding boots or small, blue slippers to better fit her only dress. It was a gift from her mother, made of a fine blue silk with delicate bead work that sparkles in the light of the moon or candles. Very rarely has she worn this though, and when she dose it's only because simple clothes won't do. The only jewelry she has is a mithril chain necklace with a small pendent hanging close to her heart. To look closely one would see small inscriptions around it's edges and a tiny green stone in it's center.

Personality: Graceful in all her movements, be it dancing under the stars or fighting in a battle. One must be a true friend to gain any of her trust. She is cautious, strong, slightly inpatient and caring. It's hard for her to not help someone in need, even if it might mean risking personal injury. At times strong willed, though never afraid to follow, she is a good companion if you think she can be trusted.

History: The daughter of a warrior, she was raised knowing how to fight and travel. Her past is haunted by the death of her family. They had maid camp one night when the attack happened. The only reason she is still alive was that she had snuck off to wander the woods and practice her abilities. After a time of being lost and without hope, her path crossed with that of someone who helped her and understood her pain. Now she wants to help him in his quest as she had vowed to herself to find some way to repay him.

Abilities: She takes on the form of a black cat with large, piercing green eyes, that seem to look into ones soul. She has the lives of a cat though she has used one or two by now. Only when in dire need she can pass one of her lives to someone else. This is something she has only recently learned how to do or she would have tried to bring her family back. The first time she found that she could come back, she had tried to fight off a thief that had caught her off guard. His dagger pierced her broken heart and he left her for dead. How long it had been she never knew, but she remembers the pain and opening her eyes to the the full moon, trying to think what had happened.

 

[Hobbit-queen]

Name: Celosia Brandybuck

Race: Harfoot Hobbit

Age: young

Appearance: Average hobbit-height, topped with a bush of curly brown hair. Has deep green eyes and wears attire suited for adventure. Always carries a little pouch around her waist...full of everything a hobbit needs.

Personallity: Curious but smart. She's very calculative and a genious in setting up plans. She is full of energy and can't resist the temptation of food, a drink, or a good smoke.

 

[Gúthwinë]

Name Farlain

Age:25

Appearence: Green eyes with brown hair and beard, muscuilar

Race dwarf

story : his parents fled from Saruon and found the Iron moutains and deep into it his father taught him the ways of the axe, when they returned to Moria he was banished, since he wasn't as tall as them he was mansized! He then left to see the world.

Character: Very hotheaded, loses temper easily

Weapons: Two double headed axes, and a small throwing axe in his belt.