Inside the Golden Hall profiles thread

[yhwh1st]

This is the place to post character profiles for Inside the Golden Hall. Lets get this thing going!

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Name: Tiriviel

Race: Elf

Place of birth: Imladris

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Tall and slender with large, deep blue, expressive eyes and a ready smile that begins in the eyes. She has long and waving dark brown hair that flows past her waist, with a tinge of red or gold, depending on the light. She has fair skin, which will not tan, and is commonly clad in elvish fashion. She prefers blues and greens, and has a soft appearance but is terrible in battle.

Weapons: A long elvish blade that was a parting gift from her father. A short dagger that she keeps hidden and a long knife strapped to her waist. She also keeps an elven bow and arrows from her great-grandmother.

Possessions: One long dark blue hooded cloak, that looks as though it has seen better days. Has one extra set of clothing. She carries healing oil that was given to her by lord Faramir, a water skin, elvish waybread, and some dried fruit. She also carries a coin pouch in which there is little money. All of these are carried in a leather pack that she carries on her back. A single, small, black stone hangs from a mithril chain around her neck. The stone has virtues. At the will of the wearer, it heals, and gives light only to the wearer and any other that she chooses. Other virtues: unknown. (For now)

Personality: She is friendly, happy, (which can easily turn into playfulness) and kind with a forgiving spirit. She smiles easily and loves to sing. She is very strongminded, fierce in battle, and has great detrmination to finish any task that is set before her.

History: Only child and daughter of Elrohir, Tiriviel lived in Imladris to adulthood and was found to have gifts of healing, fighting, and insight. She had a light heart and laughed easily and could bring a smile to anyone's face. She traveled abroad and, when her father sailed to the undying lands, she decided to stay in Middle Earth with the few of her kind. She lends her skills to the kings of the South to keep peace in the world.



Work in progress. Editing as inspired. pm for suggestions.

 

[Daranavo]

Name: Daranavo Savoy

Age: 28

Sex: (often) Male

Race: (only when chased) Man of the West

Likes: the company of a beautiful, well-mannered woman, a song of victory, a good joke, a nice mug of mead at room temperature, a smoke of tabac just after sunset, haggling, gambling, a clean Inn room, and of course, to ride at any time of day.

Dislikes: rudeness, disrespect to a lady, Orcs and goblins of any sort, cheaters and liars, boiled meats, hard liquor.

General Appearance: His hair is a dingy blonde, unkept, wavy, and shoulder length. He has similar colors washed into his beard that is kept short when it is kept at all. He has 2 visible scars each about a half of inch long. The first just left of his left eye. The other, just below his chin. Other scars exist among his body parts, a testiment to a harsh living environment. He is every bit of 6 feet, and has an obvious athletic build. Broad shoulders as if he has done much swimming and well muscled triceps, calves and thighs. His complextion might be fairer if not for the amount of time he has spent in the sun. He wears no jewelry of any kind and overtime has come to appreciate the durability of fine leather. He wears alot of it, in Dark browns he has long boots and a belt with heavy iron buckles, gloves (often tucked in the front of his belt when not riding) with lighter, more natural looking pants and vest. His cloak is of a thick, lighter blue wool. His long-sleeved tunic, normally stained of sweat, at times could pass for an off-white when cleaned and mended proper. He has a brown leather headband flattened around his head and tied in the back. Its over-lengths swinging to his right side with the flow of his hair. His sword scabbard is made of a light metal somewhat ornate, and covered in a very fine brown leather. A small leather coin pouch hangs to his right near his scabbard with a small amount of coin. His look is common among the Long riders and may be recognized.

Weapons: Atop the scabbard is the hilt and covered pommel of a rapier. From what you can see due to the cloak, it appears to be of fine craftmanship, etched with silver.

Possessions: A fine, well bred, well trained horse of the like of the Men of the West. A dark brown gelding named Gaidon. Of which he trained himself from a fowl. Bedroll, horse blanket, bridle, tack and saddle stylized similar to that of a rider of Rohan, however, to a trained eye, much of the heraldry and distiguishing errata have been removed making it appear very plain. A large saddle bag: that holds a pommel of a rapier, a bloodied cloak, and a plain leather headband, much like that of which he wears now. 2 Waterskins, ration cloths and binding, a fine reed pipe, tabac, 2 bloodstained tunics, both in bad shape, a small mirror, soap powder, a crossbow with 17 bolts.

History: Daranavo grew up in the plains of Rohan, born to a Lord and lady of lesser nobility. His affinity for horsemanship became apparent early in his life and at the age of 15, he was inducted into the military. He learned the way of the shield, spear, sword, and bow and fought many orcs and men that encroached upon the plains. At age 22, his skill of horse was nearly legendary among his people. He became a respected and battle hardened Lieutenent, and was given a fowl to train from the finest stock of horses. However, as the days and nights came and went, he lost his thirst for battle and decided to step down. His lord would have him serve him still in some fashion, for his skills should not be wasted. He charged Daranavo with the delivery of dispatches to the outlining territories. There were a few men like him who undertook these long and dangerous missions, they were called the Long Riders. It is said, a long rider could fight, eat, sleep, all of horse without halt for many days. He befriended a fellow Long Rider, a son of status and fortune but with great skill of horse. For years the two would ride and complete mission after mission, until betrayal reeled its ugly head. He discovered that his companion's father would soon attempt the throne by treachery and that his companion and friend was aiding in the endeavor. One night, he followed his companion to a meeting place and was discovered. 3 men afoot, and his companion of horse he did spy conspiring against his lord. He escaped but only after a long chase that ended in the death of his friend. In the custom of the Long Riders to a fallen man, he broke the blade from his dead companion's rapier, collected his headband, rapier pommel and cloak, and loosed his horse upon the plains. He knew that he could now never return to his homeland again for what he had done. With hands forever stained with blood and a heavy heart he rode like the wind and never looked back.

 

[AraCelebEarwen]

Name: Aralindo

Age: Unknown except the she is younger then her cousin, Tirivel.

Race: Elf

Place of birth: Imladris

Appearance: A well shaped face is wreathed by long, straight, dark brown hair that is kept loose except for two small braids that run from ether side of her head to a single braid in back. Deep blue/gray eyes are the windows through which her emotions show first, sparkling, flashing and at times as cold as ice. Though now they hold an empty look, her white face showing the lack of rest. The tall, thin form is nothing unusual from that of her kind. Her clothes are simple, not much more then a brown dress, a dark green sash tied around her waist and simple traveler's shoes most of the time. She also has a dark cape that when the hood is pulled up, it becomes almost impossible to see her. There is a cut on her left for-arm from an orc's dagger, she tries to keep it hidden under the long sleeve of her soft dress.

Weapons/items: Her only real weapons are a thin though strong knife and a long, slightly curved sword. A small silver flute is tucked into the sash so as not to be in her way, yet always at the ready. Attached to it is a silver chain that is worn around her neck, long enough to allow the flute to be placed safely away.

Personality: A young maiden, student and good friend. Slightly inattentive, protective, caring, and suspicious among other things, she is faithful to her friends and people. At times having an odd sense of humor, she will let her eyes sparkle though say nothing. She is not yet a well experienced traveler and has much yet to learn, leading her to ask questions that she perhaps should know the answers to by now. More recently though, she has been silent, no words or song has parted her lips. Aralindo's heart was broken as she watched helplessly as her good friend, Maanafea, was killed at the hand of the orcs.

Abilities: Though unafraid to fight, this is not her strong point. She posses the ability to go unnoticed when needed, in that she can make others think that she looks like someone else. An illusion that is simple enough to keep up in the presence of the unwary or inattentive. Mostly this can be accomplished by hiding her from in simple clothes, speaking with a different voice if she must speak at all and moving with a slightly clumsy or almost bent appearance. She has a gift for music as well. Her flute and, at times, her voice, can lighten almost any mood and give hope to the weary.

History: She was set to learn from Tirivel how to travel, fight and all other things that one must know in order to stay alive as a wanderer and messenger. Having set out with Tirivel on this mission, she had become separated from her in an attack along the road. She now travels back towards Imaldris, listening and watching for news of her cousin, trying to remember her lessons and stay alive.


Meg! You and I have very similar tastes when it comes to profiles! I'm trying to think how to work mine without making her sound like your twin!

 

[Gúthwinë]

( So you say you talk at Yahoo? Well if you wanna keep your options open.....)

Name: Corey of Rohan

Age:19

Job: mainly a flagbearer, but he does guard duty every fortnight. Otherwise he is a pig keeper(And not too happy) but is an excellent swordsman.

Appearence: An odd teenager that has one eye blue and the other green, burly for his age, Large, Oddly he has Short spiky blonde hair(Spiky is natural). He has a slightly tan skin and s long scar running down his left arm. And slighty pointed ears.

Abilities: None except for a keen sight like and elf and he can understand elvish language.
Weapons: The usually Rohan sword, a hidden elvish long knife that he had since he was a baby. And a long flagbearer spear.

Dress: Rohan's oldest armor, shredded from the top till it reaches the waist and a very filthy black tunic undergarment. Two green wristguards and pair of leather gloves that have the rip of the fingers showing.

Story:Really unknown, he was found by a lady and her husband on a dark knight, He was left by the forest floor. He was a pigkeeper till the king ordered teenage boys to be taught in the ways of the sword. He was on his first guard duty when a lady had a sword to his neck and he had to unlock a man from one of the cells. Terrified he obeyed. They then had him strip down and he passed out when they left.