Hinnoron woke up once more. It was night. He hadn't even noticed the strange sounds coming from below. When he got up, he looked outside. The village was still in ruins, but nobody was outside. But then he saw it. He saw the bodies of elves and the movements of orcs. No, no, no, dammit! He thought. He also saw the wargs. 10s, 20s, 30s, he couldn't even count them. When he looked below, there were four orcs attempting to cut down the tree. Hinnoron took action. He swung all the way to the end of the forest, keeping quiet. Acting in a stupid-brave manner, he took four arrows from his quiver, and shot the orcs trying to cut his beloved tree. They fell silent. He jumped onto another platform, taking out four more below him. He pulled his swords out, and slit two of the orcs throats, without making a sound. He jumped onto the platform below him, stabbing two orcs in the back. He fired three arrows, taking out three orcs infront of him.
A 40 year old man opened the door with a smile on his face. He faces Althalos looking surprised. "Hello Althalos", said the man with a raspy voice. "Aether, greetings" said Athalos, bowing once. Aether gestured for Althalos to enter. Althalos took a step and is automatically tripped by Aether's foot, falling to the floor. Aether quickly kneeled down next to Althalos and smiles. "Never let your guard down" whispered Aether. Althalos smiles and says, "Same to you old man". A dagger is behind Aether's neck. Aether smiles and stands up, helping Althalos up as well. Athalos slid his dagger back into its holster and smiled, walking to have a seat. Aether went to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of beer, placing it on the table.
A 40 year old man opened the door with a smile on his face. He faces Althalos looking surprised. "Hello Althalos", said the man with a raspy voice. "Aether, greetings" said Athalos, bowing once. Aether gestured for Althalos to enter. Althalos took a step and is automatically tripped by Aether's foot, falling to the floor. Aether quickly kneeled down next to Althalos and smiles. "Never let your guard down" whispered Aether. Althalos smiles and says, "Same to you old man". A dagger is behind Aether's neck. Aether smiles and stands up, helping Althalos up as well. Athalos slid his dagger back into its holster and smiled, walking to have a seat. Aether went to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of beer, placing it on the table.
((I'm pretty sure it would've been Ale back then, not beer))
(( I just wanted to say, I figured out where I am as well. I am in the Old Forest, which is in The Shire, next to the village of Buckland. The Old Forest is also where Tom Bombadil lives/lived. Also, will Gollum be in this RP at all? ))
(( If we really want, but at this time Gollum is Hobbit Smeagol - he hasn't found the ring yet. ))
When Hinnoron awoke, he had no clue where he was. He was in a dank cell deep below the surface. He saw orcs and goblins alike walking by, so he knew he must be in either Isengard or Mordor. He looked for a way out, but he didn't see one. He scrabbled around the cell for anything he could use. When an orc passed by, he got an idea. He ran up to the front of the cell and grabbed the orc, banging him against the bars. He scrambled for keys and unlocked the cell door. He was starting his escape.
Name: Sir Ingitus Thraxien Henry Melvin Alvin George Peabody Evelyn III. Or, Sir Ithmagpe for short. Hm, maybe this acronym won't work...
Race: Man.
Age: 28.
Class: Oh, Sir Ithmagpe stays FAR away from combat. The little he may do is sit off to the side and sing an inspiring song. So... I guess... Coward?
Gender: Male.
Personality: Sir Ithmagpe is SUCH a coward. Certainly, this is from his noble upbringing, but he's a coward who likes to have FUN! He has a FIELD DAY making fun of the common folk, and all their "silly chores". He's an INCREDIBLY dislikable, considering the fact that he doesn't really care about anybody. He's posh, witty, but cultivates an image of stupidity for his advantage.
Appearance: Sir Ithmagpe is very pale, since he's spent so much of his life indoors. He's skinny, relatively weak, and his stylish brown hair is often fluffed and parts in the middle, and comes down to about the bottom of his neck in the back.
City of Residence: Gondor.
Equipment: Sir Ithmagpe starts in his soft, noble clothes. A colorful, intricate purple vest with a white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief sticking out of his collar. He does have a rapier, but it's basically useless in his hands, and just for show. He has multiple small sacks of gold hidden on his person. Oh yeah, and he has a butler, but I think that might not go under equipment. Whatever.
Strengths:
Wealth: Sir Ithmagpe is RICH, he has access to his very large fortune.
Silver Tongue: Despite the fact that he can be annoying, Sir Ithmagpe's words can carry a lot of weight with people.
Nobility: Due to his noble upbringing, Sir Ithmagpe has learned a variety of skills from languages to music. He especially likes music.
Weaknesses:
All that glitters: Even though he has access to TONS of gold, he can hardly carry it around! And it's not like there's a banking system.
A little drop of poison: Even though he can sweet talk you, he's MUCH more likely to insult you. All his life, Sir Ithmagpe's been pretty much alone, so he doesn't know how to socialize.
Not exactly xenophobia: Even Sir Ithmagpe's own species doesn't entirely trust him, considering the fact that they work for a living and he's just some noble rat.
Biography: Sir Ithmagpe had a standard childhood for a noble. He had EVERYTHING he could possibly want, and studied a wide variety of subjects. He especially enjoyed music, and is quite good at playing many instruments. As he grew up, his father was disappointed to notice that Ithmagpe wasn't exactly going to be the noble heir he wanted. He seemed... For lack of a better word, flamboyant. He loved to dance, seduce women, dress sharply, and have fun. Of course, this wasn't COMPLETELY true, to survive in court you need people to underestimate you, Sir Ithmagpe does have a bit of a noble streak in him. An event soon happened, his mother was struck down by an illness! Sir Ithmagpe took to drinking even more, if that was possible. It took a bit for him to recover, but now he's a bit more cynical, though he still seems to be an effete aristocrat. However, Sir Ithmagpe has lately been growing bored with court life, and has been planning to make a trip to the lands of the elves, to see what wonders THEY have to offer.
Hinnoron knew he had already alerted the guards, so he had to get out fast. He found his gear by his cell. he put everything on and stabbed the first two orcs. He shot number three. Hinnoron saw a large amount of orcs coming his way, so he did something daring and jumped across a pit of lava to avoid the guards. He ran up and over a lot of equipment. He stabbed three more and pushed another into the lava. He could see the surface ahead. But a large group appeared out of nowhere. He shot four of them, stabbed two, and pushed the last one to it's death. He ran to the surface, only to be assaulted by at least 200 orcs. He had no escape.
{[…Feeling very uninspired about how to start my charrie off…]}
Aleviel stood with her arms pressed below her, feet planted firmly on the ground and a slight grimace to her features. Her father was somewhere behind her working on a draft horse’s plate, and her job was to keep the anvil from moving until he returned to hammer it better into shape. Although this had seemed as simple as keeping an eye on the large surface at the time, Aleviel had quickly learned that her father needed her to physically hold onto his wooden worktable to be sure that his bending fork didn’t fall out since one of its legs had given way. It wouldn’t have been so hard if the bending fork hadn’t been sitting in fire for almost an hour and protruding out of the anvil’s top looking as if it had the intent to scald her.
And now she had sweat rolling down her back.
Aleviel stretched her neck and shifted her weight to one leg in hopes of somehow relieving the itch that single bead of sweat had brought on her lower back, but when she did so the table shifted ever-so-slightly to the right, and the bending fork followed. She watched it with narrowed eyes, letting out a low whistle when the material came dangerously close to grazing her.
“Alright back there?” Her father asked from behind her in Rohirric.
“Ah-huh,” She mumbled back, pursing her lips at the way her legs were beginning to shake, “it’s getting to be a bit much for me, though.”
After turning around and noticing her weak posture, her father came around to the anvil and plucked it out of her hands like it was a child’s toy. “You should take a break.”
Aleviel watched him set it on the ground with ease and discarded the useless table near the fire. “I think that would be wise.”
“Bring me a meal from the house?”
“Sure, Papa.”
Aleviel gathered her horse outside her father’s blacksmith shop and headed into town, following the road that would eventually take her to her mother’s home.
Name: Sir Ingitus Thraxien Henry Melvin Alvin George Peabody Evelyn III. Or, Sir Ithmagpe for short. Hm, maybe this acronym won't work...
Race: Man.
Age: 28.
Class: Oh, Sir Ithmagpe stays FAR away from combat. The little he may do is sit off to the side and sing an inspiring song. So... I guess... Coward?
Gender: Male.
Personality: Sir Ithmagpe is SUCH a coward. Certainly, this is from his noble upbringing, but he's a coward who likes to have FUN! He has a FIELD DAY making fun of the common folk, and all their "silly chores". He's an INCREDIBLY dislikable, considering the fact that he doesn't really care about anybody. He's posh, witty, but cultivates an image of stupidity for his advantage.
Appearance: Sir Ithmagpe is very pale, since he's spent so much of his life indoors. He's skinny, relatively weak, and his stylish brown hair is often fluffed and parts in the middle, and comes down to about the bottom of his neck in the back.
City of Residence: Gondor.
Equipment: Sir Ithmagpe starts in his soft, noble clothes. A colorful, intricate purple vest with a white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief sticking out of his collar. He does have a rapier, but it's basically useless in his hands, and just for show. He has multiple small sacks of gold hidden on his person. Oh yeah, and he has a butler, but I think that might not go under equipment. Whatever.
Strengths:
Wealth: Sir Ithmagpe is RICH, he has access to his very large fortune.
Silver Tongue: Despite the fact that he can be annoying, Sir Ithmagpe's words can carry a lot of weight with people.
Nobility: Due to his noble upbringing, Sir Ithmagpe has learned a variety of skills from languages to music. He especially likes music.
Weaknesses:
All that glitters: Even though he has access to TONS of gold, he can hardly carry it around! And it's not like there's a banking system.
A little drop of poison: Even though he can sweet talk you, he's MUCH more likely to insult you. All his life, Sir Ithmagpe's been pretty much alone, so he doesn't know how to socialize.
Not exactly xenophobia: Even Sir Ithmagpe's own species doesn't entirely trust him, considering the fact that they work for a living and he's just some noble rat.
Biography: Sir Ithmagpe had a standard childhood for a noble. He had EVERYTHING he could possibly want, and studied a wide variety of subjects. He especially enjoyed music, and is quite good at playing many instruments. As he grew up, his father was disappointed to notice that Ithmagpe wasn't exactly going to be the noble heir he wanted. He seemed... For lack of a better word, flamboyant. He loved to dance, seduce women, dress sharply, and have fun. Of course, this wasn't COMPLETELY true, to survive in court you need people to underestimate you, Sir Ithmagpe does have a bit of a noble streak in him. An event soon happened, his mother was struck down by an illness! Sir Ithmagpe took to drinking even more, if that was possible. It took a bit for him to recover, but now he's a bit more cynical, though he still seems to be an effete aristocrat. However, Sir Ithmagpe has lately been growing bored with court life, and has been planning to make a trip to the lands of the elves, to see what wonders THEY have to offer.
Hinnoron mumbles curse under his breath. He decides that if he was going to die, he was going to die trying. When he was about to notch his first arrow, a large crack was heard from behind. A pile of orcs flew into the sky. Suddenly, orcs started to fly(Metaphorically Speaking)in all directions. When it all stopped, Hinnoron saw the streams of smoke from cracks below.
((This will be the start of my new character))
A 40 year old man opened the door with a smile on his face. He faces Althalos looking surprised. "Hello Althalos", said the man with a raspy voice. "Aether, greetings" said Athalos, bowing once. Aether gestured for Althalos to enter. Althalos took a step and is automatically tripped by Aether's foot, falling to the floor. Aether quickly kneeled down next to Althalos and smiles. "Never let your guard down" whispered Aether. Althalos smiles and says, "Same to you old man". A dagger is behind Aether's neck. Aether smiles and stands up, helping Althalos up as well. Athalos slid his dagger back into its holster and smiled, walking to have a seat. Aether went to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of beer, placing it on the table.
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While Hinnoron was fighting, he was defenseless. An orc sneaked up from behind and knocked him out.
((Short post, I just don't want to seem to overpowered, so I let the orc knock me out.))
((I'm pretty sure it would've been Ale back then, not beer))
(( Mistake, let's just pretend I said Ale. ))
(( If we really want, but at this time Gollum is Hobbit Smeagol - he hasn't found the ring yet. ))
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I edited and I see your point about the Ice Witch, I was thinking of another series, I just left it broad seeing how it was just about my appearance.
The part about you being frozen is quite confusing still. However I would like to see your character develop his need for immortality so, accepted!
Feel free to start wherever.
@Suppier - I see you're using my banner! (: ))
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((It's stylish. I think it needs to be clickable so that people can see this page when they click it. P.S. DON'T ASK ME I AM NOT GOOD AT BANNERS))
(( This is set in the time of the The Hobbit.))
It's based a little bit before the movies, but in the same age. The ring is still in Gladden Fields and hasn't been found yet.
Also -
If copy pasting doesn't work type it out lol. ))
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Race: Man.
Age: 28.
Class: Oh, Sir Ithmagpe stays FAR away from combat. The little he may do is sit off to the side and sing an inspiring song. So... I guess... Coward?
Gender: Male.
Personality: Sir Ithmagpe is SUCH a coward. Certainly, this is from his noble upbringing, but he's a coward who likes to have FUN! He has a FIELD DAY making fun of the common folk, and all their "silly chores". He's an INCREDIBLY dislikable, considering the fact that he doesn't really care about anybody. He's posh, witty, but cultivates an image of stupidity for his advantage.
Appearance: Sir Ithmagpe is very pale, since he's spent so much of his life indoors. He's skinny, relatively weak, and his stylish brown hair is often fluffed and parts in the middle, and comes down to about the bottom of his neck in the back.
City of Residence: Gondor.
Equipment: Sir Ithmagpe starts in his soft, noble clothes. A colorful, intricate purple vest with a white shirt underneath, and a handkerchief sticking out of his collar. He does have a rapier, but it's basically useless in his hands, and just for show. He has multiple small sacks of gold hidden on his person. Oh yeah, and he has a butler, but I think that might not go under equipment. Whatever.
Strengths:
Wealth: Sir Ithmagpe is RICH, he has access to his very large fortune.
Silver Tongue: Despite the fact that he can be annoying, Sir Ithmagpe's words can carry a lot of weight with people.
Nobility: Due to his noble upbringing, Sir Ithmagpe has learned a variety of skills from languages to music. He especially likes music.
Weaknesses:
All that glitters: Even though he has access to TONS of gold, he can hardly carry it around! And it's not like there's a banking system.
A little drop of poison: Even though he can sweet talk you, he's MUCH more likely to insult you. All his life, Sir Ithmagpe's been pretty much alone, so he doesn't know how to socialize.
Not exactly xenophobia: Even Sir Ithmagpe's own species doesn't entirely trust him, considering the fact that they work for a living and he's just some noble rat.
Biography: Sir Ithmagpe had a standard childhood for a noble. He had EVERYTHING he could possibly want, and studied a wide variety of subjects. He especially enjoyed music, and is quite good at playing many instruments. As he grew up, his father was disappointed to notice that Ithmagpe wasn't exactly going to be the noble heir he wanted. He seemed... For lack of a better word, flamboyant. He loved to dance, seduce women, dress sharply, and have fun. Of course, this wasn't COMPLETELY true, to survive in court you need people to underestimate you, Sir Ithmagpe does have a bit of a noble streak in him. An event soon happened, his mother was struck down by an illness! Sir Ithmagpe took to drinking even more, if that was possible. It took a bit for him to recover, but now he's a bit more cynical, though he still seems to be an effete aristocrat. However, Sir Ithmagpe has lately been growing bored with court life, and has been planning to make a trip to the lands of the elves, to see what wonders THEY have to offer.
((You could say your in the prison with me.))
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Aleviel stood with her arms pressed below her, feet planted firmly on the ground and a slight grimace to her features. Her father was somewhere behind her working on a draft horse’s plate, and her job was to keep the anvil from moving until he returned to hammer it better into shape. Although this had seemed as simple as keeping an eye on the large surface at the time, Aleviel had quickly learned that her father needed her to physically hold onto his wooden worktable to be sure that his bending fork didn’t fall out since one of its legs had given way. It wouldn’t have been so hard if the bending fork hadn’t been sitting in fire for almost an hour and protruding out of the anvil’s top looking as if it had the intent to scald her.
And now she had sweat rolling down her back.
Aleviel stretched her neck and shifted her weight to one leg in hopes of somehow relieving the itch that single bead of sweat had brought on her lower back, but when she did so the table shifted ever-so-slightly to the right, and the bending fork followed. She watched it with narrowed eyes, letting out a low whistle when the material came dangerously close to grazing her.
“Alright back there?” Her father asked from behind her in Rohirric.
“Ah-huh,” She mumbled back, pursing her lips at the way her legs were beginning to shake, “it’s getting to be a bit much for me, though.”
After turning around and noticing her weak posture, her father came around to the anvil and plucked it out of her hands like it was a child’s toy. “You should take a break.”
Aleviel watched him set it on the ground with ease and discarded the useless table near the fire. “I think that would be wise.”
“Bring me a meal from the house?”
“Sure, Papa.”
Aleviel gathered her horse outside her father’s blacksmith shop and headed into town, following the road that would eventually take her to her mother’s home.
Accepted. Interesting Character. ))
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((This will be the start of my new character))
Inform the king/general. ))
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