Hello! 
I'd like to join this, if you get it running!
I completed a character sheet for your viewing pleasure.

[hider=Renael Maileen]
[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Name:[/color][/u][/b]  Renael Maileen
  
[u][b][color=#FF3D00]Gender:[/color][/b][/u] Female
  
[u][b][color=#FF3D00]Age:[/color][/b][/u] 440
  
[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Race[/color]: [/u][/b]Andrann

  
[b][u] [color=#FF3D00]Appearance:[/color][/u][/b] 
Renael stands at a very unimposing 5' 5", with an average build, and an elegant posture that leaves the impression she's very proud. Her skin is a very dark brown, like that of freshly turned earth, and she boasts visible scarring around her wrists. A waist length mane of curly black hair rests somwhat-neatly atop her head. Her eyes are a vivid red and she often looks as if she's "staring into someone's soul". She likes her appearance kept simple, with her robes varying between solid colors-- commonly blue, red, and purple. Gold hoops and studs decorate her ears and a solid gold chain rests around her neck.
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[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Personality:[/color] [/u][/b] 
The first thing someone could note about Renael is her obnoxiously non-serious nature. Jests and playfulness act as her most dominate and obvious characteristics, with a seemingly unbreakable optimistic outlook on life highlighting her nature. She laughs for nearly every emotional reaction, sometimes even laughing for no clear reason-- calling Renael "eccentric" is an understatement. Her outgoing and friendly traits keep the main stage while an oddly private nature contrasts them. Renael seems to want to get to know others, but not let them get to know her. 
  
[b][u][color=#FF3D00]History:[/color][/u][/b] 
Renael was born during the ban on magic. Though the ban was in place, it certainly didn't halt her innate abilities from manifesting. She ran away from home at the age of fifteen, joined a small secret school for mages, and was caught and imprisoned nearly fifty years after joining said school. Seventy-five years in prison later, along came the Great Migration. No one knows what exactly happened to Renael in prison except for her, but she emerged somehow more powerful than before she went in. 

During a multitude of battles fought over Galadhon, Renael had the chance to distinguish herself. Boasting a particular love for fire and all things burning, Renael's known specialty was bathing whole platoons of soldiers in flames, raining fire down upon her enemies, and laughing all the while. While seen as both a hero and lunatic, Renael became known as the "Cackling Dragon" on the battlefield, as she prefers to be up close and personal when casting, rather than throwing spells from the safety of walls. 

Of course, this is just information gained from word of mouth, and [i]could[/i] be very exaggerated. 
Whatever the case, the most true fact is that her specialty is definitely [color=#FF3D00]fire.[/color]

  
[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Equipment[/color][/u][/b]: 
[b]--"Hound" Carved from Marble:[/b] [i]A simple trinket. The Hound has three heads. Weird.[/i]
[b]--Black Leather Grimoire:[/b] [i]Heavy. No markings on the outside. Blank pages-- Renael occasionally "reads" it. A solid steel chain keeps it attached to her belt.[/i]
[b]--Steel Dagger:[/b] [i]Boringly normal. No markings. A little dull. 200 year old Hobgoblin made.[/i]

[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Example post:[/color][/u][/b] 
"Questions? I've plenty o' questions," she laughs, shaking her head slowly. Holding a hand up, Renael curls fingers down as she counts her questions, "Why promise riches and fame if we'd all die upon failure, anyway? Why should I trust you? Why should I trust them? And where's that ale?" Grinning widely, Renael looked around the tavern, and wondered what the other patrons thought of this conversation. 

She was sure the people around had some opinions, especially since folks never seemed to mind their own business, no matter how much they thought they did. There would always be words said too loudly, too suspiciously, and that was simply the way of things. One could never be too careful when discussing such "important" matters aloud. Was this another conversation that would get her jailed? Was it just another person acting out of paranoia? If so then, Gods be good, she understood his position. Even the shadows and squirrels held knives to your back, when seen through the eyes of paranoia.

[b][u][color=#FF3D00]Other:[/color][/u][/b] 
[b]Singer:[/b] Renael is a trained singer, but only does so when she personally feels up to it.
[b]Convincing:[/b] Renael has the rather unsettling trait of being a very good liar.
[b]Storyteller:[/b] She's full of tall tales and stories.[/hider]