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Mid 20s. Been here a long time, generally only join friend's rps. Constantly tired. Masc nonbinary, preference for they pronouns but he are ok too!

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Trewion Lhindél Magoler

Lhindél



Lhindél is an elf of Eryn Lasgalen (once known as Mirkwood), of a noble and well known line of sword wielders – meaning he is among nobility. He is of mixed Silvan and Sindar descent, though more predominantly Silvan due to his mother being pure Silvan elf. At the age of 200 Lhindél is a young elf, often viewed as inexperienced, though old compared to many other races. This (leading to the belief he is more likely to empathise with the shorter lived races), along with his nobility and skills, is why he was chosen to be emissary. Lhindél is light footed and incredibly skilled with a sword, something passed down through his father’s side of the family – and something he has practiced for years, and earning him the third name Magoler (Sword Song). Where his skill with the sword is quite something his ability with the bow, a commonly used weapon by Silvan elves, is well below average.

As many elves do Lhindél sees himself as somewhat superior to the other free people. However he is not specifically racist, nor does he believe that he is above working with them. He is quite willing to try and judge individuals for who they are rather than for the fact they will live a shorter life than him. Lhindél is intelligent (though not as much as many other elves) and reserved, sometimes seen as quite uptight. However he has a strong sense of loyalty and will dedicate himself to whatever work he is doing, or any person he wishes to be loyal to.

Lhindél stands at 6'5", his height and slender build showing him to be Elven nobility. The natural litheness of his race is couple with his fitness, giving him well defined muscles from years of honing his skill as a swordsman. His hair is dark and long and often has multiple braids running through it. His skin is fair going on pale, surprisingly unblemished for a warrior. He has cold, steel grey eyes - with no hints of other colours within them.

Name Translation: Son of Trewlang, Slender Star, Sword Song
Well here's the first of the two characters, my elf (who is the Elven Emissary). Will probably add a bit of an appearance description later. Hobbit will be done later today


I'm planning on having a character done by tomorrow - currently throwing up between a hobbit or an elf, though probably leaning towards the latter ^^ not the easiest decision though ><
@Lucian great I'm glad that there is still space, I'll get a character done soon

And don't worry about it - i just wanted to wait rather than showing interest and dropping out
Is there still space in this roleplay? I didn't put interest earlier because I wasn't sure what the exact premise is, but having read through the ooc I'm interested :)


Fritz’s Room, Dirt Town Orphanage


Nim stood off against one of the walls of the room, watching carefully from the shadows. She wasn’t the type that liked to be right up with the crowds of other people. As much as she would have liked to see Fritz before he passed, or even as he did, it hadn’t been worth pushing through the other children. Now that they were wailing? Definitely not.

It wasn’t that Nim wasn’t sad. Tears ran down her cheeks, her emotions clearly readable for once. She was still only eleven and unlike some of the older kids didn’t need to keep up appearances and didn’t care that anyone would see her crying (though she was hidden well enough). She wasn’t about to break her normal quietness by wailing, however. That just seemed futile. Fritz was dead and it wasn’t going to bring him back.

She wasn’t looking forward to being on the streets again. It was undoubtedly what would end up happening – as young as she may be she knew the gangs wouldn’t respect this area as an orphanage anymore. The streets would probably be safer than just staying here.

Nim noticed one of the older orphans speaking to Mary, Zahn if she recalled correctly, and strained to hear what he was saying over the wailing of the young children. When she couldn’t catch more than a word she shrugged, giving up. It was time to leave the room anyway, she was beginning to feel just a little bit on edge with so many people around.

Keeping to the edge of the room Nim made it to the door and slipped out, still staying in the shadows. Outside she found three more of the older children and moved slightly closer to them – to listen to what they were saying, trying to stay unnoticed. It wasn’t that she was feeling particularly nosy but if they managed to organise themselves, or even any of the others, she’d tag along.

As much as she may not love other people’s company Nim knew it would be better for her to stick with others.
@Medjedovic Great thanks :)

I'll get a post written up by tomorrow ^^ Also feeling like my character is a bit young theres a lot of 15 year olds :P
Here we go - didn't expect to get time to finish this tonight

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