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Definitely interested huge fan of GoT but I try too stay away from cannon characters even ones that aren't even established so if possible could I maybe take a guard captain or sworn shield that worships the old gods but let me know what you all think :)
Interested.
Hello! Extremely sorry about my inactivity I have been really busy with irl stuff but if you'll still have my I'd like to continue if not that is completely understandable once again really sorry.
Sorry once again I am a nazi I don't really care but lore wise a bow requires a certain draw weight now elves are stonger and faster than man so it would just make sense that their draw weight would be something ridiculous I don't really care just saying lol

Bow of the High Elves

A Bow of High Elves is the weapon used by High Elves of Lindon and Rivendell, the bows being amongst the best bows of all of Middle-earth, capable of shooting arrows at great distances. Elladan, son of Elrond, was reputed to use this bow to great effect. In the film rendition, the High Elven bows appear to be made of a golden metal, thus requiring great strength to use.

From the wiki once again don't care not trying to be an asshole just proving my point.
@@Dutchess Sarah I hate being a lore nazi but it's impossible for a human to use an elven bow the draw weight would be to much sorry ._.
I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure at this point in time the gates of Moria are sealed.
Ori had woken with a start to the sound of footsteps in the hall. He pulled himself out of the cot he had been given and threw on a tunic and breeches. Belting his belt and short-sword he peaked his head into the hall it was empty but the hair smelled of death and a strange breeze sent tingles down his spine. He returned to the room and shut the door grabbing the candle on the bed side he peaked back into the hall. Once assuring him self that it was empty he began down the stairs.

As he entered the main hall he saw his fellow compatriots gathered around a map listening as Raven spoke in a low whisper. "...until arriving at the walls of Moria. Depending on how the lands condition is, we may have to pass through Moria to arrive at Rohan. From Rohan we move to Gondor the Mordor…that is the general path that has been recommended to us, if there is trouble and knowing us there will be, there may have to be a couple changes made. As for now, I will answer any questions you all may have about tomorrow."

Ori cleared his throat and in a groggy voice said "What all this about? Have we another contract? I'm up for anything as long as there is coin." He stroked his auburn beard with a calloused hand and with the other lifted the candle so as to get better view of the part.
Ori sat on a camp stool, brewing over tankard of mead, his clay pipe hanging from his lips. Reaching into the pouch at his side he pulled a wad of tobacco and packed it into the bowl. Striking his flint with the blade of his knife to light it. The night had been one full of merry-making and celebration but dance and mead had left him feeling drowsy. He noticed a group of his fellow mercenaries chatting for a while and then walking off towards the mayor's table. Ori thought that it was odd but assumed that there leader Raven was going to collect his coin. Ori followed his short legs wobbly as he tried to catch up. He abandoned hope at the edge of the woods, where they carried on down the road, as he turned back to return to his humble quarters at the inn.
Sorry I haven't posted yet but I'll have one up today.
1: Name:Ori son of Nori

2: Sex:Male

3: Place of Birth:Blue Mountains

4: Age:53

5: History:Ori was born into a family of merchants travelling from Bree to the blue mountains on a regular basis. Trading goods such as Iron and basic medals for timber and cloth aswell as food. The roads are dangerous though so from a young age Ori was taught to defend himself and soon became a guard on his fathers caravan. One day while making a trip to Tharbad their caravan was set on by Dunlanders. His father and mother where slain in the raid aswell as much of their companions but those who remained scattered. Ori made his way to Bree, being a familiar place at this point, with naught but his mattock and chain mail. There he signed on with a mercenary party to make his living.

6: Race:Dwarf

7: Random Information:(Class) Barbarian/Knight (weapons) 4ft long Mattock, Short sword, Sheild

Don't know if I should put this here or.. but yeah let me know what you think.
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