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Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Kili smiled his thanks to Gandalf, and he felt quite good about himself. For once, he felt equal to the others, for he was to be one of the company to reclaim the homeland of their people and kin. Thorin would not cower from this mysterious figure -- why should he?

With that thought, Kili decided to get some answers for himself. The dwarf was really very light on his feet, and so he barely made a sound as he approached the woman. Gandalf had encouraged him to say hello, and therefore he knew she could not have been a threat, though he remained cautiously curious all the same.

He'd reached the fireplace, though he kept a few paces away. In order not to startle her, he cleared his throat to make his presence known. What should he say? Mahal only knew that it took him half the journey to Hobbiton to plan out his greeting to their host.

Falling back on Gandalf's advice, he believed a simple hello would be enough. Despite being a touch intimidated, he faced her, and the odd feeling that he knew who this was never seemed to fade away. "Um...hello," he offered a hesitant smile, and he was rather transfixed by her appearance. Was this an elf? A human? Kili had seldom traveled until now, but in his inexperienced opinion, she looked to be neither.

"I'm Kili...I came here with my brother, Fili." The prince introduced himself, then paused. "Did you arrive here with Gandalf?" Out of politeness, Kili did his best not to stare, but he had never seen someone like this, and no one had mentioned her being there.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

"Their leader?" Bilbo seemed only capable of asking questions. One of the dwarves happened by with his prized tomatoes, and instinctively he snatched them away. "No, no. Put that back," he scolded a dwarf with hair resembling the coloring of a skunk, and instead of a response, he was given complete gibberish in return. The chair he'd been carrying was not put back, rather he carried it along to put into the dining area.

Too much was happening, too much was being said, and no answers had been given to him. Bilbo's patience was wearing very thin, and he clenched his hands into fists as he prepared himself for a heated rant. "They pillaged the pantry. I'm not even going to tell you what they've done to the bathroom, they all but destroyed the plumbing." The hobbit made his dissatisfaction known, and in vain he tried to put things away that had been misplaced. "I don't understand; what are they doing in my house?"

"Mister Boggins! Where do you keep your tankards?" Kili entered the room as if he'd lived there his entire life; he didn't seem quite shy. "Or do you drink from bowls?" The question was quite serious, though to Bilbo he felt that Kili was poking fun at him.

"They are in the cupboard," the hobbit snapped, though Kili barely heard him, he was too busy looking to Gandalf in wonderment. This was Gandalf the Grey, and he had heard plenty of tales about him. "Kili! Hurry up, lad!" Dwalin bellowed from the adjoining room, and the youngest turned to leave, though he could not help but notice the lone figure near the fire. This was definitely not a hobbit, nor a dwarf. She was too tall for that. Who was this, and why did he feel that he'd known her?

For once, Kili was not quite as bold as he may have been. Normally, he might approach and ask for himself, but he was a touch intimidated, though completely curious.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Bilbo could only stare in a mixture of confused dismay. The hobbit did his best to count the number of intruders, but then an all too familiar face peered down upon him. "Gandalf!" This was beginning to make a bit more sense. Were these his guests? Bilbo opened his mouth to give him a piece of his mind, but he clamped it shut when he saw that there was a woman now too. This female was unlike any others he had ever seen, and he could only stare with wide eyes as his mind made feeble attempts to understand just what was going on.

"I do not understand," Bilbo moved aside as the array of dwarves got to their feet, each talking, some joking, others mumbling things that made little sense. For so many to see him in his robe and pajamas was rather embarrassing, and so he mumbled a hasty 'excuse me' as he retreated into his room to change.

Now properly dressed, Bilbo returned, just as Kili was helping Fili move a keg of ale into the dining room. "Put that back!" The scolding seemed to go out one ear and out the other, for Kili was making jokes and laughing with Dwalin about some ale that had been spilled earlier.

Cursing his misfortune, Bilbo fixed his suspenders, and he now faced Gandalf for the third time that day. "Did you invite them?" The dwarf glanced from him to the woman with uncertainty, and then he heard a dish break with a quick call of 'sorry!' from Bofur. This day could not have gone worse, he was sure of it.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Kili longed to prove himself useful on the journey, and so at the mention of helping, he practically jumped at the chance. Dwalin was a dwarf he respected and often admired from afar; he was strong, scarred from previous battles, and very well respected. Everything that a dwarf should be, in the youngest's opinion.

"Mister Dwalin!" Kili smiled up to him, and the burlier of the two clasped a hand to his shoulder. With the other, he clasped Fili's. "Good to see you lads," he told both brothers, and from there he showed them an impressive collection of various brew. The drinks were stored in heavy kegs, ones that Kili was certain he and Fili could move.

In the distance, the prince could overhear Bibo's flustered speech and footsteps as he went from one place to the next. The poor hobbit seemed positively beside himself, for reasons Kili could not understand. "Excuse me, you haven't yet answered my questions!" For what felt the tenth time, Bilbo made an attempt to speak with Balin. The white haired dwarf was busy admiring his pantry of various vegetables and cheeses.

"And what questions might those be?" There was no sarcasm in his tone, Balin truly did wish to know, but right then there was another series of knocks at the doors. Bilbo's eyes narrowed dangerously, and if he hadn't control of himself, he may have said something rather unkind.

Again the hobbit went from the kitchen (he shot Fili and Kili a glower upon his passing) and into the front entry. "What is it now?!" Bilbo pulled open the door, and from there several dwarves fell into a heap at his bare feet.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

"It's nice, this place." Kili observed the home, the smile never leaving his features. "Did you do it yourself?" A hobbit home was very different from the homes he was used to. The ceiling was lower, for one thing, and it was really quite comfortable and warm. A welcomed change from the chill of outdoors.

"Uhm, no." Bilbo staggered under the weight of Fili's weaponry, and he was startled by the sight of it. Bilbo was not partial to swords, or anything of that nature. Too dangerous. "It's been in the family for years," he referred to his home, and to his great shock and annoyance, Kili wiped his boots off on the chest in the hallway.

"That's my mother's glory box! Could you please not do that?!" Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle him for such carelessness. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed past them into the kitchen once again. Who knew what kind of chaos was taking place?

Kili removed his boot from the box, then watched as their host stomped off. Hobbits were really rather strange. "I'd say we made perfect time. Do you think Thorin has arrived yet?" The youngest wondered, as they'd taken separate roads. Thorin had other matters to settle first.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Bilbo was quick to move aside as the burly dwarf made his entrance inside of the home. "Just a moment," he tried his best to protest against his new guest, though it was all in vain. The hobbit shut his circular door, and then he followed after Dwalin, his eyes taking in his numerous tattoos and burly build. This was not a dwarf to cross.

"Food?" Again, he was aghast. "Who told you this?" There was another knock at the door, and Bilbo nearly threw his hands up in frustration. What was going on? Grumbling to himself, the hobbit answered again, and this time he was met with someone more equal to his height.

There stood a dwarf, white hair and beard, with a friendly expression upon his face. "Balin, at your service!" The older dwarf spread his arms out (Bilbo feared he was going for a hug) and then he gave a polite bow before entering the cozy home.

Bilbo shut the door for the second time, and he watched in disbelief as the dwarf entered the kitchen area. "Greetings, brother," the shorter of the two smiled fondly, while Bilbo watched from the back, arms folded with displeasure. "Excuse me," before he might protest, someone knocked for the third time.

Bilbo practically stomped down the hall. Brows furrowed, he jerked open the door, and there before him stood two more dwarves. A blond and brunette, each young, each seemingly relieved to have arrived to the correct home. Once Fili had introduced himself, Kili gave a bow, "and Kili, at your service!"

Once the formalities were over with, Kili resumed his normal posture and offered a large, boyish smile. "You must be Mister Boggins!" And so Bilbo's stressful evening began.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

Bilbo Baggins had started his day similar to many others. The hobbit preferred to keep to himself, and aside from a rather strange run-in with a wizard, his day had been rather mundane. This was perfect, of course. The more isolated he remained, the better. After he'd purchased a fish from the marketplace for dinner, Bilbo had returned home to prepare his meal when he heard a knock at the door. Odd. Visitors were far and few in-between, especially at this hour.

With a sigh, Bilbo rose to his feet, left the table, and got the door. At the very least, the hobbit had expected to face someone of equal height. This was far from the case, however. Dwalin seemed to tower over him, rendering Bilbo very nervous. "Yes?" Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. "May I help you?"

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

The day began like many before it, though Thorin could not help but feel unsettled. The prince of Erebor could not quite place his finger on what was amiss, nor why he felt so uneasy, but he put those thoughts aside and went about his daily duties as his grandfather's adviser. Something would happen today, he was certain of this...though he was unprepared for the horrors that would soon take place.

What happened that day remained a haunting recollection for many. Lives were lost, Erebor was attacked and engulfed in a dangerous wave of flames. The dwarves had once believed their kingdom impenetrable, but that was far from the truth. Smaug saw to that. The mighty dragon had claimed victory, and the Arkenstone was forever lost...or so many believed.

Thorin, on the other hand, refused to believe this. He had saved his grandfather from being brutally killed, and he remembered the sight of the Arkenstone slipping down the stairway, only to be buried with gold, and covered by Smaug's impressively large form.

The Arkenstone was still there, and he would one day reclaim it.

Many years after they had settled in the Blue Mountains, Thorin's younger sister, Dis had married and had two sons of her own. Fili was the eldest, then Kili, the youngest. Both brothers were close as could be, and both had shown promise. As they grew, they proved themselves, and finally Thorin relented. They were to accompany them on their journey to Erebor, to reclaim what had been stolen.

After the attack on their homeland, Thorin had changed, and not for the better. Haunted by his past, he vowed to put things right. For his kin, and for his people. It was only a matter of time before they set out, a company of thirteen.

Hobbit-LOTR: Quests, Curses, And Guardians { Angel & Polarize }

BASIC

Full Name: Ghent
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY



Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

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Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

SEEKING 1X1 RP (Fandoms, Fantasy, Modern, etc)

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