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Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

Can I be a descendant of Ungord. So one of her other descendants laid eggs on an elf but only one survived. A creature with the shape of an elf with high intelligence but the limbs and characteristics of a spider was born. A hunger for consuming knowledge with its favorite food being elves.

@Bishop

Hello there! I'm one of the Co-GMs, and while I can't literally talk for Lucien, I think I can say a definite, 100% no to this idea. First of all, I don't think some kind of Elf/Spider hybrid would fit in very well with outside society. In fact, they'd probably be killed very quickly, if the Elves of Mirkwood hadn't done so already. Secondly, an Elf/Spider hybrid would likely be impossible if we're going off Tolkien canon.

@Dealdric
While having Aquarious as a solitary elf would be fine - we have some already, if I'm not mistaken - the rest of the sheet I think could use some re-working. While I understand you're trying to go for a mysterious angle, you've written him to seem like some kind of magical anomaly, like Tom Bombadil. As I understand it, we're going for canon-ly named races only - barring the ones that are monsters or extinct, that is. If you are making him an elf, his description doesn't sound very much like one. Of an unknown age (Let's assume at least in the 2000's, if he's "older than most" in Mirkwood) but he does childish things like running away when asked about his past? He will only do certain things for gold, when the greed of elves doesn't usually lie with such material things?

As for other things, I think there needs an explanation. While the GM doesn't particularly want much from a CS, unusual or out-of-the-ordinary things garner some explanation; more for a gauge of your lore-knowledge and writing ability, I'd say. If he's friendly with "Wizards", I would assume only Radagast, as he dwells in the same forest. Radagast canonically enjoys the company of animals, and little else - perhaps a reason for why they would be considered friends? On that note, how can someone so mysterious and solitary have lots of friends in Middle-Earth? Furthermore, how old actually is he? Who taught him to fight and use magic? Why is he so important that the Silvan Elves would seek him out and spend time and money for him to go to Gondor with their representative?

Other things to keep in mind, simply for advice sake (As we are taking lore mainly from the books, not the movies):

"sells potions to Gondor"

Potions of what, exactly? From I can gather from the lore, potions aren't really a thing in Middle-Earth. Healers tend to use direct magic rather than dabble in alchemy, or at the most, some kind of salve (Usually made from Athelas). I don't think there's much demand for potion making... unless he's conning them, in which case, another very un-Elvish thing to do.

"unlike most elves, he will eat fish"

Not unusual? Plenty of Elves eat meat and fish, so I'm not sure where you've got that from.

"even among dwarves believe it or not"

Again, this isn't really shocking. The animosity between Elves and Dwarves was definitely played up in the movies - particularly The Hobbit trilogy - but it wasn't like that. The history of both species are bound together, and they're too close to really hate one another; during the second half of the Third Age (In which the books take place) they were mistrustful of each other, but that was a mutual feeling across all races in Middle-Earth at that time, as they were very dark days. After the War of the Ring however, that trust returned, as Sauron was beaten. Some Elves and Dwarves may harbour mistrust, or perhaps even irritation due to their very different natures towards one another, but it is hardly on the scale like Peter Jackson portrayed in the movies.

Finally... gold armour? Nope. Unless you're talking about the colour, gold armour would be as pointless as a sun-loving troll. And (This is just me talking, feel free to ignore it unless the GM agrees) the name "Aquarious" doesn't sound Elvish in the slightest.

Anyhoo, that's the opinion of the Co-GMs. We'll have to wait on @Lucian for any agreements or disagreements with our points, or if he has anything else to add. :) Thanks for applying!

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@POOHEAD189

Well, the Ringbearer has finished her exams quest, so she will make for the Grey Havens very soon!

Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

The only wizard characters in middle-earth (as far as we can assume from canon) is Radagast, and the two blue wizards. I believe the GM and another player has plans for the latter, so you'll need to contact them. I don't think a canon character will be needed though, an OC may be better.

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@Sol Grim

I believe so!

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@Tangletail

Ahem

_{It's "Lis" lololol}

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Adelard Took II

Adelard Took has been perturbed by a thought for quite some time now - in fact, such a topic has always been on his mind ever since he learnt to toddle and demands stories from his parents, but since his 50th birthday two years ago, Adelard can't help but wonder what he's doing with his life. The age of 52, and not one adventure to show for it! A quite shameful thing in his eyes, what with being not-so distantly related to famous (Or infamous, depending on who you asked) Hobbits such as Bandobras Took, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and his very own Grandfather, Peregrin Took - who went off on his own adventure as a tween! Naturally, these stories had been told to him all of his life, and Adelard has thirsted for nothing else since. Well, not counting ale, of course. And pipeweed. Oh, and mushrooms, naturally. On second thoughts, Adelard has thirsted for nothing quite as much as adventuring than anything else in his life. But unfortunately, it would seem the foolhardiness of Took's seemed to have skipped him, for rather than wandering out into the wilds to try and find some quest to have, he remained in Tookland - helping his father, the Thain, with various issues in and about Westfarthing and involving the military of the Shire. For there remains a cautious streak to Adelard, and it is something that not even his curiosity can top. He would much rather be prepared for something with a destination in mind, rather than just going where the road takes him.

This caution likely comes from his nature - for a Hobbit, he has an admirably quick and keen mind, excellent for strategy and planning. Not that that comes in very handy these days, what with the West being so peaceful; but he's yet to find anyone who can beat him in a game of chess. Adelard also enjoys puzzles; any type he can get his hands on, be they jigsaws, puzzle boxes or riddles, simply to keep his mind as sharp as he makes sure his soldiers keep their swords. Other than this, he has taken to learning of the history and languages of other races, even going so far as to learn some Sindarin, and a few phrases in other versions of Elvish. He's yet to wrap his head around Khuzdul, however - very guttural, that tongue. Outside of learning, and making sure everything he has learned stays in his head, Adelard remains a rather friendly and cheerful Hobbit. He can still find pleasure in the simple things, for if one couldn't, they wouldn't be a Hobbit, let alone a Took. Conversations can be struck up with most as far as he's concerned, and he'll remain amicable with even the most dour and boring of folk. Everyone has something interesting about them somewhere; he just tries to find it.

In terms of appearance, Adelard looks to be your typical Halfling. Considered to be above-average in height at 4'1" (However, all of his family after Peregrin was born taller than most - Pippin himself said it was probably remnants of the Ent-Draught in their blood, although Adelard had to wonder if that was ever a true story.), he attempts to keep himself as lean as possible with exercise, although a somewhat portly stomach is unavoidable at the amount he drinks. His chestnut brown hair is curly, kept trimmed along his forehead, but let to grow slightly longer at the back and sides, even going so far as to grow sideburns. A dimpled smile is usually seen upon his round face, and berry-black eyes are often crinkled with laughter.

Beyond his strategic mind, Adelard's skill with a blade is better than average, and he carries with him a simple steel shortsword. However, it is both his quick-thinking and want for adventure that his father, Faramir Took, decided to send him as Emissary when the call from King Eldarion came. Adelard was more than happy to go, and his father had the comfort that his son's cautious mind would do him well if the journey should prove treacherous. Just in case something were to go wrong, Faramir gifted him an Elven cloak; the very same one Pippin had been given in the forests of Lothlórien, passed down from father to son. Although missing the brooch and several decades old, the cloak looked and smelled brand new, bringing with it a sense of ease that Adelard hadn't even realised he was missing when he put it on, at the beginning of his journey.

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@Lucian

I hope he's okay!

Adelard Took II

Adelard Took has been perturbed by a thought for quite some time now - in fact, such a topic has always been on his mind ever since he learnt to toddle and demands stories from his parents, but since his 50th birthday two years ago, Adelard can't help but wonder what he's doing with his life. The age of 52, and not one adventure to show for it! A quite shameful thing in his eyes, what with being not-so distantly related to famous (Or infamous, depending on who you asked) Hobbits such as Bandobras Took, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and his very own Grandfather, Peregrin Took - who went off on his own adventure as a tween! Naturally, these stories had been told to him all of his life, and Adelard has thirsted for nothing else since. Well, not counting ale, of course. And pipeweed. Oh, and mushrooms, naturally. On second thoughts, Adelard has thirsted for nothing quite as much as adventuring than anything else in his life. But unfortunately, it would seem the foolhardiness of Took's seemed to have skipped him, for rather than wandering out into the wilds to try and find some quest to have, he remained in Tookland - helping his father, the Thain, with various issues in and about Westfarthing and involving the military of the Shire. For there remains a cautious streak to Adelard, and it is something that not even his curiosity can top. He would much rather be prepared for something with a destination in mind, rather than just going where the road takes him.

This caution likely comes from his nature - for a Hobbit, he has an admirably quick and keen mind, excellent for strategy and planning. Not that that comes in very handy these days, what with the West being so peaceful; but he's yet to find anyone who can beat him in a game of chess. Adelard also enjoys puzzles; any type he can get his hands on, be they jigsaws, puzzle boxes or riddles, simply to keep his mind as sharp as he makes sure his soldiers keep their swords. Other than this, he has taken to learning of the history and languages of other races, even going so far as to learn some Sindarin, and a few phrases in other versions of Elvish. He's yet to wrap his head around Khuzdul, however - very guttural, that tongue. Outside of learning, and making sure everything he has learned stays in his head, Adelard remains a rather friendly and cheerful Hobbit. He can still find pleasure in the simple things, for if one couldn't, they wouldn't be a Hobbit, let alone a Took. Conversations can be struck up with most as far as he's concerned, and he'll remain amicable with even the most dour and boring of folk. Everyone has something interesting about them somewhere; he just tries to find it.

In terms of appearance, Adelard looks to be your typical Halfling. Considered to be above-average in height at 4'1" (However, all of his family after Peregrin was born taller than most - Pippin himself said it was probably remnants of the Ent-Draught in their blood, although Adelard had to wonder if that was ever a true story.), he attempts to keep himself as lean as possible with exercise, although a somewhat portly stomach is unavoidable at the amount he drinks. His chestnut brown hair is curly, kept trimmed along his forehead, but let to grow slightly longer at the back and sides, even going so far as to grow sideburns. A dimpled smile is usually seen upon his round face, and berry-black eyes are often crinkled with laughter.

Beyond his strategic mind, Adelard's skill with a blade is better than average, and he carries with him a simple steel shortsword. However, it is both his quick-thinking and want for adventure that his father, Faramir Took, decided to send him as Emissary when the call from King Eldarion came. Adelard was more than happy to go, and his father had the comfort that his son's cautious mind would do him well if the journey should prove treacherous. Just in case something were to go wrong, Faramir gifted him an Elven cloak; the very same one Pippin had been given in the forests of Lothlórien, passed down from father to son. Although missing the brooch and several decades old, the cloak looked and smelled brand new, bringing with it a sense of ease that Adelard hadn't even realised he was missing when he put it on, at the beginning of his journey.

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Elennína
_"Star-Woman"

History

Born in Imladris in T.A. 2460, Elennína's family descended from the great Ñoldo Orodreth, king of Nargothrond and father to the famous warrior-King Gil-galad. Her genealogy remains almost entirely Ñoldor, with influences of Vanyar and Teleri only having appeared in her very earliest of ancestors.

Although having been born in Imladris, Elennína and her family did not remain there for very long. Her father - being a quite forward thinking merchant - wished to move to Mirkwood, hoping the larger Elven Kingdom could provide more for he and his family; the close proximity of both the Dwarves of Erebor and the cities of Esgaroth and Dale also made the idea more tempting. Elennína's mother was hesitant at first, what with the dark shadow that had encircled the once green wood; Elennína too was unhappy. Although only 13 at the time - a rather young age for an Elf - she knew enough about Imladris and it's lands that it would be far more beautiful than Mirkwood, and she loathed to leave the peaceful Rivendell and it's people behind. The journey was long, but mostly undisturbed - her family were soon settled in the Kingdom of Thranduil.

Elennína did prefer her old home to Mirkwood, but she still found enjoyment there. The Silvan Elves had so many skills and stories that she had not even dreamed of in the West, and visiting the lands of the men and Dwarves with her father and brother were endlessly interesting for her. Her mind was opened past the discrimination of the species that still existed amongst elves, and in time she and her Ñoldor family integrated quite nicely into the people of Mirkwood, picking up the native languages of Sindarin and Silvan quite easily. As the two siblings reached adulthood, they enlisted with the Mirkwood guards, gaining skills in fighting with both sword and bow in order to protect their new home. Elennína wished that their King did something about the shadow over the forest, rather than just killing any dark creature that came too close to their borders; but she was young at this point, and didn't dwell on the thought all that much. It was several hundred years later in T.A. 2941 that she truly realised the darkness of their realm and the lands around it. The Battle of the Five Armies.

Having risen through the ranks of the Mirkwood guard at this point, Elennína and her brother Elenulo had joined the Elven host as it marched towards Erebor; the pair praised for being the swiftest runner and silent archer in Mirkwood respectively. A battle had not been expected at this point, so they had been merry at the prospect of the treasure awaiting their people at the Lonely Mountain. It wasn't long after the Dwarves were discovered alive and battle about to begin before news of Orcs came to them. As the host of darkness crested the hills in the distance, Elennína and Elenulo had promised to stay by each other's side, for if they were together, then they couldn't possibly fall.

However, as happens in war, such plans rarely go ahead without a hitch. She had lost him for what had been only a few seconds in her mind, but in the thick of battle, it had been impossible to stay with him. It was only when the dust cleared and their foes defeated did she find Elenulo, cut down by some unknown opponent, and barely clinging to life. She had held him and wept in his final moments, unable to do anything but watch as he bled out. The battle had been won, but at a high price.

After losing her beloved brother, Elennína could not bear to stay in Mirkwood any longer. An anger that she had never felt before raged in her heart, pinning the blame of his death on all parties involved in the battle; Thranduil, the humans, the Dwarves, the Orcs, and of course, herself. It was easy to hate the orcs, but she felt discomfort at her fury towards all others. They had lost beloved ones too, but the anger kept a firm hold of her - it would only do for her to leave, for peace eluded her in the stifling forests of Mirkwood.

She travelled a while, avoiding most and keeping to herself before her travels brought her back to her birthplace; Imladris. It was just as peaceful and calm as she had remembered, and so sought the council of Lord Elrond. Having already heard of the events that had transpired in the east, and the death of her brother, Elrond offered her teachings in the way of healing; out of all the magic she had developed (Which wasn't a whole lot), healing had been an art that had eluded her for years, so she had abandoned the study. Recalling how she had been helpless to save Elenulo from his wounds, Elennína gratefully took up Elrond's offer, and spent the next few decades studying beneath him. As time passed, her knowledge grew, and the fires of anger in her heart began to die down... but even since then, she has retained a distrust for Men and Dwarves. As the Second War of the Ring came about, this distrust was only instilled further in her heart; if certain members of their species had been less foolish and greedy, Elennína believed that this second War would not have even occurred. The flight of the Elves from Middle-Earth did not sit well in her heart either; evil still existed there, even with Sauron vanquished. And so, she decided to remain, bidding farewell to her parents at the Grey Havens and travelling to Lothlórien, hoping to live amongst and aid the Elves remaining there. Despite the time that had passed, Elennína still could not bear to set foot inside Mirkwood.

Now around the age of 740, Elennína volunteered to become guard for the Emissary, upon discovering what was happening. Her skill with a bow is renowned, and she has yet to meet an Elf that can move as fast as she. Paired with her healing magic learnt from Lord Elrond, it was decided she would make a decent Head Guard for Lhindél. However, this decision to volunteer was not a solely selfless act; this was the reason she had remained behind in Middle-Earth. To rid the world of evil, and do her brother proud.

Personality

Although rage left her heart many years ago, Elennína remains ever mistrustful of Men and Dwarves, some of this uncertainty even passing along to some of her woodland kin in Mirkwood; this could easily be attributed to her lack of contact with all of the above since the Battle of the Five Armies, and due to this, has seen a lack of actions from the three that could lead to her becoming more open-minded once again. Although hearing of men's triumph over Sauron's forces at Minas Tirith during the Second War of the Ring, she could not help but think of Isildur's weakness that had caused such an avoidable war in his lust for the One Ring, and the power it held. Instead, Elennína found herself having much more respect for the Hobbit-Folk, and the burden endured by Frodo Baggins and his kin for ending such an evil. However, regardless of her feelings for other races, Elennína will remain as polite and respectful as she can bare when talking with them. Unfortunately, a quick-temper and lack of tact can sometimes make such altercations tense, especially when it comes to important manners... such as the importance behind the meeting she now journeys to. Elennína cannot promise her emissary to keep her mouth shut in these talks, as long as others choose to consider what she thinks is the wrong - and foolish - path.

Outside of disagreements, Elennína remains the curious and adventurous soul that she was as a child; although more subdued in her older years, she can still find enjoyment in learning and enjoying new things and experiences; even new things about the Dwarves and Men that she has come to be wary of.

Appearance

Like most of her kin, Elennína's stature is both tall and lithe; standing at a height just short of 6 foot, her slender frame and natural lightness allows her to move faster and quieter than any mortal man could. Even among her kin, she is known for her speed both on the ground and among trees - although not a Silvan elf, her years in Mirkwood has given her more than enough practice in traversing branches and leaves, quiet enough to evade even the most scrutinising eyes and ears. Her looks too are typical of an elf; an angled and symmetrical face, pleasant to look upon, even with her piercing green eyes and generally stern expression. Elennína's hair is not quite as immaculately kept as many Elves tend their's; preferring to simply pull it back into a tight ponytail or plait to keep it out of her way in a fight - otherwise, it hangs loose, the dark auburn tresses long enough to brush against her hips.

The fair skin of her body is marred here and there from scarring of past wounds; most of them, including the most serious, sustained during the Battle of the Five Armies. Most have faded away to nothing more than silver lines, but a more notable one sits on her midriff, curving around from her left hip, to just under her right breast. The skin has long since healed, but will never disappear.

Inventory

Although nearly all have left from Imladris, Elennína continues to wear their armour, although omitting the use of the helmet as she finds it obstructs her peripheral vision more than she is comfortable with. Although the chest-plate and other components of her armour is made up plated metal, it was made to be light and agile, and as such, does not slow her down as heavier armour may.

As for weapons, Elennína carries a bow of average Elven make; there is nothing spectacular about it, beyond the usual stunning craftsmanship of her kin in such weapons. It is in her sword that her true talent lies, and while no master of the blade, it outshines her skill with the bow, and the longsword named Amaford has saved many over the centuries it has been used. With it, she carries two knives, kept from her time in the Woodland Realm, for she would be foolish to not carry with her spare weapons. Even if she does not need them in an emergency, a fellow on the battlefield may.

Other notable items Elennína carries with her is a bracelet of woven silver, a token of good luck gifted from her parents before they departed for Aman; she also carries a satchel for treating injuries, containing herbs such as Athelas for poisons, and first aid items such as needle and thread, bandages, etc.

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Lis watched on as Jackal attempted to explain his suggestion, her stance and raised eyebrow indicating how unimpressed she was. If he were to justify such an odd idea, he could have at least put more effort into it.

"Any fool should know how to maintain a sword; but I have doubts than anyone worthy of wielding a blade would bother to oil it before every battle - it's a fruitless thing to do, just as adding silver to an oil would be." The man's smile gave her a good indication of cockiness; on the other hand, it also showed he wasn't quick to anger, as some egotistical men could have been at the harsh words coming from such a small woman. However, Lis had always found that the quick-tempered ones were usually the more truthful. They certainly didn't believe in sugar-coating things, which was something she both appreciated and did herself. Turning to Allard, her eyes lost some of their sharpness at his question, even allowing for a rueful smile. "One of the first things a vampire will go for is the neck. Even the older, more experienced ones may be likely to target there; it's in their nature, and nature can be a hard thing to suppress. Especially for beasts like them. Add to that that most of the time the neck is left open to attack anyway by a lack of armour... well, one small cut is enough to open up your arteries and cause you to bleed out." Pausing with a shrug of her shoulders, she pondered over whether or not the fellow she had known would been safe against a more mature vampire; after all, silver was not a hard metal, and it wouldn't take much for a creature with wits about it to remove the offending metal... or their foe's head. "I wouldn't call it a fool-proof item of armour, but it's better than nothing. Besides, if a leech is aiming for an early lunch and is expecting blood, only to have their mouth set on fire by chewing down on silver, then it would certainly surprise it - enough for you to back away and deal some damage, if you're lucky." Stepping back to regard all of the members of the group, Lis' eyes landed on Jackal in particular.

"And that, Leon, is why a silver oil would do nothing but impede your own attacks. A vampire does not react to silver as a man would to a poisoned blade; it will hurt them, and it would certainly piss them off. But it wouldn't incapacitate or kill them. And with what would be such a small amount in oil might give them a rash, if the Gods were being favourable that day."

As for the other suggestions within the group, Lis couldn't complain. She hadn't the coin to completely replace all of her weapons for silver ones, and even if she did, wouldn't want to. Other than against vampires, silver swords weren't the most effective of weapons to have. They broke and blunted far easier than hard steel and iron would; blessing them would be better, as Kayden said. While Allard's thoughts on arrowheads and spears were indeed useful ones, they would be no good to Lis. Her using an 8-foot spear would be nothing but comical, and her skill with a bow was not something to be admired. Her steel blades could be blessed, and she could easily trade in a few of her steel daggers for a silver one, or even a valdium blade if she were lucky enough to find a bargain. Or, simply intimidate a shopkeep into giving her a bargain.

As Lis mulled those options over in her mind, a hard stare was dealt out to Hobnob as he arrived, canine counterweight yapping into the distance. Arms folded, she glared at the sprinting dog, and the gaggle of gnomes stumbling along behind it.

"I swear to the EverGod, gnome - if your insane idea of a living mechanical part messes up any plans we have to deal with this job, I'll slit it's damned throat and sell it to the butcher. Then we'll be using you as a counterweight." She growled, dark scowl now redirected at Hobnob.

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