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Name: Haarith Gimlân.

Physical Appearance: Descended of King’s Men Númenorean stock, Haarith is tall and grey-eyed, with an olive complexion and a slender build. Often found wearing flowing robes of white, beige, or black hues. As a token of his immense wealth, Haarith is often found wearing medallions upon his breast and rings fitted with gemstones upon each hand.

Personality: An accumulator of wealth, Haarith is analytical in thought and dry of speech. He has a quick mind for mathematics, though beneath this exterior of numbers and wealthy façade, he is deeply committed to the Temple of Zigûr, the Wizard-King of Lugbúrz and is a leading figure in terms of donations and renovations to the local shrines within Umbar and nearby localities. Alongside his rooted fanaticism is a deeply held disgust of the nimrubên, the elf-servants of Gondor, whom he holds responsible for the downfall of the legendary Yôzâyan. Not personally a warrior, Haarith prefers to pay and employ others to do his fighting, while leading and advising from the shadows.

Biography: Haarith was born a legitimate son of the ancient lineage of Gimlân, who’s origins are found in the legendary past of the Second Age colonization of the Firth of Umbar and the surrounding regions. The family was deeply immersed in the arts and traditions of the King’s Men faction of Númenor, worshipping and becoming enamoured of the dark as preached by Zigûr and his servants. For countless centuries, the family has been a backer of the rulers of Umbar, whether it be local Umbarin rule, Haradrim leadership, or even in the tenures of Gondorian rule over Umbar. Sometimes warriors, sometimes enslavers, sometimes merchant princes, the Gimlân family has always found it’s wealth and influence through the power of silver and gold, whether by sale of commodity, strength of arms, or the trafficking of slaves.

In the last years of the Third Age, the recent scions of House Gimlân have been staunch supporters of the living God-Emperor and Wizard-King, Zigûr, helping to propagate His ideals and influence amongst the locals of Umbar and even abroad against His enemies. Haarith was indoctrinated from an early age to despise and hold in contempt the elf-servants of Gondor, forever deemed his mortal enemies to the utmost end. Haarith’s father himself was slain upon Thorongil’s raid on Umbar, with Haarith coming to inherit and command the tremendous wealth of his family’s name, which he put to immediate use to strengthen the defenses and armies of Umbar. While not serving in any command capacity, he has used his wealth to outfit many ships, whether for raid, war, or enslavement.

Both his father and mother come from Black Númenorean stock, as much as remained in those later days of the Third Age, though there is much local Haradrim blood in his lineage too. However, he deems himself as having gotten the best of both worlds. All victims of Gondorian imperialism of the last three millennia should be united in common effort to stave off and defeat the poison of elven influence in their lands and even abroad. Zigûr worship has proven to be the most unifying concept in achieving this goal, with Haarith at an early age serving as an acolyte in the local temples, to using his family wealth to fund and enlarge temple holdings across Umbar.

With his investment in raiding and enslaving upon Gondor shores booming in the years prior to the War of the Ring, Haarith has utilized his wealth in enlarging his family estate. He has a hold or silent investment in many markets, such as the farming of cedar trees for use in Umbarin shipmaking, the ownership of auction blocks for the movement of slaves captured in raids, to more benign commodities such as olive farms, date trees, carpet weaving, incense processing, and the harvesting of myrrh for use in temple rituals. He commands and oversees many estates across the Firth, though with such a vast merchant empire, Haarith cannot be everyone at once, right?

In recent years, as the War against the traitorous nimrubên intensifies, Haarith looks to build and foster relationships with all the war chiefs of Umbar and Harad, whether on land or by sea, attempting to have his hand in as many pockets as possible to earn the greatest return on his generous outpouring of coin into their militant activities. And those who fail, and cannot pay their debts to him, Haarith always finds a way to make a return, whether by seizure of assets to pay off what is owed…or to seize the person themself, and make a sale on them, and their families, into slavery. Like the dark master he serves and worships, Haarith has no mercy for failures, even those of his own kin and kind. And the market places and auctioneer blocks are full of tales of Haarith’s ruthlessness in selling off his own failed subordinates.
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Age: 27
Birthday: 25 Ringarë of the Year 76 of the 4th Age
Mother: Elían of Cardolan
Grandfather: Hanasían of Arthedain and Rohan
Grandmother: Rosmarin of Cardolan
Occupation: Archive Librarian ~ Library of Adunie
Professional Interest: Historian, Calligraphy
Pastime: Wine and Cheese Making


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• History and Biography •

Gilrénna was born in the winter of the year 76 of the Fourth Age on the Hanavía estate in Minhiriath on the coast of Cardolan west of the Port of Lond Daer. Her grandmother Rosmarin was granted this estate by King Aragorn when he came and settled affairs in the north after the great war of the ring. Rosmarin's heritage had been recorded to be of the lineage of Cardolanion royalty of old, having lineage to Cäontar, second son of King Eärendur of Arnor and the first King of Cardolan. King Aragorn based his decision on various records contained in the Library of Imladris and the Archives of the Library of Gondor.

After Hanasían and Rosmarin passed, the estate was divided amongst their children with the house and surrounding lands given to Gilrénna's uncle Hanavía who was the eldest. But Hanavía had no desire to live there, instead opting to go to live in Rivendell, and he passed possession to the 2nd-oldest, her mother Elían. Gilrénna was Elían’s 1st-born child, and she has a younger sister named Gilraena and a younger brother named Hanílas. Elían bore all three of her children at the estate, and though Gilrénna would ask at times, Elían was never clear as to who her father was, for she spoke not of him. This would remain a secret until after Elían passed, for she had recorded the events of her life in a book she wrote.

From a young age, Gilrénna had shown skill in her calligraphy and artwork, and she took keen interest in the history of her family. So it was a joy when she discovered several journals and parchments stowed away in the wine cellar written by her grandfather Hanasían. With the reading, restoration, and preservation of these writings, Gilrénna ordered cataloged the writings, and made copies of her family history. It was quite by accident that she discovered a cipher written in many of the parchments, and it explained why Hanasían would leave some lines shorter than others. Once she realized the patterns, she went back and made notes of what was hidden in the writings. It was fascinating, but it made little sense and Gilrénna was sure there was a missing link she had yet to discover.

But life slowed for nobody, and in time Gilrénna fell in love with a young Dúnedain soldier from the line of Halbarad that she had met at the markets in Lond Daer. After a year of courtship, she agreed to marry him.


(more to come - Work in Progress)
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(Character Depiction: Bia Arantes)
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Hanasían

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• Heritage: Northern Dúnedain and Rohirric
• Year Born: Born the first day of Gwirith (Víressë), year 2990 III of the Kings Reckoning as used by the Dúnedain. (1390 Shire Reckoning)
• Father: Halasían, Dúnedain of the North
• Mother: Forcwyn of Rohan
• Sister: Halcwyn of Rohan
• Horse: Cloudwine - a light grey horse from Rohan
• Personality: Hanasían is usually rather quiet, but usually says what he means when he speaks. Can be outgoing at times.
• Scars: A scar he has on the right side of his throat where he was wounded in the Battle of Pelennor Fields.
• Weaponry: Long sword of Westernesse, Rohirric bow, an Elven knife, and a Varaigian knife he kept from the Variag of Khand he had fought with in the Battle of Pelennor Fields.
• Description: Rugged stature. Long dark hair that has a sandy, lighter look in sunlight. Its length is to his lower back, sometimes tied into a tail, sometimes not. Of average height as far as Dúnedain go at 6 feet and about 14 stone.
(Depiction Credit: Christopher Dane as Arathorn II in Born of Hope)


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History & Biography
Life Summary

Hanasían, along with his twin sister Halcwyn, were born in the wild near Lake Evendim in the year TA 2990. He was the second of three children of Halasían, Ranger of the North, and Lady Forcwyn of Rohan. His younger twin sister Halcwyn was born later on the same day. Their brother Hayna was much older, and Hanasían would not meet him until the battle of the Corsairs in the War of the Ring. With the birth of the twins, there was hope that his father and mother would heal many wounds between each other. But the darkness that held Halasían had not let go of him. It only went to sleep for a time. One day he came back from hunting with worry, and he gathered what little they had and made their way to Rivendell where his wife and two children were allowed to pass, but he was not. Elrond had not forgiven him of his excesses in battle, and Halasían said goodbye to his family and was never seen again.

Hanasían was raised in Rivendell for a time, for though Forcwyn desired to return to her people in Rohan, travel was perilous, and she stayed until Hanasían was nine. He learned horsemen skill from her kin in Rohan and would return again to Rivendell some years later to study and learn the arts of the Elves and train. After a few years he started to ride with the Rangers. He was considered young of age, but the times were ever darkening, and it was deemed that the time spent in the field would be better training for the evil days to come. Hanasían learned much skill from the Rangers, of which many of the elder ones knew his father. During this time, he refined his skills with his bow; learned skills of stealth; and the art of evasive movement. As he mastered these skills, and they would serve him well in the years to come.

Unlike his father, Hanasían was a relatively good-hearted man and would visit his mother Forcwyn and sister Halcwyn in Rohan whenever he had the chance. There never seemed to be enough time to spend with them though.



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Halcwyn

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• Heritage: Northern Dúnedain and Rohirric
• Father: Halasían, Dúnedain of the North
• Mother: Forcwyn of Rohan
• Brother: Hanasían of the Dúnedain and Rohan
• Home: Westfold of Rohan on the upper reaches of the River Adorn in the foothills of the White Mountains
• Birthday: Born the first day of Gwirith (Víressë), year 2990 III of the Kings Reckoning as used by the Dúnedain. (1390 Shire Reckoning) Younger twin to Hanasían.
• Husband: Freawine of Aldburg
• Date Married: 21st of Gwirith (Víressë) - 1 IV
• Children: Fairwyne - Daughter born on the 30th Day of Nórui (Nárië) - 2 IV. Hilénna - Daughter born on the 22nd day of Ivanneth (Yavannië) - 4 IV. Fréawine - Son born on the 11th day of Girithron (Ringarë) - 11 IV.


History & Biography
Life Summary


Born in Rivendell the first day of Víressë of the year 2990 of the 3rd age. She is younger than her twin brother Hanasian by mere moments as she was quick to follow him. Halcwyn and her brother lived in Rivendell for nearly ten years before making the long and dangerous journey back south to Rohan to live on the land her father Halasían and mother Forcwyn was given.

Halcwyn took a loving to the beautiful green fields and rolling foothills of the White Mountains, and she and her mother lived there for many years. Her brother, wanting to return to the north when he was of age, bid them farewell and rode seeking the Dúnedain Rangers and news of their father.

Though Halcwyn never aspired to be a shieldmaiden, she learned much from the elves of Rivendell, her brother, and those her age in Rohan who did practice weaponry. Halcwyn learned the use of knives, swords, and bow; and whenever the chances came, she and her brother would practice together using their knowledge and tactics they learned from the Dúnedain of the North and the Elves of Rivendell, working in the tactics used by the Rohirrim.

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Name: Cael (short for something no doubt but no one, not even Cael herself, knows what)
Age: Likely very old, but Cael has no memories further back than a century. Any time she tries to remember anything past this, she is highly susceptible to stroking out or an aneurysm. Given this setback, she's determined it's not worth looking into. Ineluctably, this means something from her forgotten past will arrive to ruin her good time.
Physical Appearance: Slender, almost bony, and gaunt, she has dark sea-grey eyes and wildly cut (shaved in a few places) hair of dark grey with random streaks of teal. She has high cheekbones and slightly sunken eyes, a perpetual, knowing smirk, and the barking laugh of a trickster. Her prized feature, however, is the dozen and a half piercings she's accumulated over the last century in a variety of places, in a variety of sizes, and a variety of decencies.
Biography: She doesn't remember anything past a century and has given up trying to discover who or what she was before that century. Dying is not something she's keen to tempt. Why bother when she's having a good time anyway? She a bard by trade, bouncing back and forth with dozen or so different troupes over the years. She plays the oud, an instrument she picked during a trip to Near Harad that had enough alcohol to drown a dozen rangers. Her favorite kinds of songs are the bawdy, immature kind. She's unwelcomed in most elven establishments due to her proclivities and chaotic, almost nihilistic nature. Even by the standards of the hardest partying elf of the Woodland Realm, Cael is crass. She's come to Minas Tirith to, well, she wants to be free to do what she wants to do, she wants to get loaded and she wants to have a good time. And that's what she's going to do. Rarely is Cael found distant from a bottle of spirits (the harder the better) or surrounded by a halo of fragrant cigarillo smoke.
"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes have yet to open... Fear the Old Blood..."

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Halvarin
Heritage: Gondorian Dúnedain
Born: 1395 of the Third Age
City of Birth: Pelargir
Height: 6’0”
Physique: Lean and Muscular if a bit skinny.
Appearance: Thick dark hair that goes just past his shoulders, slightly curly. Blue-gray eyes with a rough, short-cropped facial hair.
Skills: Good swordsman and has skill with ships.
Character: A quiet, easy going demeanor yet can be forceful should he see injustice. He is very much his father’s son, but he keeps his own counsel.
History: Halvarin was born in Pelargir to (name) and (name) and grew up with the knowledge of the sea all around him. Always a loyal Gondorian, Halvarin supported the Line of Kings even when that line was being called into question by most of the senior members of the Mariners Guild. When the Captains Guild eventually sided with the claims Castamir, the Master of Ships of Gondor, made denouncing the new king not long after the death of King Valacar. Halvarin did not immediately commit, saying that he was a Mariner of Gondor. As a navigator apprentice, he did his best to plot his course to stay clear of the shoals of rebellion that brewed within the Mariners Guild. He reluctantly sided with the Guild and his father, but did not disavow King Eldacar. When open rebellion came and Castamir demanded his officers swear allegiance to him as King, Halvarin had to choose which side of the chasm to keep his feet. Unfortunately, his father had decided for him when they moved on Edhellond, the home of his childhood friend, Amarwen.


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Amarwen
(Gondorian Sindarin – Earth Maiden)

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Born: Third Age 1398, Edhellond
Heritage: Dúnedain
Height: 5’ 8”
Physique: Clean lines, curvaceous

Appearance: Blue black, glossy hair that falls straight to her hips, large clear grey eyes, fair skinned - Amarwen is a classically beautiful woman.

Skills: Amarwen is educated and trained in all the various arts a noblewoman is expected to have mastered. She dances well, plays a number of instruments, but does not sing. She is well and widely read, has studied the history of her people extensively and can speak several languages. She rides well, hawk and hunt, and has a skill with the bow (at the archery range). She most certainly is not a warrior and has received no martial instruction in combat or war. However, she has a sharp mind and this has been encouraged by her parents.

Character: Amarwen was a warm hearted, rambunctious and joyous child with an honest nature, largely innocent of the world. Amarwen has been raised to place her family ahead of herself. She is very easy to love but she is far from passive.

History: Amarwen is the only child of the Lord and Lady of Edhellond. She was born into a family distantly related to Eldacar through a daughter of Hyarmendacil, and she was cherished. Noble and wealthy, well loved by the people of Edhellond, Amarwen’s childhood is a happy and safe one. Her family enjoys the peace their life, retired from the royal court, affords them. They are far enough away from Osgiliath that the cut and thrust around Gondor’s throne little affects them.

All of this changes when Castamir usurps the throne and deposes Eldacar. Her father, having ridden out to support Gondor's king is taken captive as Eldacar flees in such haste that he cannot even take his son with him. The first Amarwen hears of this is when her mother received tidings in Edhellond that Osgiliath has burned.

In time, after the sack of Osgiliath a group of men arrive in Edhellond to demand fealty to Castamir and the re-opening of the important harbour. It is on this day that we meet Amarwen and it is a fearsome day indeed. Gondor is turned inside by the kinstrife. Kin turns against kin and friend against friend.

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Mecarnil

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Born: 18 Lotesse 2978 III
Heritage: Northern Dunédain. Though he is from Arthedain, he has Cardolanion lineage.

Mecarnil was one of the thirty Dunédain rangers that rode south with Halbarad in aid of Chieftain Aragorn. Hanasian and Mecarnil had met each other in passing in Rivendell before they rode together south, and became friends and comrades in battle during the war and afterward. After the marriage of Aragorn and Arwen, Mecarnil remained in Gondor for a time before he returned to the north. to the service of Cardolan's uncrowned king in the early years of the Fourth Age. Joined his Ranger comrade Hanasian in the Black Company after the deaths of Bereth and Verawyn and the loss of their infant daughter, Erian. Mecarnil is the only known living Ranger from a Cardolanian line, and he knew Bereth and his family.


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Mercain

Born: 24 Yavannië 22 IV – Location: Bree
Heritage: Northern Dunédain
Height: 6’1”
Build: Lithe and lanky – though he had considerable strength acquired as a result of his chosen path as a soldier of the Reunited Realm.
Hair: Black and mostly straight, usually kept no longer than his collar as per the tradition of his people.
Eyes: Clear, vibrant grey – like the river stones that gleam beneath the clear waters of a rushing river.
Skills: Mercain, having been born to Mecarnil, Dunédain Ranger of the North, followed in his father's footsteps. He grew up training with swords, knives, and bows around his home in the north, and trained with bows, spears, and axes when he stayed for a time in Rohan with Halcwyn, sister of Hanasían. In Gondor he studied formation tactics and with his heirloom long sword of Westernesse, his preferred weapon, tasted battle when he rode with Faramir's Ithilien army to engage an Easterling warlord.
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Cadil
Age (bracket): 20ish

Physical appearance: Cadil tends to look younger than his actual age with his mischievous, playful brown eyes and his short dark hair sticking out every which way. He is not overly tall, standing at about 5 feet 8. Since he has great trouble with saying no to any food, he can easily put on weight and grow soft and chubby; however, if he would put his mind and effort to it, he could easily turn the soft, plump body into lean and strong muscles.

Personality: Cadil is very friendly and open to anyone whoever pays any attention to him, he has a bubbly, easy-going personality, and can be awfully silly at times. It can appear that he handles things and life in general with irresponsible carelessness and does not put effort into anything. To a casual observer it may seem that there is not much to him beyond that careless and laid back attitude that he always shows off; yet there may be more to him than meets the eye.

Biography: Cadil comes from a relatively wealthy family, being the only child and seemingly spoiled to no end by his parents. His father deals with court and legal matters, while his mother is a housewife and makes sure their home and small garden on the third circle of the city are always kept in perfect order. When his parents pressed Cadil to try and do something with his life, he eventually joined the military, though he dropped out of it without achieving anything of note, mostly just getting into trouble of various kinds with officers and not being of much use. Left without a purpose, he gave himself to pub crawling, getting into occasional brawls and being generally lazy. While he may ignore the constant reminders of his parents that he should start his own life, since he can live at home and be supplied for without a care, he still feels the nagging need to be useful even though he had been able to silence it this far. Perhaps the change of environment and meeting friends other than drinking buddies in pubs would help him make better choices.
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Name: Laurence Minairimo
Age: Mid to Late 30s
Physical Appearance: Laurence is a tall, slender man, wiry but without much muscle on his frame. His eyes are pale green flecked with cinnamon and grey. His hair is pale golden and worn long in a loose but intricate braid down his back. His skin is pale and stretched, with several scars appearing on his face, chest, and back. Often, he wears plain, white robes without adornment, a deep cowled-hood, and trousers. At his belt is a dagger with a bone handle in a copper-banded wooden hilt. Before the War, he was said to be more relaxed by those that knew him, but after his capture and torment in Minas Morgul at the outset of the war and his subsequent rescue he has become withdrawn, paranoid, and skittish.
Personality: Before the War, Laurence was friendly, if not overly morose at times, he was obsessive about his many interests, often disappearing for days at a time without a word to where he was going or what he was doing, this came to an end when he was captured by a group of Morgul orcs, straying too close to the haunted city in search of something (something he is now loathed to tell anyone given the apparent failure of that search). After his rescue and return to the city, Laurence became withdrawn and sullen, paranoid and broken from the torment he received. He is still obsessive about his interests but lacks much of the conviction and energy to follow up on them. He was idealistic before his capture, something that has morphed into a deeply, almost religiously, held cynicism and bleak outlook on life. He does not speak of his torment often.
Biography: A lesser son of middling sires, Laurence Minairimo’s ancestors settled in Osgiliath and prospered there until the city was abandoned. However, Laurence himself grew up in the port city of Pelargir, spending most of his time in the library. Bookish by nature, Laurence refused martial training to the chagrin of his father, mother, and five brothers, all of whom served in the military in one form or another. He dedicated himself to learning the history of healing arts from Númenor and Beleriand. The first of his many obsessions, Laurence grew certain that somewhere in Osgiliath was a method and means that could revolutionize the world. However, he was largely unable to gain support for his ideas as there were massive gaps in logic regarding blood ministration, as well as a sketchy grasp of the art of blood transfusion. Despite repeated rebuffs from the city council and the houses of healing in Pelargir, Laurence’s convictions remained resolute. He eventually befriended a man named Ludwig who, though he did not share his obsessive nature, believed in what Laurence was trying to do. They became fast friends, Ludwig often having to pull Laurence out of his morose funk and back into the living world, either that or having to save Laurence from getting into scrapes when his searches landed him in less than safe quarters of the city. After several years together, with Laurence following more and more obsessive searches into all fields of medicine, herbology, and ancient religious doctrine, they met Amelia, whose young impressionability led her to believe just as fanatically in Laurence’s theories and ideas as he. Several months before the War began, Laurence and Amelia undertook an expedition near Minas Morgul, believe somewhere in the old valley was a special herb they could use to further their studies, but instead they were ambushed and captured. They were tortured and interrogated for information but, as neither of them were high ranking officials or of strategic value they yielded nothing of use and were kept locked away in an oubliette and largely forgotten. Ludwig rescued them, but not before Laurence’s body was riddled with scars and Amelia’s eyes were stolen. After the War, Laurence became sullen and paranoid, looking over his shoulder more often than not, and suffers from acute post traumatic stress. His search, however, has not abated as he is now even more fervent and obsessive. Though he does not speak often of his torment, he believes something horrible is growing within him which he is desperate to cure.

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Name: Ludwig Aerhathol
Age: Early 40s
Physical Appearance: Ludwig is a large, broad man, standing six and a half feet tall and weighing more than seventeen stones. His eyes are crystal blue swirled with shades of light purple. His hair is long and dark, usually unbound. He carries a massive broadsword at his hip everywhere he goes, seeing it as a religious icon as much as a weapon of war. He wears clothes similar to Laurence but colored back without a hood. He also owns a massive destrier whom he named “Honorable Spartan”.
Personality: Ludwig is a likeable, personable fellow, making friends easily. He is loyal, often to a fault, especially toward Laurence and Amelia, whom he sees as family members more than friends. He is a fervent devotee of the Moon, believing it to be the guiding force in his life. As fanatically as Laurence searches to revolutionize healing, so Ludwig fervently searches for secrets of the Moon, sometimes believing it speaks to him.
Biography: Born to a poor fisherman, and being a rather poor fisherman, Ludwig was born in Pelargir but skewed the heritage of his father and grandfather and began training to be a ranger. However, he failed his training and was subsequently barred from service. However, as the Rangers were not the only martial force in Gondor at the time, he quickly joined up with a group that called themselves “The Old Hunters” who often raided enemy lands in Harad or near Mordor. On a chance off day, he heard Laurence speaking to a crowd of people about his theories of medicine. The crowd listening to Laurence, apparently, did not like what they heard and soon turned against Laurence. Ludwig saved him and brought him to stay at his home until the people calmed down and moved onto the next outrage. They became fast friends, two sides of very different coins that somehow slotted well together. Each man had his obsession, and each seemed to think the other’s might fit within their worldview. More often than not acting as Laurence’s protector, Ludwig found his work with the Old Hunters growing more and more tiresome and often took him away from his own search for the secrets of the Moon. When Amelia joined their ranks, he looked after her as a daughter. He was distraught to find them missing one day and, retiring from the Old Hunters altogether, struck out in search of his family. He found them, after receiving what he believed to be a prophetic dream in the Dead City of Minas Morgul. While there he was forced to kill many, many people not all of whom were orcs or monsters, something that haunts him. Although he rescued his found family, he is continuously drawn back to the haunted city, believing it is his mission to cleanse the city and help it be reestablished as the City of the Moon.

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Name: Amelia Athiaun
Age: Early to Mid 20s
Physical Appearance: Amelia is small, slight young woman with ash blonde hair. She wears a grey embroidered mask over her eyes, hiding the fact that she is blind. She typically wears light grey robes with a deep hood. When out, she carries a long yew staff for balance. She wears a medallion around her neck, an heirloom she believes to be from her family.
Biography: Amelia grew up in Pelargir with a group called the Sisters of Îdh, an orphanage specifically for abandoned children in Minas Tirith. Amelia was led to believe by other orphans that she was left with the organization because her parents did not want her and would have exposed her otherwise. Whether or not this is true is a matter Amelia herself is loathed the look into, the Sisters claim her family was wiped out and she is the only one left. Upon reaching maturity, she was given all the items that had accompanied her to the orphanage and told it was time for her to leave. She left the city and travelled to the port town of Pelargir, hoping to find work in the emerging herbological society there. Instead, she fell in with Laurence and Ludwig, both of whom looked after her as a daughter. She was granted entrance to the Guild of the Olvar and studied there extensively. She shared Laurence’s love of archaic medicine and fervently believed that what he was searching for would benefit the people of Gondor. She became an expert in cross pollination and plant hybridization. She accompanied Laurence on his ill-fated trip near Minas Morgul and was captured alongside him. Her eyes were removed as part of her torture and left untreated until she was rescued and returned to Gondor. Like Laurence, her passion did not waiver upon her return but she grew skittish and fearful, often being troubled by horrific nightmares, eventually developing a form of sleep paralysis. She was forced to learn to navigate her new home blind with aid of her father figures. Ludwig reads texts to her while Laurence dictates her words into pamphlets and helps her attend a small garden which she believes will help her find a cure for the loss of her sight. Neither Laurence or Ludwig believe it is possible, but they are both loath to deter her.


Any eagle-eyed Fromsoftware fans will know exactly where each of these characters are from, I’m hoping some of their Bloodborne characteristics will translate well into Plaza RP.
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Valacar
Other Names: Valaghree, Vinilondë, Vinitihana
Nickames: Valea, Val
Date of Birth: 7 Yavannië 1194 III
Place of Birth: Osgiliath
Heritage:House of Anárion - Dúnedain of Gondor
Gender/ Sexuality: Male Heterosexual
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 15 Stone
Appearance: Stands tall and strong with intense grey eyes and dark brown hair he keeps shorn just past his shoulders.
Dress Style: In Gondor he prefers simple Gondorian military wear of Ithilien most days. He has suits of armour and royal formal wear, some he had designed and helped make himself, that would be worn relative to the varying levels of formality required in court.
Home: Osgiliath and Minas Anor
Type of Home: Royal Quarters of Osgiliath and Minas Anor.
Family Background: His Father is Minalcar Rómendacil II of House Anórien and his mother is Ivannah of House Hurin of Ithilien.
Other Close Relationships: He grew close to his cousin Carmahdil, son of his uncle Calimehtar as a child when he went to live with them in Pelargir.
Religious Attitude: He wasn't exceptionally religious, but he would pray to Varda Elentári, the revered Vala of the stars.
Favourite Pastimes:He liked walking and riding his horse, and training with arms.
Best Childhood Memory: Playing with his cousin in Pelargir when he went to stay with his uncle when he was nine.
Worst Childhood Memory: Falling in the River Anduin when he was four and almost drowning.
Best Adult Memory: The day he was appointed by his father to go to Rhovania as his emissary to learn all he could of their recently-made northern allies.
Worst Adult Memory: When his mother Ivannah got gravely ill when he was away in Pelargir.
Deepest Joy: The feeling he got when he won his first event at the Midsummer Tournament.
Deepest Fear: Deep Water, Drowning
Hobbies: He took delight in wargames which he first learned while in Pelargir. Also, his study of the stars had always been of interest to him.
Work: Valacar had several jobs from the time he was sixteen to when he was thirty-three. It was at this time he started working for his father where he would learn the ways of court, military strategy and tactics, and diplomacy of which he excelled.


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Personality: Valacar carried a genuine and confident demeanor around himself that projected his conscientiousness of things around him. He could be open and spontaneous at times, but even then he used a certain degree of analysis of the situations around him. He seemed to always be respectable even if he was shown disrespect. This did have some assume that he could be easily manipulated. Of course, that was far from the truth. He was generally conciliatory, flexible, tolerant and understanding when dealing with others, but would stand his ground when necessary and adjust his stance when he could see it eventually working out to his advantage. All these traits made Valacar a good diplomat. These traits his father saw in him, which was why he committed his son to represent Gondor in the Rhovanion court.
Mannerisms: When he is surprised by something, he tends to pause unmoving for a briefest of moments. If he was thinking quickly, he tended to raise his left hand and scratch his jaw a few times.


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History/Biography:

Born in the royal residence of Commander Minalcar and Lady Ivannah in Osgiliath, Valacar grew to be a very curious boy. He had a tendency to 'go exploring' and was a handful for Lady Ivannah's servants. When he was four years old, his younger sister Gaelan was born. With all the excitement around Lady Ivannah, young Valacar slipped away. At a time of joy with the birth of Ginraenah, a near-fatal disaster struck the family. Somehow, the boy found his way outside and he walked around Osgiliath and over the great bridge. He wanted to go to the Dome of the Stars! Being a child, he was able to make himself unseen for the most part, but when he approached the great building, he thought it would be fun to walk along the rock wall by the river. He slipped and fell into the stirring waters of the Anduin running high in spring. The boy bobbed along and went under many times before a fishing trawler managed to hook the boy with a pole. They brought him aboard but it was feared the boy was not alive. When he spurted water out of his lungs and thrashed around, it was discovered it was Commander Minalcar's son! He was soon home and in the care of royal healers, and he recovered completely from his misadventure. But it instilled a fear in the boy, and he had a hard time with deep water for the rest of his days.

When Valacar was nine, he was sent to live with his uncle Calimehtar in Pelargir and he grew close to his cousin Carmahdil, his son. They were close the same age, and they studied the stars in the Mariners Guild Library together. Though their time together was only a couple years, a lasting bond had formed between them. This bond would become strained in later years, but they could always talk freely with each other.

As the grandson of Calmacil, second born son of his great grandfather Atanatar II, there was little thought of Valacar ever being heir to the throne of Gondor as Narmacil had ascended to the throne. But it was only a year later that tragedy struck King Narmacil. Queen Caires was carrying their firstborn when she fell gravely ill. The child, a son, was born premature as his mother died, and he too soon died. Despite advise to remarry, King Narmacil could not bring himself to do so. This was when Valacar was age 33, and his father requested he forego his other pursuits and come work for him; his father, a trusted advisor to his uncle, saw there was a path opening to their line of succession When he saw that King Narmacil was living recklessly and carelessly having never gotten over the grief of the death of his wife and son, and caring not for the rule of the realm, Minalcar wanted his son to be prepared to be a prime royal should his father ascend to the crown. When Minalcar convinced his uncle to appoint him Regent, it became easier for him to care for much-needed issues of the realm. It was shortly before this time that Minalcar told Valacar that their lives would be forever tied to the royal seat of Gondor, and instructed him to keep learning all he could of the ways of rule.

So now Valacar worked closely with his father as he studied lessons of diplomacy in the realm of internal Gondorian politics. He was schooled by top army and navy commanders in the strategy and tactics of warfare and of the lands beyond their borders. When war came and his father marched east, Valacar did not accompany him. Instead, he was again sent to Pelargir to study at the Mariners Guild.
Despite his cousin Carmahdil encouraging him to apply to join the Mariners Guild and study advanced navigation, he declined feigning disinterest in the sea. It was his inherent fear of the water that prevented him from considering the experience, even if he was deeply interested in the people and culture of the Haradians; some who which he had seen in Pelargir But that would never be his calling. His destiny lay to the north and east.


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Vidumavi
('wood maiden' in her native Rhovanian tongue)

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Other Names: Galadwen - This was her name translated into Sindarin and it would became her preferred Gondorian name.
Nicknames: Those dearest to her call her Mavi.
Date of Birth: 1221 – III
Date of Death: 1322 – III(aged 101 years)
Heritage: Mortal – Northmen.
Place of Birth: Rhovania.
Home: Rhovania, and then later Osgiliath in Gondor.
Type of home: Warm, safe and loving. Her father’s court was a prosperous and powerful one.

Physique: Slender
Height: 5' 10"
Appearance: Blonde hair falls to her waist. She has clear blue eyes, bright with wit and humour. She is fair and has a noble bearing.

Dress Style: Vidumavi’s dress style is similar to that of Rhovanian women at that time. She wears a long tunic under an overdress that may be embroidered or decorated with brooches of gold and brightly coloured strands of beads. She wears formal garb for state occasions or high feast days and simpler, plainer fare when tending her gardens or fields.

Personality: Vidumavi has a warm nature. She is clever, generous and kind. Hers is a quiet humour and she rarely speaks in anger. She has a gentle soul. Only the unwise or hasty would mistake this as meekness. She is compassionate and insightful. Vidmavi is said to possess a high courage and she is curious by nature. She is observant and thoughtful.

Skills: Vidumavi is well educated in her father’s court, policies and strategies. She is often called upon to provide counsel to her father and she is a persuasive and skilled negotiator. Vidumavi is a gifted student of language, culture and people. She has learned all the sagas, poems, lays and history of her people. What Vidumavi loves best of all, though, is the growing of green things. Her greatest skills lies in tending and caring for all things that grow, from forests and woods, to the gardens and fields of her people.
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Family Background: Vidumavi is the daughter of Prince Vidugavia. Her father is a powerful man, who styles himself as the King of Rhovanion. He is influential enough to foster alliances with the Regent of Gondor and the other princes, though not all, of Rhovania.

Other Close Relationships: Vidumavi’s companions are Shieldmaidens. The Order have watched over her, protected her, since Vidumavi was a young girl and she trusts them as much as they trust her. Her closest friends are the children of nobles in her father’s court.

Role: As princess, Vidumavi has various official functions and duties in her father’s court. Her father relies on her counsel and, when he is away to battle or war, she leads his court in his stead.

Attitude to Religion: Her kin, and certainly the Order, venerate the Valar known as Béma . The Elves and Dúnedain know him as Oromë (the Great Hunter). Vidumavi, though, venerates an additional Valar: Yavanna. She feels closest to Yavanna when walking the forests and woods.

Favorite Pastimes: Caring and tending to her gardens and plants is her chief pursuit whenever time allows it. She enjoys poetry and song and has a lovely, clear singing voice. She also enjoys studying people and learning.

Sense of Humour: Vidumavi has a quiet sense of humour and may often be observed smiling to herself at something she has heard or observed. She prefers to laugh with people and avoids mockery. She is not sarcastic or cruel.
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Best childhood memory: Walking the gardens and woods with her mother, falling asleep as her father read to her of an evening...Vidumavi has many fond childhood memories.

Worst childhood memory: Her mother's death (a fever none could heal)

Best adult memory: Her father returning victorious from war, safe and hale after battle with the Easterlings.

Worst adult memory: The first year her father was away at war, when the harvest almost failed.

Primary goal: Vidumavi’s primary goal is to care for and protect her father’s people and those she loves. She takes her duties very seriously.

Deepest fear: Disappointing or failing her people.

Formative Years: Vidumavi was born at a time that her father, the Prince Vidugavia, began to style himself as King of Rhovanion. She was surrounded by those who loved her and cared for her, none more so than her doting parents. Vidumavi’s birth was celebrated by her father’s people and further afield. For the fact that the self-styled King of Rhovanion had a daughter was not missed by the other thanes and princes of the vast Northmen realm. Prince Vidugavia was a charismatic and ambitious man who had built a powerful and wealthy court around him.

Try as they might for a male heir, her mother fell into a terrible fever after miscarrying her third child and did not recover. Vidumavi was seven years old when her mother passed away, leaving her father grief stricken at the loss of his beloved wife. Aware of the broader context, the nobles of his court summoned the Order of Shieldmaidens. To them they charged the responsibility to protect and care for the young princess, lest a rival perceive an opportunity. Try as they might in later years to convince the Prince to take a new bride, he steadfastly refused.

Vidumavi, as sole descendant of her royal father, is educated accordingly. She learns how to use a bow and to ride. She can fight if she must, though she will not be and does not expect to be called to battle. She learns their histories, sagas, lays and poems. She learns her father’s policies, strategies and court. She is a quick student, thoughtful and insightful, and as the years pass, her father finds that he can turn to her for counsel.

It is customary for Rhovanion women to wed at 17 years of age, but history intervenes. When she is 17 years old, the prince and Regent of Gondor calls to her father for aid against their ancient foes. Minalcar’s need is dire and her father rides to aid with much of their strength to do war with the Easterlings. For two years, Vidumavi must watch over his court in her father’s absence. She is young for such a responsibility and the first year proves particularly difficult when fields of grain somehow catch fire just before the harvest.

Such is the blaze that the smoke threatens other crops and the prospect of food shortages during winter looms large. Vidumavi’s actions ensure that none starve and much of the harvest is able to be taken. Still it is a hard winter, and even the princess must go without meals, to make it through.

Just how the fire started remains unknown, but there are some who point to her father’s rivals seizing an opportunity to exploit his absence and weaken him. Others suggest Easterlings were responsible for it. After winter, in the early spring, emissaries are sent to court. Vidumavi receives each warmly, despite the suspicions, and ensures that they do not see just how fearsome it had been. The second year of her father’s absence is without such calamities of the first and this is much to Vidumavi’s relief.

Prince Vidugavia returns from war 2 years later, hale and well, and no one is as pleased as Vidumavi to have her father home once more. But, the number returning with him is much reduced. The Prince explains that he had agreed to allow a considerable number of their finest warriors, including Shieldmaidens, to remain in the service of the Regent of Gondor in exchange for an alliance with the southern realm that will greatly benefit their own people.

Those Rhovanions in Gondor would remain fiercely loyal to their Rhovanion prince. Even so, having the Gondorians look askance at them was not easy, particularly for the Shieldmaidens in their number.

Two years pass, and in that time her father receives but does not accept offers of marriage for his daughter. He perceives a greatness in her that the offers cannot hope to match.

In 1250 Prince Minalcar sends his own son to their court as his ambassador. Vidumavi is 19 years of age when a young Prince Valacar, aged 56 (young for his longer lived people), arrives at her father’s court, to learn the language, customs and policies of her people. There is a great deal of curiosity as to just what this Gondorian princeling is really about, both within Prince Vidgavia’s court and further afield, amongst his allies and rivals in Rhovanion.

Other Notes: Princess Vidumavi does not expect to secede her father for this is contrary to her people’s customs and culture. Already, her father has nominated a suitable male heir – his nephew. There is no ill will between Vidumavi or her cousin.

She is aware that her father has received several offers of marriage. She expects that a decision will made in the interests of her father’s people.

Historical Notes:

Princess Vidumavi and Prince Valacar marry in Rhovanion. Whether their fathers anticipated or intended this is unclear. It seems unlikely that her father would have allowed the wedding to proceed if he opposed it. The disposition of Valacar’s father, however, is open to speculation.

Following their wedding, Princess Vidumavi bears Valacar a son in 1255. She would be aged 24 years old at the time of Eldacar’s birth whilst his father would be 61 years old. They name their son Vinitharya, in his mother’s tongue. By now, Prince Vidugavia and his people have accepted Valacar as their own and the birth of his son is an occasion of much joy.

Prince Valacar is recalled by his father to Gondor in 1260. Having come of age in his people’s reckoning, the Regent expected him to take part in the councils of the realm and the command of its armies. Valacar brings Vidumavi with him, along with their children and household of noble men and women from Rhovanion.

Vidumavi (aged 29 years old) and young Vinitharya (aged 5 years old) are welcomed in Gondor and given Gondorian names for use. Vinitharya was given the name Eldacar and his mother agreed to be called Galadwen (a translation of her name into Sindarin). She soon set about learning the language, customs, manners and culture of Gondor and did so well.

Over time, the people of Gondor came to love the Rhovanion princess as one their own. She was known as fair, noble and of high courage which she passed onto her children.

Just how many children she and Valacar had is not established. It seems likely there is at least one more child, likely a daughter. When and where that second child was born, their name and fate, remains unwritten.

Vidumavi dies in 1332, aged 101 years, before her husband ascends the throne. This is of great age for her own people, and yet is short by her adopted people’s reckoning. Vidumavi is mourned by Gondor and Rhovania both. She does not live to see the terrible strife that follows as her son nears his father’s throne in future years.


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Name - Sorella aka “Sorrel”

Age – 23 ish

Occupation – City Guard Recruit

HerStory – Sorrel is the headstrong tomboy who always stood taller than she ever wanted to. Awkward, gangly, and uncoordinated, she helped her mother as best as she could, to keep the rest of their brood in order, after her father was incarcerated for grievous assault. Hardworking and hopeful, she left school and made the most of her great height by accepting a job with the foresters who farm lumber in a controlled measure from Ithilien. This allowed for her to get to know her father better, when he was released into the forestry workgang after the Return of the King. But when she tired of being considered and mistaken for one of the men who otherwise made up her work team, Sorrel decided to try something a little different.

She enlisted in the City Guard, not least to turn the family name around, and lead the next generation into not ending up behind bars. Her height if not her hopeful efforts to do the right thing have so far managed to see her taken seriously. And she finally began to find a female friend, in the form of Iole Ishen, the first victim of crime that she devoted to bringing safely home. But when her comrade from work was investigated for corruption, Sorrel’s loyalties were tested further than she ever feared. Determined to prove herself, she is equally as determined to live up to the expectations of her chosen career. And protect those who mean everything to her, even when it isn’t easy. Her most recent achievement has been to secure her own apartment, over a store in the Marketplace. This ensures she is in close to work, ever ready to help out if chaos erupts in the busiest circle of the city, and most importantly, she gets a bed to herself. For the first time ever !




Name – Roselly aka “Rose”

Age – 20 ish

Occupation – Cleaner/chamber maid at the Guesthouse Inn

HerStory – Rose is a fun-loving and rather flirtatious young woman, who likes a good time. Once she was given sweets every day for a year by a boy who thought that she was pretty, she quickly learned how to make the best of her looks, and is set on securing a good husband before she grows too old for anybody to be interested in her. Clearly having other people give her things because they like her is a means to getting by and the compliments are always welcome. She is joined at the hip to her best friend, Diona Darthor, and wished to gain similar employment at ‘The Seven Belles’ Inn on the First Circle. Unfortunately, for all her enthusiasm, Rose can not carry a tune and thus was deemed not fit for ‘entertaining’ the patrons of that establishment.

Instead she found a job cleaning the rooms of the endless guests in a local hotel/inn which is an important step up from helping out at home, because she at least gets paid for her trouble. She does not get paid enough to leave the family home however, as she spends more easily than she saves her earnings. She compensates however for having to clean up after other people, by trying on their clothes and jewellery whenever she finds it unsupervised. Ever poking around peoples’ personal belongings, and waiting for rooms to be emptied, she often is a great source of secrets and rumours. How many of these are true of course is entirely unknown.




Name – Johenna aka “Johy”

Age – 17

HerStory – Not very well known as yet, even in the city she was born and raised in, Johy is a studious and serious young woman, determined to learn all that she needs to get on this world. She helps her sisters with their homework, and organises the family accounts for her mother’s homebusiness of babysitting, even though she is not especially keen on coping with large amounts of noise and fights over the bathroom.

She has begun her own sidebusiness of tutoring, which her sister Sorrel has encouraged by providing her apartment in the marketplace to allow for undisrupted ‘lessons’. But even at home, Johy has helped her father to overcome his otherwise near illiteracy. She doesn’t have much time to herself but is saving up for the day when she can travel all around the world, and see for herself all of the places in her precious books.




Name – Tessamy aka “Tess”

Age – 14

HerStory – Tess decided that when the other little girls made fun of her for having a father in the city dungeon, that she would go one better, and push them back for every snide comment. Her dedication to standing up for herself has since evolved into the realm of bullying others, taking from others what they would laugh at her for not having otherwise. She is not interested in lessons or making a career for herself. Her hero is her paternal grandfather who was something of a notorious loan shark back in the day and now tells her stories of how to get by in this world, by looking out for yourself first. Every time the old man is needing to lie low or recover from his latest money making scheme, he comes to stay and Tess is his biggest fan ever.

She does not have friends, and does not want them. Only one person in all the world has attracted her attention and she is not socially aware enough yet to understand the feelings behind it. But she helps herself to the lunch of Tobedir Thormaetha every day at school, partly because his grandma makes him a nicer lunch than her mother can afford to do for her, but also because it ensures that she has company to spend the break from lessons with. She has beaten up the (other) bullies, including boys, who pick on the well-mannered young man otherwise, and considers him to be a pet of sorts, though it is fair to say that he does not enjoy their ‘relationship’ as much as she does.





Name – Lynneth aka “Nethy”

Age - 8

HerStory – Nethy is the baby of her family, born several years after her mother had thought the conjugal visits to her husband in the dungeon would produce any result. She is afraid to leave the family home, and so stays there, always, usually hiding underneath her bed. Refusing to attend school, she is educated thanks to the home-lessons of her elder sister Johy. Her life consists of fighting for her things against the reams of young children who her mother takes in to look after for the day, and inheriting these very well-worn things in the first place from four elder sisters.

Her most important possession is a doll which is the only one she speaks to and ‘through’, in order to communicate.
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Name : Thorledhos Darthor. Also known as ‘Thorley’

Age (bracket) : Early 40s


Physical appearance :

Long(ish) brown hair and pale grey eyes with a high brow and a long face.
Thorley is 6 foot tall and of an adequately athletic build
He is most often seen in the livery of the City Guard. He has in fact been asked (by friends) if he even owns any non-uniform clothes.
He bears a spear in his work most commonly at Gate duty.


Personality :

Thorley is known for his commitment to detail, most notably the meticulous record of matters.
He is a loyal friend and a caring father and he collects old books for fun.
Intrigued from an early age about the histories of Numenor, he is to this day obsessed with any and all to do with that era of his peoples' past.
He is not cowed by authority nor easily intimidated but he is of a mind to only choose the fights which are worth the trouble.
A protective father, he nonetheless has a tendency to be lenient when his daughter manages to remind him of her late mother.


Biography :

Thorley was born and bred in Harlond, as the son of a customs official. He has two elder sisters, one whom takes care of his now elderly parents; and the other who has married and has three children of her own. He applied himself at school, revelling in particular in learning the legends of Numenor and the glory days of old. From this obsession grew his ambition to become a Fountain Guard, serving in the citadel up on the Seventh Circle of Minas Tirith. In order to earn his way toward such a lofty career, he first enlisted as a member of the city guard, and has remained in that same role ever since. For many years he was partnered up with a city local named Domanol Raxelilta and the two of them became very good friends.

Thorley also met and became enamoured of a woman called Anaya. She had, like he, come from outside the city, although Pelargir in her case. And she had settled in Minas Tirith only after marrying a Ranger, a friend of Domanol’s older brother. Thorley and Anaya spent a good deal of time together while her husband Castion was out on patrols, particularly as she explored her ambitions to be an actress and he spent his nights off from work .. babysitting for her. But unfortunately for Thorley, Anaya did not care for him in the way that he wished. And so he respected her wishes and remained a friend only, making himself scarce whenever her husband returned from patrols.

His work friend Domanol, however, had a volatile relationship with their stern captain of the city guard, and was not above making a stand when he believed his superior to be in the wrong. In time this behaviour earned Dom a suspension and he duly left the city in an upset at the injustice, amongst other things. Thorley was left without a partner at work, and it was not long afterwards Anaya was widowed, when her husband Castion died in the line of his duty in an Ithilien ambush. Thorley did all that he could to aid the young woman and her young daughter, Diona, in the aftermath. He gave up his home to move in and support them financially but in the end, Anaya chose to take her own life rather than live with her loss. In his capacity as City Guard, Thorley was the one who found her, and for her sake, and having heard about the horrors of crowded orphanages from one of Domanol’s other friends, he adopted Diona as his own to keep her close. At first for the sake of Anaya, but in time, for his own sake just as much as well as hers.



Name : Diona Darthor, aka Dia Mantros

Age : 20ish


Physical appearance :

Diona has long black hair and dark brown eyes.
When she smiles she shows more teeth than she believes is normal but she has been told she has adorable dimples and so that eases her disappointment.
Of average height for her age, she is slender and rarely quiet or still.
Can often be heard giggling before she is spotted, and often in the company of her best friend, Roselly Korsey.


Personality :

Diona is a usually cheery young woman, largely because she feels that a smile will get your further than a frown. She is not a very serious soul because that invites boring conversations, and can come over, thus, as something of a nonsensical airhead. A reputation she does not dispute. She enjoys having a good time, and dislikes being alone. In fact nobody could tell you what she is like when not in some other’s company, for she makes it her business to always be with others, or asleep.

Her great passion is for music and performing, and is usually singing or humming if she is not gossiping or laughing. For several years during her schooling, she harboured a great admiration for a likeminded musical classmate, Trevadir Thormaetha, but her amusement seemed to always occur at a point when the young man probably felt she might be laughing at him. She has never had a serious boyfriend because her father forbade it while she was still in school and since leaving school, her current work now forbids it.


Biography :

The only child of a slain Ithilien Ranger and his suicidal widow, Diona grew up for as long as she could remember in either the company of her best friend, Roselly, or the care of her adopted father, Thorley Darthor. She has long enjoyed being the centre of attention, perhaps because much of her early years involved a lot of adults feeling sorry for her, and coddling her somewhat to try and compensate. Because of this then, her life has since been a relatively happy one, despite some initial sadness that she mostly can not even remember. When she was still small, she was often looked after by Serenda Korsey, a friend of her late mother, while her father was at work. So she became close friends with Roselly and is always welcome in the Korsey household. But their home is crowded and she is equally close with her adopted father, glad to spend time with him when they can, even now she is grown. She still lives at home.

She lives to perform, primarily because her mother was an aspiring actress and her father was a talented painter. But while it soon became apparent that she did not have any great skill in acting, and she did not have the patience to commit to creating works of art, she was a naturally talented singer. She made it her goal then to be the best singer that she could be and harboured dreams of entertaining at the prestigious hall of song when she was done with school.

Unfortunately her first (and so far only) audition at the Hall for Song did not go well, as the man who was judging her performance deemed her to be 'too raw and unpolished' for his audiences. She does not talk about the experience to anybody but since she writes her own songs, those who know her best might note that many of her lyrics are designed toward making fun of those she deems as ‘too stuck up'. However, they are set to such jaunty and likeable tunes that very few of her ‘fans’ ever seem to register the meaning of the music, beyond it being entertaining.

Diona works at the ‘Seven Bell(e)s’ Tavern on the First Circle, after the proprietor witnessed her singing along with a street musician and offered her the chance to own even a modest spotlight, strutting the length of a great table to serve for a stage. And although it is not a great hall upon a higher tier of life, she brings a smile to lonely travellers and has an easy way about her to lower the inhibitions of even strangers. So she is happy and for at least the duration of each song she sings to her cheering crowd, Diona feels as though she is as mighty a performer as she could ever hope to be.

In an agreement with her city guard father, she uses her birth father's family name in her stage name. Both to honour her parents and to more easily obtain the confidence of clients without the risk of lawful repercussions. As 'Dia Mantros', she has frequently obtained sensitive information which she has passed on to Thorley, to aid in his work, without ever blowing her cover as not-the-daughter-of-a-law-keeping-official.
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All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.

Youth of Gondor
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Vardarianna
(Pronounced Varda-rianna)

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Age: 27 (in the year 54-55 of the 4th Age)
Birthday: 22 Yavannië ~ 27 IV
Birth Place: Emyn Arnen in Ithilien on the Estate of House Hurin.
Heritage: ¾ Edain, ¼ Eldar
Physique: 5' 9" and around 133 pounds. Shapely feminine frame that masked her true strength.
Complexion: Fair and pale but she tans easy in the summer sun.
Eyes: A deep blue/grey that sometimes has a silvery gleam to them.
Hair: Long dark hair, appearing black except when in sunlight.

Likes: The quiet. Being alone. Riding her horse in the forests of Ithilien. The sounds of the wind in the trees, the water running over stones in a creek, and the sound of the ocean on the shores of Harondor.
Dislikes: I dislike being firstborn and not being heir to the throne! I dislike having to swear subservience to Eldarion, my younger brother by eight years. The only reason he is heir to the throne is because he was born male. I don't like attending formal social functions and state affairs of the Kingdom. They tend to be affairs where my marriage prospects are discussed. I hate the whole Courtship ritual. I do attend every event with a smiling face though, because I want to keep my finger on the pulse of ruling power of the kingdom.

Personality: Vardarianna is fiercely independent and despite being the elder princess of the kingdom, relies on no one to meet her needs or provide her with a sense of self. As deeply loyal as she is to her father's kingship and her people, Vardarianna does not depend on her interactions with them for direction. She is content to follow her own passions and desires without input from anyone else.
Mannerisms: Her face can be stern and her stare chilling when she is faced with demands of being the ‘princess and little sister’ of Prince Eldarion. In times of mirth, she has a captivating smile, but as she grew to full womanhood, her stoic nature became her norm. She didn’t have ‘resting "grouch"-face per-se, but her neutral demeanor was many times interpreted as such. A habit she always had when she was deep in thought was to rub the fabric of her sleeves between her fingers.

Skills: Vardarianna was very good at stealth. She seemed to have inherited the 'Dúnedain Ranger's ways' from her father, and the natural quietness and lightness on her feet from her mother. She also learned herb-lore from her mother and had very good abilities of healing. Of weaponry, she learned the use of a bow from her father when he would take her and Eldarion hunting in Ithilien. One of her father's Dúnedain brethren from the north gifted her a fine bow when she was sixteen years of age and came to the northern realm with her brother. It wasn't long spent there that Vardarianna became a very skilled hunter. She learned knife and sword work while there as well. Training with the elder and younger Dúnedain. Vardarianna would also practice on her own. She hoped one day when she returned to Gondor that she would be able to compete in the tournaments.

History: Born prematurely in Ithilien when her father Aragorn and mother Arwen were visiting Lord Steward Faramir and Lady Eowyn, Princess Vardarianna was the first-born child to King Aragorn and Lady Arwen. Lady Arwen and Vardarianna stayed with the Lord Steward Faramir and Lady Éowyn in the estate of House Hurin which stood among the wooded highlands of Emyn Arnen. There they remained while the young infant at first fought for her life and began to grow stronger. It was five months before they returned to Minas Anor before the winter came.

House Telcontar: Aragorn Dúnedain and Arwen Evenstar

Children:
  • Vardarianna - Daughter born on the 22nd of Yavannië in the year 27 of the 4th Age
  • Eldarion - Son born on Tuilérë in the year 30 of the 4th Age
  • Eldariën - Daughter born on the 1st of Nárië in the year 35 of the 4th Age
  • Silmariën - Daughter born on the 11th of Narquelië in the year 39 of the 4th Age
  • Ancalimë - Daughter born on the 27th of Ringarë in the year 44 of the 4th Age

Other Family:
  • Paternal Grandfather: Arathorn II
  • Paternal Grandmother: Gilraen
  • Paternal Great grandfather: Arador
  • Paternal Great grandmother: Nóruian
  • Maternal Grandfather: Elrond
  • Maternal Grandmother: Celebrian
  • Maternal Great-grandmother: Galadriel
  • Maternal Great-grandfather: Celeborn
  • Maternal uncles: Elladan and Elrohir


(Work in Progress - More to come
My 1st attempt at presenting a character here. Hope I did this right)
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Midnight the cat
(photo to come, dang cat won't hold still for a portrait)

Age (bracket): Perhaps 3

Physical appearance: cat like appearance. Shiny black fur. Golden eyes.

Personality: Independent, likes to lounge on a sunny afternoon, good mouser but prefers to steal fish when he can. Enjoys a good scratch and a soft lap. Hobbies include howling at all hours of the night, pushing breakables off ledges and tables. Scratching and hissing. Marking his territory. Sharpening his claws on items for sale in the market.

Biography: He was born to a stray mother, one of six kittens. Raised in the back alleys of the White City he learned young how fight for scraps. A few short weeks after birth he was left to his own devices with his sibling as his mother left to find romance with yet another stray. He excelled in wrestling with his tail and pouncing on his siblings.
Setting out on his own he found he liked being alone. No one stealing the mouse you worked to catch, didn't have to share his stolen fish.
Isolde Alarion/Rohan~Nelladel Alarion/Gondor~Mourgan Alarion/Gondor ~ Dahak/ Umbar ~ Relic RIP

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Durian

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Dunedain Ranger of the North

"When word came, he rode south with his brethren to find their chieftain in the days of the War of the Ring."



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• Heritage: Northern Dunedain of Rhudaurian and Arthedanian
• Mannerisms: He squints his eyes when he is concentrating on something
• Marital Status: Widowed. His wife Sirenna and unborn child were slain while he was away south during the war.
• Other Relationships: Met Mariel at the Forsaken Inn. Met Nadora in the eastern part of the Chetwood.
• Likes: Wine, women, and song
• Dislikes: Cities, crowds

• Height: 6'1"
• Weight: 200Lb
• Build: Muscular
• Hair: Dark, near black
• Eyes: Grey with a slight blue tint
• Scars: Right side of his forehead and temple, and his right shoulder blade

Durian has dark hair that has a slight curl that he keeps roughly hewn about the shoulders. His bluish-grey eyes tend to stare into the distance even if he is looking right at you.His right eye is slightly closed more than the other due to a wound he suffered in the battle of Pelennor, giving him a bit of a squint. He is tall, but average by the standards of the Dunedain. He walks with an ever-so-slight limp from his right leg... also a would from Pelennor. His attire consists of well-worn yet sturdy, supple dark rust-brown leather boots and vest, cotton breeches, and tunic, and over it all he would wear a well-worn dark grey-green hooded cloak that had some few small tatters, unadorned except with a silver rayed brooch on the left shoulder.

Esquire of The Mark
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Name:
Boriel of Dol Amroth

Age (bracket):
40's (45 in current RP)

Heritage:
Boriel is descended from refugees of Rohan, who over two centuries ago journeyed across the White Mountains into Gondor and found a home in Dol Amroth.

Marital Status:
Boriel is unwed and has never sought a suitor or partner. Her time is, in her opinion, better spent on her academic pursuits.

Other Relationships:
Boriel's parents still reside in Dol Amroth, though she has not spoken to them in the last few years. Her old master, Garen, may still be alive in Pelargir but of that she is unsure.

Likes:
Boriel is fond of reading, particularly old scrolls. She enjoys hiking through the hills when she needs time away from the city. She also loves blackberry wine, garlic stuffed bread, and the silence of the deep night.

Dislikes:
Boriel is not fond of Gondorians, the rule of King Aragorn, or of the general freedom of Men.

Physical appearance:
Boriel stands at 5'3, with a lithe (if somewhat underfed) frame and bony elbows and knees. Her hair is of brown-blonde, betraying her Rohirrim heritage, often strewn about her face or roughly tied behind her head. Her hands are callused and stained, the result of years of reading, writing, transcribing, and copying texts in the libraries of Gondor. She is not a noticeable beauty, but has a pleasant smile on the rare occasion that she does smile.

Personality:
Boriel has earned a reputation as a knowledgeable scholar, but is blunt, rude, and demanding. She has little patience for others and prefers to spend her time alone, even when she needs aid looking for something. She also has practiced the learned ability to lie well, and pickpocket the unaware so as to fund her scholarly pursuits. Overall, she comes across as composed and knowledgeable at first, but upon more time spent with her, her arrogant and bull-headed demeanor shine through. Thus, she spends most of her time alone in the libraries of Gondor studying and shunning any outsider away from her.

Biography:
Biography coming shortly.

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Fintegil

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Son of Daeros of Ithilien - House Daerion

"I have not found a book, scroll, or parchment that was not worthy of reading."


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Name: Daibaren
Nicknames: Fintegil. It was a nickname given him when young due to his avid desire to read and write. He officially adopted the name after graduating from the Scribes Academy.
Age: 27 (in 44 IV)
Birthday: Born 18 Víressë - 17 IV
Heritage: Ithilien Dúnedain of House Daerion. Some Northman blood intermingled into the family line through the centuries.
Education: Minas Tirith School of Calligraphy
Association: Scribes Guild
Position: Appointed to serve as an Official Writer of King Elessar on Tuilérë of the year 38 IV.
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Quiet, reserved, studious, and very attentive.
Mannerisms: He unconsciously puts his index and middle finger of his left hand beside his left eye when thinking.
Likes: History, literature, languages, calligraphy
Dislikes: Having to serve two years in the Army of Gondor.


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Physique: Skinny, somewhat muscular.
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 13½ Stone
Complexion: Fair
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue-Grey
Handedness: Ambidextrous
Scars: A dark half-inch crescent on the back of his left wrist.


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Biography

Fintegil was born a son of Daeros, a former Ranger of Ithilien who became a schoolmaster after the war and his wounds healed. Elwain, his mother, was healer in the war, and met Daeros when he was being treated in the Houses of Healing for wounds suffered in the battle of Osgiliath and on the Rammas Echor.

From a young age, Daibaren had a fascination with pens and parchments, once making a mess on his father's desk with the ink and quill. His mother would call him 'Fintegil' as his interest in writing and reading seemed to know no bounds. He learned to write at a young age, and his father encouraged him to pursue this profession.

When he was eighteen years of age, he went to serve his mandatory two years in the Gondorian Army, which was a hard time for him as it interrupted his studies. But he worked on his writing skill in the many long hours of boredom while assigned to the watch on the Poros River Crossing in Harondor. When his service was finished, he immediately went back to Minas Tirith to study calligraphy and applied to join the Scribes Guild. When his application was going to be rejected due to he not having anyone within the guild vouch for him, Darhilas, King Elessar's writer, stood up and said, "Are we to turn away one who has as much, if not more skill than any who sit in this room?" Fintegil was soon accepted into the guild.

It was only a year later when Darhilas took ill from an infection in his old wound he had suffered on the Pelennor Fields during the War of the Ring, and he personally offered Fintegil's name to the king to be his replacement. After an interview with the king, he was accepted as Aragorn's new official writer.

Fintegil would serve King Elessar in this capacity until the king's death in the year 120 - IV, and continued to serve King Eldarion until his own death in the year 199 - IV at the age of 182.

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