TullivanK14
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(7/6/04 2:55 am)
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Anorien Meavil
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-TullivanK14: My main one, the sn I shall use for this rp
-xXxCalydonianHuntressxXx: This one is my older one, which I don't remember the password for, so I won't be using it LOL
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-Email: TullivanK14@yahoo.com
Your Character
Character's Name: Anorien Meavil
Age: 5, 678
Race: Sylvan Elf: Woodelf: of Mirkwood. One of the Woodland Roe whom capture tresspassers, taking them to their Elven King.
Gender: Female
Description: Anorien, being an elf, is nimble and narrow in size and build. Not too tall and not too short, about 5'7" or 5'8", longwaisted with broad shoulders, flatchested, with long legs, and light feet. Her hands are not as feminine as most, though slender with fine nails which resemble that of newly polished glass, pale and slightly reddened from the constant use of a fine-stringed bow, and, like her skin, without blemishes and unamarred.
Anorien has long, waist-length brown hair that has seemingly natural, gold-blonde streaking from her days in the sun. Her bangs are long and hang away from her eyes, growing with a strange curve which makes them rise a bit from her face, and two, small braids hang from the sides of her face as well, and rest between her pointed ears and bangs. The rest of her hair is worn down, where a larger braid is made in the back.
She wears a detailed outfit compiled of greens and browns, a white tunic with long sleeves that are held in place by wrist braces on her arms. Over this, she wears a light green vest, and then a darker green vest over that one which clasps up the front and has a large collar. A brown, leather belt is tied round her middle, while the strap of her quiver and arrows hang round the frontside as well. Her pants are tighter, a light mustard-seed in color, and flat-footed, black boots rise to her knees, turned over at the rim. At times you may find her in gowns, but tis rare, and she owns little of them. The ones she has, are of green, gold, and brown colors and are more fitted to her shape.
Personality: Anorien is well matured and has great wisdom as well as strength, and seems to be a natural leader, standing up for causes that most others will not. Her determination and skill is what drives her, and being one for peace. She doesn't believe in hatred of any sort. Although she is not on true speaking terms with men or dwarves or other such persons, she is willing to lend a helping hand to those in need of it. Her caring actions could very well be her downfall.
Possesions:
-Daggers of ivory and silver, two in number, and inscribed with elven words of magic and strength.
-An customed Elven bow given to her at birth, complete with a seemingly endless amount of arrows
-An elven cloak is usually worn during travels and such, and is the only things close to armour that she owns.
History: Anorien was born to the high elves, Andreic, renown healer, and Ellistriel, both of whom were among favourable court. They were admired within their woodland home of Mirkwood, known and loved by many, and when said they were expecting a daughter, the news was a blessing. The quickly prepared for the birth, her parents doing all they could to accomidate to a child's needs, and soon moved to a newer, and more secluded area of Mirkwood.
It was rejoiced when she was actually born. Anorien was bestowed upon with great gifts. A specially created bow with arrows, representing the true strength that would shine through as she grew older. Also, elven daggers of light, in which were created just for her at King Thranduil's request.
As Anorien grew older, she grew in the art of using the bow as well. Her skills expanded as she learned mroe from her mother and father.
While from Ellistriel, she learned the proper mannerisms and behaviour for a woman of her status. The customs of other societies as well as languages of differen't races which would be needed for any sort of traveling she may partake in with the others. From her father, Andreic, she learned the magics and spells needed for healing and foreshadowing and such.
Early on in adulthood, Anorien's parents passed on. Leaving her alone. She took up court with King Thranduil, so to speak. However, this did not stop discipline of any such, and they gave her orders as they would with others, and Anorien adopted a sense of selfdiscipline of her own, as well as a more mature air. She was soon to take on such responsibilities that most of her age would.
Anorien did not easily sway her aunt and uncle, but she was soon enough assigned second in command of a sect of woodland elves and guards, the Woodland Roe. She worked alongside with Legolas, son of Thranduil, whom she knew quite well, and they became lasting friends in a sense.
Anorien would also be one of few who get to travel with high elves to other lands, being one to keep at the side of her great King and such, and make sure there is safe passage for the others.
Sample RP: Figures illuminated the night, and their breathy and low voices rang through the tree tops with their laments and songs. Traveling grew tiresome, though none would admit it, for their journey was long and was never one to be an eventful thing. She was used to this though, as she always travelled with her great King and her people, and she had the company of many, including Thranduil's son, Legolas, prince and heir to the throne. He had been her partner while they were with the Woodland Roe, guarding their home of Mirkwood from intruders and trespassers. She knew him well.
Anorien held tightly to the reigns of the horse whom she was leading, King Thranduil mounted the steed, and rode with such elegance. He looked stronger than ever, his gaze upon the path ahead, his face blanketed with thought. She looked to him almost as a father, as he had allowed her to take up court with him, though he still disciplined and directed her as he would others which strengthened her, and she herself learnt to mentally and verbally punish herself if needed. It was what helped her to mature, to take notable action and she became more aware of faults and how to fix them.
As she glanced to him, he looked back to her with a nod of his head for acknowlegdment, and then turned away once more. This made her smile, and she looked back away, onward as he himself did.
She swivelled her head around, glancing back up to Legolas, taking note of the resemblance of he and the king which she had never truly noticed before. The warmth within her grew as she saw the calmness of his face and the light that surrounded him, making his look as if he were glowing, as most elves did. His long, blonde hair so smooth and a sort of shine to it, glowing as well. However, this moment of armiration was shortlived, as she found Legolas' blue eyes peering back into her own. She quickly looked away averting her attentions elsewhere, as she did not want him thinking of her like others.
He was handsome, yes, but she did not have the mentality of most other female elves of Mirkwood. He was like a brother to her, and the only thing closed to family she had. Her mother and father were long since passed. No. She would not ruin it.
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