Post by larellda on Mar 11, 2012 19:59:58 GMT -5
larellda bottomroot
to some it seems foreign why I; would steely forge ahead.
this land entrusted to me knows; not of hallowed secrets.
I'll keep it to myself; my own advicement in my head.
your charm can not distract me from;
the path I'm born to tread.
full name, larellda bottomroot.
nicknames, none.
age, six hundred and eighty six.
class/profession, nomad.
marital status, single.
race, half-elf
alliance, herself (forces of good that don't require her to do much outside the forests)
hair, my hair is a long wealth of golden brown, that's curly and sways down past my waist.
eyes, I have light brown eyes, that shine with gold in sunlight.
build and body, by human standards I am tall and slender. in terms of Elves I am rather short of stature, and I am not as graceful as they are. not to say I am clumsy, but I do not glow with ethereal beauty.
anything else, I see no need to pierce my skin with needle or grace my features with jewels, however if you were to come up behind me, you would see a crescent shaped scar upon my left shoulder.
face claim, emmy rossum.
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likes, trees are one of my most favorite things. I enjoy climbing them, sleeping within the branches, using their leaves to hide me as I scout and hunt. I'm quite partial to nature I was raised amongst the bushes of the forests, and have spent countless nights gazing from them at the stars above the trees. I have no real home, my roots do not dig deep beneath the ground, I'm a nomad, with no real claim to anywhere, and hardly any family to call my own. except of course my brother, Hiisark. I enjoy the calming nature of rivers and streams, and swim as often as I can. and rain! Rain is a wondrous and beautiful thing, I love to watch it, to stand beneath it, embracing it.
dislikes, orcs foremost. though I'm quite skilled with my bow, orcs traveling in groups can take me down quite easily. now say if it was two or three, wandering by where I just happened to be, then I'm not above ridding the world of a few of those foul beings. and in recent times I've come across another form of orc, taller and seemingly more ferocious, called Uruk-hai, and I will not take one on unless it is absolutely alone. I do not find snow to be very likable. it's cold, and wet, and when it touches your skin it seems to sting. I do not mind looking at it, it's rather beautiful, but I'd prefer to stay out of it. I try to stray from Elvish grounds while I crave to embrace that part of my life, I have no patience for the problems my presence sometimes causes. dwarves, I've found are funny little things, but like Elves I try to stray away from them. and how they live in caves I'll never know, dark and enclosed places do not suit me well. besides all that I can not say I avoid or find much else displeasing. I'm a rather curious being.
strengths, I am quite skilled with my bow. She has been with me for many years, carved and shaped from the bones of deers and the bark from trees in Lothlórien, reinforced with the magic of Elves. though I can not rightly say how I managed that part. my arrows are also carved from bones and wood, and are strong and reusable for several years. I hunt regularly, and rarely do I miss my intended target, it is something I have perfected over the years. I am also quite good at at the art of stealth. I am rarely found by any when I do not wish to be found. even Elves with their heightened sense can not detect me unless I wish them too. I presume this is the gift that was bestowed upon me at birth, and I can not say I hate it. I get the most enjoyment from singing, I have a soft voice, but I've heard it sounds ethereal to others.
weaknesses, I cannot say that I am weak in any one thing. Perhaps I am not as straightforward as I should be, I tend to cower or hide when confrontation is presented. I don't like to be in the spotlight, the background is a perfect place for me and it's where I intend to stay. and perhaps I lean on my brother far too much. I have always had him in my life and he has always been there when I am in trouble, but perhaps I rely on him too much for my own good. reading is a rare past time I partake in, but only when I can find books that I can read, mostly those written in the tongue of man. for, even though I'm a half-elf, I cannot speak or read Elvish.
fears, I do not know if I fear anything. perhaps death, but at my age I can not say I would be as scared of it as I was in younger years. if I had loved ones, I would fear for their own lives, but I rarely attach myself to others, by choice. I have found that man ages at a faster rate then I, and die long before me. fear is irrational in my opinion, but no matter how much one may try, it always creeps up on you. dark places, closed off from light make me nervous, and frantic, I hate it above all else and steer clear of any places that remind of that feeling. some men give me an ill feeling, as though there is a wickedness in them that I can see, and it sends chills through me. Oh, and fire. just the small lick of a flame can send me running frantically away. I tend to lose my common sense with just the smell of smoke on the air.
dreams, I wish to one day belong somewhere, be it with the Elves here in Middle Earth or across the sea, or within the kingdom of men.
personality, for those who do not know me, they see only my calm exterior. I am soft-spoken, sweet, and tend to come off as quite timid and shy. but if they were willing to crack the surface they would see an altogether different side of me. while in the presence of people I do not know I tend to stay quiet, listening rather then talking and only smiling and nodding when I'm being spoken too. not that I don't have something to say, but I don't wish to offend those around me.
I have an overbearing personality, I do not hold anything back; and a short-temper when I am dealing with those who underestimate me. I am witty and enjoy laughter, along with making others laugh. I do not act as most Elves do, I wear my emotions on my sleeve, I cry when I am sad, and growl like an animal if I am angered or annoyed. though I do not act in silly manners, I am easy-going, laid-back and highly curious. I am strong of will and stubborn, trustful, loyal and perhaps a little careless when I trust others. but I am always truthful, always.
with those I'm closest too, I have no problem being who I really am. sometimes I end up hurting the feelings of those I love, but I do it without knowledge.
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father, Éthelgard, my father, a mortal, and deceased.
mother, Eären, my mother, a common elf, also deceased.
siblings, Hiisark, my brother, fellow half-elf, off fighting alongside Man.
other figures, no one comes to mind.
lineage, my mother descends from a long line of elves from Lothlórien; my father was from Rohan.
history, my father was a human man, a great man of Rohan, or so my mother told me. his name was Éthelgard and he raised horses and rode plenty in his time. my mother was a curious she-elf, like myself, and was most entranced by this rugged being. needless to say she fell in love with my father and without consent, or thought, she left her home with Éthelgard and traveled endlessly with him. Eären, my mother, did not think of the consequences of loving a mortal, and not long after my birth my father grew sick with fever and died when I was barely a year old. my mother cried herself into a deep depression, and though I knew she loved me, she did not last long without her husband and died when I was still young in this world. she taught me enough in her life so that I was not left innocent to the ways of Middle-Earth. but when she died, she left me and my older brother utterly alone with no home to claim.
my brother was naught but a child himself, being barely a year older then I, but he took it upon himself to take care of the both of us. we became nomads, never staying in one place for too long or making ourselves known to many around us. elves were unwelcome to us, for the most part, they knew of our mother's deception, and did not welcome half-elves into their world of safety, so we steered away from their grounds unless absolutely necessary. as long as we had each other, we were perfectly happy, and though we raised ourselves in the wilderness we still knew the manners of man and elves. we were not wild beasts, if we came across companions on the road Hiisark and I could converse with them in the ways Highborn Elves were taught.
for long years we moved through the forests, killing orcs and goblins, and things that threatened our trees and grounds. we made friends with the ents, and came across elves occasionally, though they turned their noses up at us, readily willing to turn their backs as well and forget our existence. we learned to stay away from areas they populated, and areas they visited on a regular basis. and when it came to the tree line, Hiisark would leave my side and frolic with the men and women of the different villages and cities. he was loved by them, and I was too scared and angry to feel the same towards them.
in recent times I have been traveling alone, Hiisark has taken up a spot next to man to fight this evil that is threatening our world. unfortunately, I cannot bring myself to leave the forests, and feel ashamed I have left my brothers fate in the hands of man at a time like this.
alias, Ashe.
age, twenty-two.
experience, eight-ish years.
other characters, none yet.
rp sample,
The soft patter of footsteps echoed on the forest floor as the small half-elf moved swiftly along. Usually she was quite silent in her pursuit, but today it was about speed and not stealth. She'd been following a rather unruly pack of orcs for two days now. Never attacking or letting herself be known by the group, but rather studying their movements. Times were growing dim in Middle-Earth, there seemed to be a blanket of shadows draped over the world, and no one knew why.
Oh yes, there were whispers. And rumors, and so much gossip it could take your head off. But did anyone ever really know what was going on? No. What one said another would disprove, and another would agree whole-heartedly. There was no such thing as animosity anymore. And privacy was a step away from extinction. But, that wasn't the current issue on the she-elf's mind. Right now she was more worried about the increase in foul activity happening so close to the borders of the men's towns and cities.
Orc of all shapes and sizes have been collecting in large groups and migrating to certain spots along the borders of Rohan, Gondor, and even her beloved forests. And she meant to put a stop to it, or at least try to. With bow and arrow in hand she continued along the pathless ground, just a few feet to the left of a small group of orcs. Three of them, each about the same size and height, and each just as foul smelling as the next. Larellda had taken down one orc a few miles back, but these three were smarter then most and fled.
Now she had to figure out how to take down these three without getting injured in the process. But it seemed her prayers would be answered when they all came to a break in the trees, she let loose an arrow, taking out the back orc, as another arrow pierced the front orc between the eyes. She couldn't stop her forward motion though, and slid to a halt before the other being. An Elf, one that made a growl rise in her throat.
The third orc behind them scampered off into the trees, and Larellda held her bow firmly between her fingers. An arrow pointed at the other Elf's heart.
credit to phips, don't steal!
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