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Character Applications / Re: Alvelin
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Character Applications / [Hobbit + LotR] Alvelin
« Last post by Alvelin on April 05, 2020, 02:23:37 PM »


NAME: Alvelin ("Elmsong")
NICKNAMES: Ava [ey-vuh]
          ■ 263 years old (as of T.A. 2941 "the Hobbit")
          ■ 341 years old (as of T.A. 3019 "the LotR")
GENDER: Female

HAIR COLOUR AND APPEARANCE: Chestnut brown, silky straight. Alvelin cuts it to her shoulders every so often, letting it grow out to her mid-back/waist before cutting it again. She'll wear it in a variety of styles - ponytail, braid, bun, half-up, loose - depending on the day's activities. Mingling with other races, she'll adjust her hair accordingly to blend in with the people she's around, even covering up her ears with it to avoid detection if needed.

EYE COLOUR: Amber. Or light brown, depending on the lighting.

BODY TYPE AND HEIGHT: Slender build with softly toned muscle. Stands 5'9" (1.75 m).

OVERALL APPEARANCE: As in the manner she wears her hair, Alvelin's wardrobe changes depending on the people she's with, adjusting her clothing to blend in with the races of each culture she encounters. She prefers to dress up as a commoner, favoring something plain but not too shabby. Her traveler's wardrobe mainly consists of earthen colored tunics, leggings, cloaks, and boots for mobility and camouflage with the terrain. Lounging in a settlement, she'll opt to wear a simple skirt or dress that's easy to slip on.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Flawless fair skin, without birthmarks or blemishes. Her pointed ears mark her race unmistakably.

WEAPONS:   Likewise with her hair and clothing, her range of weapons changes frequently, depending on what she finds on the road with each new settlement she comes across. Naturally, Alvelin is most comfortable with the bow, preferring long-range over melee. But when arrows are not a luxury, she'll rely on anything metal to get the job done - daggers, light swords, hatchets, pots and pans - whatever she might have on hand as backup.

FACE CLAIM: Anastasia Cebulska

STRENGTHS: Alvelin has lightness of foot, and sharper senses and reflexes compared to the average Man, relying on agility and stealth to outmaneuver and ambush her target.  Archery is an innate skill she's proficient in, whether it be on foot or on horseback. Traveling through Middle-earth, Alvelin has gained a base of knowledge from the people and regions she's encountered - cultures, languages, weapons, survival skills - making it easy for her to adjust and settle just about anywhere, though she prefers not to stay in one place for too long.

WEAKNESSES: Against a much larger, muscular foe, Alvelin has difficulty holding her own in a battle of strength without using agility to her advantage. It is the reason why she prefers the long range of a bow, rather than face an opponent in hand-to-hand combat.  She refuses to wear armor (unless if there's mithril lying around), all the more exposing her flesh to being pierced through the thin fabric that covers it.  Her youth and immaturity shine through lack of wisdom, tact, and sophistication, most of which have to do with the length of time she's spent among mortals, reflecting their mannerisms which have gradually turned her more "Man" than Elf over the years.  Essentially, mortals are her drug, one that keeps Alvelin coming back for more, and one that she will die to protect.  For without them, the world would be a very dull place, in her eyes.

ASPIRATIONS: To explore Middle-earth, make sense of the world, and help those in need along the way.  One day, she would like to go to Harad, and Forodwaith and Rhun, and venture into regions unknown.  Also on her bucket list, she would like to meet a dragon and an eagle and take a flight on its back.

FEARS: Losing her identity, her sense of self and purpose. Losing her sanity over time, with the passing of ages. Death is always a looming concern, and Alvelin takes precaution to avoid an early one for herself and others, if possible.

PERSONALITY: Alvelin extends her friendly nature, helping hand, and compassion to all races and peoples alike, and enjoys bringing comfort and aid to those in need. She doesn't put on airs or speak with such Elvish refinement that would reveal her for what she is, at first glance (if her ears are covered). Among the commonfolk of Man, this makes her easily approachable. Most would find her to be courteous, cheerful, and diligent in her work, and self-sacrificing for those less fortunate. Still young for an Elf, Alvelin hasn't lost her childlike sense of wonder and playfulness, relishing life's simple pleasures and believing in the good that exists in everything - even orcs.
And yet, there is a reclusive side to Alvelin, one that drives her to be a nomad in the wilderness. Not only does it allow her to find spiritual healing in nature while wandering the road, it gives her emotional distance as well, preferring not to foster too much attachment to those she's left behind.  She hides and waits for the leaves of Men to shed their fall colors, returning down the road only when it's green again, to find the old generation gone and replaced with a new one, still vibrant and entertaining to her as before.  So long as she does not have to witness the change, it's much easier for her to cope and maintain optimism with the passage of time, and to walk among mortals as if nothing has ever happened.

HISTORY: The apple didn't fall far from the tree, in Alvelin's case.  Both of her parents were travelers in their youth, exploring all they could of Middle-earth. Only when Velethuil and Asthroniel were considerably older, when they finally had their fill of the world, did they return to their homeland in Lindon to achieve one last journey together.  Parenthood.  Thus, Alvelin was born, named after the many elm trees that grew in the region, "Land of Singers", that would inevitably beckon her back to the shores of the Grey Havens when she too, one day would feel the urge to leave Middle-earth.  An only child - lively and carefree - she was the light of her parents' waning lives, which they cherished together in bliss.  Alvelin would glean as much as she could of her parents' travels through their countless stories, but Velethuil and Asthroniel were careful not spoil their restless daughter with too much, hinting that she would have to discover those secrets for herself one day. . . A day that came all too swiftly, when Alvelin -at one hundred years old- waved her farewell from the harbor as she watched her parents retire over the waters to Valinor.  Saddling her mount, Alvelin embarked on her own travels shortly afterward (circa T.A. 2778), aiming to tour a little bit of everything Middle-earth had to offer her before uniting with her family across the Sea. . .
And so, she frequently travels the North-South road, from Bree to Edoras, occasionally returning to Lindon to visit kin and replace her mount with one of their fine horses of Elven stock. Although her relatives would gladly open their homes for her to stay, Alvelin remains on the road, carrying what little possessions she has with her on her back, in a saddlebag, or in a wagon.  Usually she travels with caravans, tagging along with groups for company and protection. Other times she braves it solo, but it is undoubtedly more dangerous and nerve-wracking for her, especially in areas where dark creatures lurk.  She'll take on any odd job to meet her needs, whether financially or simply to keep herself busy. Anything left over from her earnings, whether it be coin or other items of value, Alvelin gives away as much as she can to charity before departing from one place to another, having no interest in wealth or material gain. T'would only attract robbers anyway and add weight to slow her down.
She's had 'flirtations' in the past, but it would take a special (im)mortal to make her commit to that kind of relationship.  As of T.A. 2940, she's raised six children of Men, orphans adopted from poverty and liberated elsewhere along her travels.  She savored every moment that she could.  All of them eventually grew up and parted ways when they reached adulthood, if not reluctantly at their mother's behest, forcing them to leave. For her own sanity, to spare herself from grief, Alvelin knew she could not watch her mortal children grow old and die. Nor did she have anything more to do with them and their fates, once she sent them away.  For closure, she believes all of them to be dead at this point - old age, battle, or otherwise.

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Returning from Transfiguration, Andrew entered the Common Room, quietly reciting the list of incantations of spells he had been taught earlier that day. Although the class was notoriously difficult, Andrew had to admit Transfiguration was his favorite in terms of awe-inspiring, being able to turn something into something else. That was true magic for him right there. Although, once it became available to him next year, Care of Magical Creatures was the class Andrew looked most forward to, certainly to become his new favorite.

After a mental load of lecture, Andrew was ready to unwind for a break.

"Hi, Tyr," he replied, approaching where Tyranni sat. "Ugh, hate April Fools'," he muttered jokingly. Pulling out a paper cut out fish from his robe pocket, he unfolded it for Tyranni to look at. "Someone stuck this on my back when I wasn't looking." He chuckled. It was a pretty innocent prank, compared to what most students were able to do with their wands. "Well, better than my last year went in the Abandoned Toilets," he let slip the remark. Fortunately he was a second year now. It was mainly bad for the first years, that some of the older years would try and prank them twice as hard—Muggle-borns, especially—turning April Fool's into a nightmare.

Setting his bookbag down with relief, he plopped into the cushy armchair beside Tyranni, letting his sore feet rest after the hundreds of stairs he had climbed to and back from Transfiguration.

"And you? How's your day been? Just got done with Transfiguration," he reported, rubbing a hand over his tired forehead.

The Blue Mountains / Re: Apples to Pears
« Last post by Anlaf on April 04, 2020, 11:14:32 PM »
Anlaf was arguably enjoying this far too much! Stringing Fritz along with his teasing, and teasing even further as to the help he could provide. He didn't mean true ill, or to unduly embarrass his youngest, even if that was exactly what he was accomplishing! They were all growing, and had grown, so fast, his brood, as Fritz's upcoming birthday had further impressed upon the councilor. It was only a handful of years since Fritz had passed the Fifty milestone that marked him grown, and yet every year after caused another marked gap.

How many did he have before Fritz, or any of his other boys, followed Andi in moving out upon their own lives? That thought alone should have made him more suspicious of the young lady sitting beside his son, but still Anlaf didn't assume.

Andar's twins having just been born that August and...everything the family had gone through in the past year, perhaps bumping Anlaf's wistful wanting of clinging to what he could; not that he wasn't ecstatic to be a grandfather! It was just a shame some of the words he'd had to trade with his second oldest before seeing him off, though for the most part Anlaf's disappointment in the manner of how it all went down had been shown in somber looks more than words. That last he left to Liv.

But the family was doing well now, and Andar was sure to drop by in a few days for Fritz's Fifty-Fourth birthday.

Still, Anlaf held the same smile upon his face as he stood, arms leisurely crossed, awaiting Fritz's reaction to his cryptic words, as he had when playing peek-a-boo with the lad as a young toddler; it changing to a grin as his boy bit and asked.

"Glad you asked!", he acted like he hadn't been pulling for that very question. Leaning forward again, he rested his hands on the stall and gave both Fritz and his friend a secretive sort of look. "I have it on good authority that Hjor has taken a set of young lads out to show them some survival skills, and I'm sure after such an excursion the boys will be hungry. I could point them towards this entrance and your cart, no problem".

And the fact that Hjor was also the brother of the leather merchant Anlaf was hunting down meant he could get a better idea of where the Dwarf was for his own mission while doing said favor for his son.
Start here... / Re: OOC Sign Up
« Last post by Estë on April 02, 2020, 07:55:40 PM »
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The Blue Mountains / Re: Open Communication
« Last post by Dagmar on April 01, 2020, 03:19:52 PM »
Her sister looked thoughtful, which caused Dags to look intrigued. Yet, She patiently awaited out Líknví's answer, in case the younger Dwarf decided she in fact didn't want to tell that story (whatever the story she was thinking of was), and instead moved on to another one.

Dags wouldn't be offended; whatever Líknví felt comfortable sharing. The other's smile showed when she seemed to land on a tale.

I can admit I was afraid of a butterfly first time my brother and Wren took me Outside

Dags hoped Líknví knew she wasn't giggling at her as she giggled, and hopefully the light in her green eyes further communicated that, since she knew her sister read gestures as much, if not more, than words in communicating. As most of them did, and perhaps not more so than the average person, but more aware of it without hearing words spoken.

It landed on my arm and...I ran behind Finch

"Oh you should have seen me with frogs and newts!", Dagmar quickly chimed in to reassure, and share back. Not as over-reacting as with a butterfly, some might say, but Dagmar also understood the unspoken context that any Dwarf would with that. Or assumed it. It had been Líknví's first trip out.

Butterflies, like everything, were new.

Men, Elves, many of the other races of Middle Earth couldn't recall seeing Outside for the first time because they were babes, or not far from it, when it happened. The same could happen with Dwarves, but rarely did. They spent so much time underground, by choice of majority and nature, for the most part, that a Dwarf usually recalled their first time stepping into the sunlight (hopefully) or even rain, perhaps, and limitless sky.

Fíli held that honor in Dagmar's case as well*, and hopefully to no resentment from her family. Like many memories of the prince, Dags could think on it now.

It had been less her hesitating on entering Outside, and more her being quick on the uptake, and her friend in tow at the time. She clearly recalled, and could see it, but wasn't sure her age. Probably not far past Fourteen, and still thought by her father and brothers too young no doubt (or Liv impressed this thought on them) or else it could have just as easily been in tagging after one of them. Instead she and Fíli had been exploring the caverns, as they did since she'd first met him that fateful day in the alcove, and she'd caught scent of a breeze from Outside and just known it meant something big.

Cautiously, with Fíli right at her heels (either for her sake or his own curiosity as well she was never sure), she'd investigated. A spot of sunlight shining in at the entrance, and stepping into its warmth, and it was done! She hadn't gone far, but had reveled in the newness of it all, the sun so different than the lights within the caverns.

Of course after this first step she was hooked, and went with her father on his next trek out, Anlaf and what of his sons that had been with him on that trip holding the honor of introducing Dagmar to more of Outside than just the mouth of the cave.

The sun wasn't what Dagmar guessed, like most no doubt, had impressed Líknví the most. "The sky was something, huh?", she asked knowingly. Dagmar recalled being so stunned that it went on forever and never seemed to stop! Never-mind its brightness with the clouds and sunlight!

<<*Or I want to say he did, but still give her brothers something ^^>>
Further Afield / Re: The once shining city..
« Last post by Ginger Dúnhere on April 01, 2020, 01:24:27 AM »
For all the messes she had been in before, this was a cake walk. How many could there be? Plus, having an extra person on the outside would cause them to divert some of the - um - heard, gang, possie - ah - troop - oh! Company, sure, sure! Company sounded great! And as the Gondorian spoke with optimistic - she thought - authority, she felt a twinge of self doubt in her own ability to keep up. She hadn’t been in a situation like this since … since the fall of Lake Town. But, determined not to let those feelings get in the way, and distract her, she looked directly into the beady eyes of the enemy who had been terrorizing the fields of Rohan.

They were black, pitiless, and unafraid of death. These were, at least. He grinned the ugliest grin she had ever seen. Ginger tightened her stance, mimicking the Gondorian, and taking up the position of covering his back, while he guarded hers.

There was no hesitation as the Gondorian lunged for the first Orc that came within range of his blade. Though Ginger would have prefered for them to make the first move - though technically, she supposed, they already had - she followed suit quickly, letting loose an arrow directly into the forehead of the orc in front of her, then another as it tried to avenge the dead, only to land at her feet, arrow lodged deep into the forehead...


Eo stood very still among the ruins. He listened for the sound of the oncoming orcs, for there had to be some, their sense of smell - he learned - had a very far range. It was annoying. Ginger had always told him it was rude to spit, but the urge was so strong he couldn’t help it, and he spat at the ground in distaste.

Then, there was movement beside him. He tensed up. The sound of gravel crunching lightly under foot alerted him to danger. Carefully, Eo preped his bow…


Ozreth held back the annoyance he felt rising in his chest. How dare these impudent nothings taunt him like this. He growled low, and four more of his companions appeared, but instead of circling, they lunged directly for the two. He smirked, watching them. These would not be so easy to take down! He had already sent two to take out the boy hiding in the hills. The gall they! Impudence!

Ozreth dismounted, and watched the battle, preparing his own sword in case the two should not go down. This is what made him a leader. His strength, his cunning. If they would not go down easily, then let them suffer for their offence.
Lothlórien / Re: Checking On The In-Laws
« Last post by Elrond Peredhel on April 01, 2020, 01:15:21 AM »
Elrond was not sure what it was about silence or the lack thereof that could be so telling but his mother-in-law was being very loud in her silence. And he was a little bit lost as to what he had done. Perhaps if  Celeborn was here, the rather blunt Elf Lord could tell him exactly what he had done wrong. But in someways, he much rather preferred dealing with Galadriel instead of her hsuband. The silver-haired Elf was far too blunt at times, which considering his growing up in Elu Thngol’s court was both surprising and not surprising.

But she chose not to enlighten him as to her source of displeasure, instead letting him know how Arwen was doing, though her reply was rather cool. Elrond furrowed his brow but gave her a grateful smile for letting him know. ”That is good to hear. It will do her good to be here, with you and your husband.” His eyes were serious as he spoke. ”There is something both peaceful and healing about Lothlorien, healing for the fea, that Imladris does not have.”

He sighed at her words about he could have gone to his daughter and not her if he simply was here to check up on Arwen. ”Perhaps I need some time away from everything, and seek the rest that Lothlorien can provide. Glorfindel and Erestor can handle the management of Imladris for a few weeks without me.” He sagged a little, the stress of everything catching up to him. He did give a small genuine, if a bit strained, smile. ”But you did not answer my first question, Galadriel. How do you and Celeborn fare?”
Rivendell / Re: Learning Goes Both Ways
« Last post by Pellavan on March 28, 2020, 10:58:17 PM »
"I don't think you should be apologizing for asking questions, seeking knowledge is never a bad thing. You remind me a bit of my little brother, he'd never pass up on an opportunity to learn new things."

Pellavan didn't miss the smile that came to Boromir's face as he mentioned his little brother, and it caused the young Elf to smile as well, as he thought on his sisters. "I'm the youngest myself", he answered, though he hadn't asked how many brothers, or siblings, Boromir had, and therefore couldn't know if his situation really was that comparable to the Steward's other son. "and I'm sure my sisters would tell you I talk too much, so it must be something younger siblings just share".

Or the older had the luxury of fewer people recalling when they were the same.

Pellavan caught, a bit, the jest perhaps hidden in the Man's astonished stating of his age. "Oh, that's right, Men are grown by my age, aren't they?", he recalled their shorter life spans. Or hearing of them, and witnessing a bit of evidence with the two Men who'd sheltered in Rivendell, Estel and his mother. Strider (as he was called now) himself had shot up around the other Elf children of this place, having a brief moment when he could relate, perhaps, to Pel as well as the others, and then quickly surpassing them while they seemingly stayed the same.

How did they learn everything there was to learn in so short a time before people expected things of them?

He'd heard that, while not as long lived as Elves, Dwarves aged slower.

"Also, Strider does strike me as a busy person indeed."

Pellavan knew Boromir was alluding to the heritage that Strider had, even if the young Elf didn't know all of the facts. He was a Ranger who had something to aspire to, was about as close as Pel's knowledge got to it; and that from what he heard from others. He nodded his agreement with the assessment, but left it at that.

"What are some of the things you would like to know, I'm sure you got more knowledge about the outside world in the books around here or the stories they can tell."

"Yes, they help alot!", Pellavan admitted. It was very nice of Boromir to offer, also, to answer his questions, when he could, and perhaps should, be preparing for their quest.

Or maybe he wouldn't begrudge the break from thinking on all of it himself, the young Elf realized.

"Thank-you, very much", Pel made sure to show his gratitude for the other's kindness, "I think...more than wondering anything too deep, and again, I can get those sorts of answers from books, I just want to know what's out there, I guess. So what's your favorite things you've seen on the trip from Gondor to here?", and if that was silly to ask, he was still young, so he could be forgiven. But until he was better able to see them himself.

Plus if Boromir was also seeking distraction from the Quest by his offer, it would fulfill that requirement as well, hopefully.
Harry Potter AU / Re: Teachers Get to Vent
« Last post by Bilbo Baggins on March 19, 2020, 09:26:06 PM »
Professor Casey offering Bob encouragment lead to the Astronomy professor explaining why he had loved Quidditch so much; not that he really had to try all that hard for Bob to still feel he understood. He taught, and refereed, Quidditch after all. But helping kids along towards their potential, and knowing the rules, was different than having the potential oneself to be what constituted as a Star Player.

Of course there was a point in Casey bringing it up. ”If it hadn’t been for the former Brooms master, I might not have made it to the team at all, you know.”

Bob smiled. He’d heard all about his predecessor’s patience, and recalled some of it from when he was a boy even, though he didn’t push boundaries...for the most part.

”So what are you going to do about Cliff, Bob? I mean, what would you do? I can tell you what I would do, but little good that would be, as I am not you, and nor are you me!”

Professor Amadeus seemed to laps into not making sense, but Bob could still follow, oddly enough. The important parts anyway. He sighed as he thought. "I'm not sure...House point deduction was one of the first things I tried, and I felt sure that would solve all, Cliff not wanting to be the bearer of ill for all of Slytherin...but, as other professors tell me, when they did similar, he just got crafty about his comments and such after that". Or forgot and just acted like he didn't care.

Sure, Slytherin was known as the Crafty house, and so their students could be prone to mischief more than others, and Cliff still had probably not drug it down as far as Damien Selwyn's attack on the Gallagher boy, though that was not within the same year, but they cared about points same as all others.

While he thought, Professor Amadeus went on.

“It’s tough teaching in the dark, Astronomy isn’t so easy when you’re students are using transfiguration to make their books into pillows, and throwing spells at each other to keep awake. I’m often impressed when I see high scores in my class. That students actually take the time to learn about the stars, and then go to Divination.I feel that I work in tandem with our Divination instructor. If only I could remember their name…”

"Oh, that's...", Bob went to enlighten and answer the question for his peer, when he paused. What was the man's (or woman) name?! He was drawing a blank himself! Bob frowned, determined to figure it out, not liking not knowing one of his peers. "...hold on, I know this, it's...". But he did not! "Blast, I couldn't tell you either! How strange!"

"That Cliff boy is going to become a problem child...”

They could agree on that as well!

"Yes, and unfortunately I've heard from other professors any Owls sent to his parents on the subject are sent back with replies about 'not curbing his cleverness' and how we're too strict. I don't say I don't see where the problem no doubt originates", Bob sighed.

While it seemed they were getting no answers, this talk did help, by showing even more clearly to Bob that Cliff was not just a problem for him. He was no longer wallowing in his own troubles also and now his mind started to think again. They needed some answer for all of them! What would get to the boy?

"We may have to think outside the box on this boy...". Bob tapped his chin, thinking. He then chuckled to himself, "I know what I might try, and if it works I'll let you know. I would make sure Miss Mcintire wasn't in the class, just to not be further harassed; I think Fritz Arkwright can handle himself...I was just complaining about how hard running the class was. Maybe I'll let Cliff try it out and see how he likes it". Yes! Having to wrangle his peers might be just the thing for the boy so sure he could do everything.

And, though Bob supported Fritz Arkwright's defense of his friend, having to take Cliff's orders would be a light sort of reprimand and reminder to the boy to bring such things to professors and not make waves and take things into his own hands and wand.
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  • Faramir: Reply for Éowyn! [link]
    September 22, 2019, 12:39:37 AM
  • Tintaldé: [link] @Whit/Tinuvagor
    September 21, 2019, 11:01:15 AM
  • Éowyn: [link] @Cass/Faramir
    September 21, 2019, 10:38:16 AM
  • Ulmo: Pellavan is approved and now in play! ^^ [link]
    September 16, 2019, 12:38:49 PM
  • Fritz: More brotherly banter for Andi/Cass and Koph/Blue! Whoo! [link]
    September 04, 2019, 06:15:14 PM
  • Faramir: Starter for Lothíriel/Meren, after a thousand years! [link]
    August 24, 2019, 10:22:02 PM
  • Gard of Lake-town: Tag for Thatguy [link]
    May 17, 2019, 03:01:04 AM
  • thatguy2: tag for Gard [link]
    May 14, 2019, 05:38:28 AM