Post by The Pilot on Sept 11, 2007 16:16:28 GMT -5
Character's Name: Narthas Randomië
Story they belong to and genre:LotR. Sorry.
Birthday: Nov. 25th
Gender: M.
Height and Weight: 6'1", 170lbs.
Hair Color and Eye Color: Dark, dark brown / green.
General Build: Class: warrior; strength: 18.. Er, I mean... Moderate build. Retains some Elvish grace, but worn from a life on the road.
A few distinguishing Character Traits:
I'm just going to copy and paste a few paragraphs 'bout him cause I'm lazy and I like the way they sound. ^^
"Lauren got a good look at the old elf, sitting tall but relaxed in his saddle, robed in rich charcoal. His skin wasn’t pale like the other elves, but golden with the testament to his life as a transient. Delicate lines were his only sign of aging, gently creasing the skin between his brows and the corners of his mouth. She imagined him as a youth; rich of tone, and fiery. Everything about his character must have been sharp and bright. She imagined his hair being a lighter, ruddy brown, cascading down his shoulders in full locks-- nothing like the rich bronze of his crown now, sheared just past the chin."
"He gazed on with green eyes that bore an uncanny resemblance to knives or swords or kingdoms at war. They were a most peculiar shade of green… when one looked at them, they could almost see the forests of Doriath and Nevrast, flecked with the stone and alabaster walls of Gondolin, touched by the sands of far lands and the tide of even farther seas, and were faintly rimmed with the blood of war and innocents."
Story they belong to and genre:LotR. Sorry.
Birthday: Nov. 25th
Gender: M.
Height and Weight: 6'1", 170lbs.
Hair Color and Eye Color: Dark, dark brown / green.
General Build: Class: warrior; strength: 18.. Er, I mean... Moderate build. Retains some Elvish grace, but worn from a life on the road.
A few distinguishing Character Traits:
I'm just going to copy and paste a few paragraphs 'bout him cause I'm lazy and I like the way they sound. ^^
"Lauren got a good look at the old elf, sitting tall but relaxed in his saddle, robed in rich charcoal. His skin wasn’t pale like the other elves, but golden with the testament to his life as a transient. Delicate lines were his only sign of aging, gently creasing the skin between his brows and the corners of his mouth. She imagined him as a youth; rich of tone, and fiery. Everything about his character must have been sharp and bright. She imagined his hair being a lighter, ruddy brown, cascading down his shoulders in full locks-- nothing like the rich bronze of his crown now, sheared just past the chin."
"He gazed on with green eyes that bore an uncanny resemblance to knives or swords or kingdoms at war. They were a most peculiar shade of green… when one looked at them, they could almost see the forests of Doriath and Nevrast, flecked with the stone and alabaster walls of Gondolin, touched by the sands of far lands and the tide of even farther seas, and were faintly rimmed with the blood of war and innocents."
