Post by The Pilot on Sept 12, 2007 22:03:28 GMT -5
This is super-long winded. I pledge my undying loyalty to anyone who gets through the entire thing, and I will write you in my will as the sole benefactor of everything to my name if you actually understand it all as well.
Have fun!
Character Name: Narthas (His father gave him a slapdash hybrid of vague words that most likely mean "story keeper".) Randomië (An alias he took to keep his identity a secret to ensure that many of his generation continued to think him dead; means "Wanderer of the twilight").
Titles: Atanëar, Rána (The Wanderer, named after the moon), Randomië, Lieutenant under Ecthelion (breifly, during the sack of Gondolin), and he was known by many in Dol Amroth simply as Auleskar, or The Architect.
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: Oh god. Do I really have to go through all of the timelines and count? It's so confusing and... alright. Fine. I'll try, but just don't pick me apart for getting it wrong. (10 minutes later) Oke. He's 6,575 years old by the end of the Third Age.
Nationality: From Gondolin, lost beneath the sea. Noldo for the win!
Home: At the beginning of the Fouth Age, he lives in Lorien.
Occupation: Architect and engineer.
Weapons of Choice: Pole-arm, though not very practical in close situations... so perhaps sword.
Starting Weapon: A hunting knife
Possessions: The clothes on his back, a pocketbook (though not full, the pages were thoroughly wet at one point and a good portion of them were ruined), a small quill, and a small pot of ink.
Military Skills: Lieutenant in the siege of Gondolin, soldier in the War of Wrath. He's stealthy and can fight feverously, but lacks the charisma to lead more than a few dozen men in battle.
Other Skills: Being an architect, he is a very good observational sketch artist, is skilled at drawing plans and diagrams, and has a knack for teaching. Also, considering his upbringing, he was exposed to metalcraft as well as masonry and other kinds of construction.
Languages: Westron, Sindarin, Quenya
Psychological Description: Oh boy. This is going to be really very difficult, because like a normal person, his personality changes as he grew older. Unless, of course, this question is just referring to his personality at the time of the roleplay. Sorry, but I don't think I can sum it up here. It'll show up in his history (see below.)
Physical Description: Narthas is around 6'1", and weighs in at about 172 pounds. He has the classical features of a middle-north european man, with piercing eyes, a strong jaw, and an expressive mouth. His hair is not quite as unkept as it was at one point in time, though now it is cut shorter than what is worn by other Elves: sheared at the shoulders. Though he could pass for one of the race of Men and much about him is indistinguishable from the mortals he so closely associates with, upon closer inspection one can tell that there is an innate grace about his movements that is unmistakably Elvish in nature. His hair is the color of keenly polished bronze and his eyes resemble mirrors or memories that remember the ancient forests of Beleriand. He has a small, poorly inked tattoo on the back of his neck at the base of his skull resembling several symbols in a foriegn script, a scar on his left side from the top of his hip to the bottom of his ribs, and some minor scars on his hands.
History:
He was born into the house of Maëglin, son of Eol, and Linya, the daughter of Ecthelion of the Fountain, on November 30th in the year 470 of the First Age. As we all know, Maëglin had lusted after Idril yet could not have her, and so he married Lord Ecthelion's daughter instead, so that he might still be near the courts after his mother's death. Things were well between he and his wife for several years, until his first and only son was born.
Narthas' early childhood was little more than normal, despite a slight, tense air about his father constantly. He spent most of his time reading stories and playing with his friend, Voronwë. They played with wooden soldiers that Voronwë's father, a skilled craftsman, would make them, and would swim in the fountains during the summertime. It was later that Voronwë, as he told Narthas in secret, was being sent by Turgon on a voyage across Belergaer to plead with the Valar to come to Middle-earth and aid the plight of the Elves.
However, in 495 and when Narthas was 25 years of age, Tuor arrived in Gondolin with none other than Voronwë as his guide. When Tuor fell for Idril and married her, Narthas saw that his father's tense mood was drawing nearer and nearer to wrath. It was only a matter of time before Narthas would bear witness to heated debates arise between his parents from nothing, and the only thing he could do was retreat to the relative comfort of his room, trying to drown out the terrible noise that would still sneak through his door.
Doriath had fallen, and so had Nargothrond, and Turgon sensed, with the arrival of Ulmo's messenger, that the time was almost nigh for Gondolin to meet a similar fate. Narthas was still counted as very young by his people, and he felt especially so when he tried to comprehend his father's abrupt shift in demeanor, not to mention Tuor's coming. Word had spread like brushfire through the people of Gondolin, and even more so the courts, of the importance of Tuor's appearance in his hidden city after the sack of Nargothrond, one of the last heavilly fortified dwelling places of the Elves outside of Tumladen.
It was not long after Maëglin and Linya's arguments began to manifest themselves into violence did Narthas begin his spiral downward into depression. The first time he put himself between his parents he was struck unconscious by his father. He woke up several hours later on the floor of an empty room, and after a moment, hastened to his own chambers, unable to endure that murderous silence that made the air thick and cold. And with the birth of Eärendil, things only exacerbated.
The domestic abuse continued for some time before someone outside the family of three saw the bruises on Linya's shoulders. And who would that someone be other than Ecthelion himself.
Narthas was never able to see Ecthelion's wrath loosed upon Maëglin. All he knew was that he and his mother were ushered into spare living quarters in the houses behind the court of the King, and lived there for several weeks. It was during this uneasy time that Narthas first observed his mother, and saw just how frail she was. She had lost her own mother long before Narthas was born, and her father's duty as Lord of one of the Twelve Noble Houses kept him away much of the time. She sought attention in sad and subtle ways, and Narthas perceived was precisely the reason that she later returned to Maëglin.
During their stay in the courts, being closer to Turgon and Tuor and Idril, they were told of the way of escape that Idril devised for when Gondolin was besieged. Neither of them spoke of it to Maëglin, nor were even granted the chance to do so, as when they returned, he had gone to Anghabar and did not return for a very long time.
There were those who thought that he had gotten lost in his own mine-tunnels, others thought perhaps that he perished. Narthas was uneasy about his absence, as his mother, though for different reasons. The young elf knew that something had gone wrong.
It was months later when Maëglin returned again. Linya was overjoyed to see her husband returned, and was even further euphoric to find that his anger and dark mood were all but left behind in the mountains. It took Maëglin time to gain back the trust of the people, but he won it eventually and became good-tempered again. But there was something about him that Narthas couldn't trust, and he felt betrayed when his mother ran so quickly back into the same arms that had once beaten her to the ground. Despite the fact that Maëglin and Linya's love seemed to have been rekindled, Narthas knew from the way his father avoided being alone with him that he had done something whilst he was away. Why wouldn't he speak of it? Not even Voronwë shared the same suspicion when Narthas told him of his thoughts. The young elf felt alienated from those who did not believe him, and so he sought friendship with one of the only who still doubted Maëglin's integrity: Tuor.
Narthas was amazed to find how wise he was for being one of the mortal race of Men, and thought to himself that none other would have been so perfectly chosen to be the herald of the Vala Ulmo. Theirs was a good, sturdy friendship, and Narthas longed to be among others of the Edain. He learned much from Tuor, and was even told the very same story of creation that he hearkened to on the shore of Belergaer at Vinyamar.
Idril took him aside and told him more of the Secret Way which she had devised, and Narthas listened patiently. He began to connect Maëglin's disappearance with Idril's vision of Gondolin's fall, and it pained him to think of such a greivous future for Turgon's people, be it true or not. He loved his home dearly, and a boiling anger rose in him when he thought of Morgoth's armies destroying all that he held dear.
In the year 511, Narthas was forty years of age. Nost-na-Lothion was passed and the city was preparing for the Gates of Summer; the weather was growing warm again as Anar remained in the sky longer than She does in the winter-time. Narthas loved the celebration because it gave him a chance to sing in the chorus of ancient melodies. His mother had taught him the art of song and music, because it ran in the veins of the people of her father's house, but the skill did not come so easily to the elf, and he actually thought himself a poor singer, despite his fondness of it.
The Sun disappeared over the horizon above the land of the Valar and all the voices of the city fell silent to listen to the gentle rhythm of harpers and flautists floating through the warm night air. Jewels glowed in the trees and silver lamps lit the streets. Narthas did not mingle with his mother, or his father, or Ecthelion for that matter. He stood out with Voronwë and his family at their house, waiting for the dawn. Some time during the night, however, as he leaned against the railing of the balcony, a sweet aroma wandered into his nostrils, and he was lulled into a swoon. He was greeted by a strange dream in which he was approached by a strange, dark, powerful figure that bore the likeness of an Elf, but spoke with a voice of iron and flames. Narthas percieved this character to be an offspring of the Dark Lord, and his name was revealed to be Morithil. Narthas woke, remembering the man calling him the Atanëar, the Prodigy of Men. For the rest of the night Narthas dwelled on the meaning of the reverie in silence.
As all of us know, Gondolin did not see a dawn for Tarnin Austa that year. The first light that peered out over Tumladen came from the north, and such a terrible sight quelled the voices of the people before it left their throats.
Now, while the Lords of the Twelve Noble Houses met in the courts of the King for a hasty council on what course of action the city would take to defend itself against the tide of Morgoth's armies, the hosts of each of these lords prepared for battle.
Narthas never knew that Maëglin (and Salgant as well) voiced that they should keep the women and children inside the city rather than scatter and flee from the battle. Narthas dressed in his own battle-gear as well, as during his childhood, Ecthelion occasionally drew him aside for training to be one of his host of the Fountain, rather than become one of the house of the Mole. And so that's what Narthas did.
The battle of Tumladen was long, horrible, and tiresome. They fought the fiery tides of orcs and Balrogs and Morgoth's machines of war under a sky darkened with smoke and shadow. Narthas did not see his grandfather die with Gothmog in the Fountain of the King, but he was fortunate enough to see Maëglin smite the hillside thrice ere he rested on the ground from where Tuor had thrown him from one of the high walls. It was during that moment of sheer anger, anguish, astonishment, happiness, and most of all surprise, did a misshapen orc lunge at him and tear into his side with a rusted scimitar, whose scar would remain with him for the duration of his life.
Narthas escaped from the sacked city with Tuor, Idril, Eärendil, and the chosen few who were loyal to them. The young elf carried his wounded mother through the Secret Way, but Linya only lasted for five days while on the road to the mouths of Sirion where Gondolin's refugees planned to dwell in uncertainty. The last thing Narthas' mother said before she died was an apology for bringing him into the world. She passed on quiety, and Narthas wept while he and Voronwë buried her on the wayside, hoping that she would not meet Maëglin in the Halls of Mandos.
It was only a week later did Narthas resolve to leave the company of refugees led by Tuor and his son; he saw that there was nothing for him there but memories of pain and bloodhsed. He was thoroughly sick of the Eldar, and wanted to see more of Tuor's kind... he longed to live among Men.
Narthas first sought the people of Haleth in the forest of Brethil, but when he found them he did not understand their tongue, and they did not bear Tuor's golden hair and tall stature. So he sent off again in search of those of the House of Hador and found them settled in Dor-lómin. He was welcomed by those people and long did he dwell with them until he was sure that that those elves which he knew had forgotten him. His mood gradually lightened during his stay with Tuor's kin, but Narthas became enraptured with a deep desire for revenge when word spread that the Valar were coming ot Middle-earth with a host of the Noldor to wage war against Morgoth. Before the many battles that would come, he renamed himself Randomië so that any elf that might know Narthas would never find him. Only a wanderer of the twilight.
The war raged on for what seemed like an eternity, and Narthas the Randomië fought only with those of the House of Hador. He didn't get close to Angband, but fought long and hard in the waste of Anfauglith alongside the mighty host of Valinor. The skies thundered and the ground shook; mountains were raised and leveled, and when Angband was sacked and Morgoth finally sentenced to eternity in the void with Eärendil as his guard, all of the residents of Beleriand had to migrate eastward when Belegaer swallowed up the broken land all the way to Ossiriand. And then they sighed and rejoiced, and the Second Age of the World had begun.
Narthas was 113 years at the beginning of the Second Age of the world. He was thoroughly sick of war and detested all that it brought: destruction and chaos, pain and anguish. His heart was still stung by the loss of his mother and of his city... his stomach reeled when he thought how everything that he knew, Beleriand, was far beneath the waves of the sea. Impassable mountains, cities, even the bodies of the slain lay at the bottom of the unknown depths.
Have fun!
Character Name: Narthas (His father gave him a slapdash hybrid of vague words that most likely mean "story keeper".) Randomië (An alias he took to keep his identity a secret to ensure that many of his generation continued to think him dead; means "Wanderer of the twilight").
Titles: Atanëar, Rána (The Wanderer, named after the moon), Randomië, Lieutenant under Ecthelion (breifly, during the sack of Gondolin), and he was known by many in Dol Amroth simply as Auleskar, or The Architect.
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: Oh god. Do I really have to go through all of the timelines and count? It's so confusing and... alright. Fine. I'll try, but just don't pick me apart for getting it wrong. (10 minutes later) Oke. He's 6,575 years old by the end of the Third Age.
Nationality: From Gondolin, lost beneath the sea. Noldo for the win!
Home: At the beginning of the Fouth Age, he lives in Lorien.
Occupation: Architect and engineer.
Weapons of Choice: Pole-arm, though not very practical in close situations... so perhaps sword.
Starting Weapon: A hunting knife
Possessions: The clothes on his back, a pocketbook (though not full, the pages were thoroughly wet at one point and a good portion of them were ruined), a small quill, and a small pot of ink.
Military Skills: Lieutenant in the siege of Gondolin, soldier in the War of Wrath. He's stealthy and can fight feverously, but lacks the charisma to lead more than a few dozen men in battle.
Other Skills: Being an architect, he is a very good observational sketch artist, is skilled at drawing plans and diagrams, and has a knack for teaching. Also, considering his upbringing, he was exposed to metalcraft as well as masonry and other kinds of construction.
Languages: Westron, Sindarin, Quenya
Psychological Description: Oh boy. This is going to be really very difficult, because like a normal person, his personality changes as he grew older. Unless, of course, this question is just referring to his personality at the time of the roleplay. Sorry, but I don't think I can sum it up here. It'll show up in his history (see below.)
Physical Description: Narthas is around 6'1", and weighs in at about 172 pounds. He has the classical features of a middle-north european man, with piercing eyes, a strong jaw, and an expressive mouth. His hair is not quite as unkept as it was at one point in time, though now it is cut shorter than what is worn by other Elves: sheared at the shoulders. Though he could pass for one of the race of Men and much about him is indistinguishable from the mortals he so closely associates with, upon closer inspection one can tell that there is an innate grace about his movements that is unmistakably Elvish in nature. His hair is the color of keenly polished bronze and his eyes resemble mirrors or memories that remember the ancient forests of Beleriand. He has a small, poorly inked tattoo on the back of his neck at the base of his skull resembling several symbols in a foriegn script, a scar on his left side from the top of his hip to the bottom of his ribs, and some minor scars on his hands.
History:
He was born into the house of Maëglin, son of Eol, and Linya, the daughter of Ecthelion of the Fountain, on November 30th in the year 470 of the First Age. As we all know, Maëglin had lusted after Idril yet could not have her, and so he married Lord Ecthelion's daughter instead, so that he might still be near the courts after his mother's death. Things were well between he and his wife for several years, until his first and only son was born.
Narthas' early childhood was little more than normal, despite a slight, tense air about his father constantly. He spent most of his time reading stories and playing with his friend, Voronwë. They played with wooden soldiers that Voronwë's father, a skilled craftsman, would make them, and would swim in the fountains during the summertime. It was later that Voronwë, as he told Narthas in secret, was being sent by Turgon on a voyage across Belergaer to plead with the Valar to come to Middle-earth and aid the plight of the Elves.
However, in 495 and when Narthas was 25 years of age, Tuor arrived in Gondolin with none other than Voronwë as his guide. When Tuor fell for Idril and married her, Narthas saw that his father's tense mood was drawing nearer and nearer to wrath. It was only a matter of time before Narthas would bear witness to heated debates arise between his parents from nothing, and the only thing he could do was retreat to the relative comfort of his room, trying to drown out the terrible noise that would still sneak through his door.
Doriath had fallen, and so had Nargothrond, and Turgon sensed, with the arrival of Ulmo's messenger, that the time was almost nigh for Gondolin to meet a similar fate. Narthas was still counted as very young by his people, and he felt especially so when he tried to comprehend his father's abrupt shift in demeanor, not to mention Tuor's coming. Word had spread like brushfire through the people of Gondolin, and even more so the courts, of the importance of Tuor's appearance in his hidden city after the sack of Nargothrond, one of the last heavilly fortified dwelling places of the Elves outside of Tumladen.
It was not long after Maëglin and Linya's arguments began to manifest themselves into violence did Narthas begin his spiral downward into depression. The first time he put himself between his parents he was struck unconscious by his father. He woke up several hours later on the floor of an empty room, and after a moment, hastened to his own chambers, unable to endure that murderous silence that made the air thick and cold. And with the birth of Eärendil, things only exacerbated.
The domestic abuse continued for some time before someone outside the family of three saw the bruises on Linya's shoulders. And who would that someone be other than Ecthelion himself.
Narthas was never able to see Ecthelion's wrath loosed upon Maëglin. All he knew was that he and his mother were ushered into spare living quarters in the houses behind the court of the King, and lived there for several weeks. It was during this uneasy time that Narthas first observed his mother, and saw just how frail she was. She had lost her own mother long before Narthas was born, and her father's duty as Lord of one of the Twelve Noble Houses kept him away much of the time. She sought attention in sad and subtle ways, and Narthas perceived was precisely the reason that she later returned to Maëglin.
During their stay in the courts, being closer to Turgon and Tuor and Idril, they were told of the way of escape that Idril devised for when Gondolin was besieged. Neither of them spoke of it to Maëglin, nor were even granted the chance to do so, as when they returned, he had gone to Anghabar and did not return for a very long time.
There were those who thought that he had gotten lost in his own mine-tunnels, others thought perhaps that he perished. Narthas was uneasy about his absence, as his mother, though for different reasons. The young elf knew that something had gone wrong.
It was months later when Maëglin returned again. Linya was overjoyed to see her husband returned, and was even further euphoric to find that his anger and dark mood were all but left behind in the mountains. It took Maëglin time to gain back the trust of the people, but he won it eventually and became good-tempered again. But there was something about him that Narthas couldn't trust, and he felt betrayed when his mother ran so quickly back into the same arms that had once beaten her to the ground. Despite the fact that Maëglin and Linya's love seemed to have been rekindled, Narthas knew from the way his father avoided being alone with him that he had done something whilst he was away. Why wouldn't he speak of it? Not even Voronwë shared the same suspicion when Narthas told him of his thoughts. The young elf felt alienated from those who did not believe him, and so he sought friendship with one of the only who still doubted Maëglin's integrity: Tuor.
Narthas was amazed to find how wise he was for being one of the mortal race of Men, and thought to himself that none other would have been so perfectly chosen to be the herald of the Vala Ulmo. Theirs was a good, sturdy friendship, and Narthas longed to be among others of the Edain. He learned much from Tuor, and was even told the very same story of creation that he hearkened to on the shore of Belergaer at Vinyamar.
Idril took him aside and told him more of the Secret Way which she had devised, and Narthas listened patiently. He began to connect Maëglin's disappearance with Idril's vision of Gondolin's fall, and it pained him to think of such a greivous future for Turgon's people, be it true or not. He loved his home dearly, and a boiling anger rose in him when he thought of Morgoth's armies destroying all that he held dear.
In the year 511, Narthas was forty years of age. Nost-na-Lothion was passed and the city was preparing for the Gates of Summer; the weather was growing warm again as Anar remained in the sky longer than She does in the winter-time. Narthas loved the celebration because it gave him a chance to sing in the chorus of ancient melodies. His mother had taught him the art of song and music, because it ran in the veins of the people of her father's house, but the skill did not come so easily to the elf, and he actually thought himself a poor singer, despite his fondness of it.
The Sun disappeared over the horizon above the land of the Valar and all the voices of the city fell silent to listen to the gentle rhythm of harpers and flautists floating through the warm night air. Jewels glowed in the trees and silver lamps lit the streets. Narthas did not mingle with his mother, or his father, or Ecthelion for that matter. He stood out with Voronwë and his family at their house, waiting for the dawn. Some time during the night, however, as he leaned against the railing of the balcony, a sweet aroma wandered into his nostrils, and he was lulled into a swoon. He was greeted by a strange dream in which he was approached by a strange, dark, powerful figure that bore the likeness of an Elf, but spoke with a voice of iron and flames. Narthas percieved this character to be an offspring of the Dark Lord, and his name was revealed to be Morithil. Narthas woke, remembering the man calling him the Atanëar, the Prodigy of Men. For the rest of the night Narthas dwelled on the meaning of the reverie in silence.
As all of us know, Gondolin did not see a dawn for Tarnin Austa that year. The first light that peered out over Tumladen came from the north, and such a terrible sight quelled the voices of the people before it left their throats.
Now, while the Lords of the Twelve Noble Houses met in the courts of the King for a hasty council on what course of action the city would take to defend itself against the tide of Morgoth's armies, the hosts of each of these lords prepared for battle.
Narthas never knew that Maëglin (and Salgant as well) voiced that they should keep the women and children inside the city rather than scatter and flee from the battle. Narthas dressed in his own battle-gear as well, as during his childhood, Ecthelion occasionally drew him aside for training to be one of his host of the Fountain, rather than become one of the house of the Mole. And so that's what Narthas did.
The battle of Tumladen was long, horrible, and tiresome. They fought the fiery tides of orcs and Balrogs and Morgoth's machines of war under a sky darkened with smoke and shadow. Narthas did not see his grandfather die with Gothmog in the Fountain of the King, but he was fortunate enough to see Maëglin smite the hillside thrice ere he rested on the ground from where Tuor had thrown him from one of the high walls. It was during that moment of sheer anger, anguish, astonishment, happiness, and most of all surprise, did a misshapen orc lunge at him and tear into his side with a rusted scimitar, whose scar would remain with him for the duration of his life.
Narthas escaped from the sacked city with Tuor, Idril, Eärendil, and the chosen few who were loyal to them. The young elf carried his wounded mother through the Secret Way, but Linya only lasted for five days while on the road to the mouths of Sirion where Gondolin's refugees planned to dwell in uncertainty. The last thing Narthas' mother said before she died was an apology for bringing him into the world. She passed on quiety, and Narthas wept while he and Voronwë buried her on the wayside, hoping that she would not meet Maëglin in the Halls of Mandos.
It was only a week later did Narthas resolve to leave the company of refugees led by Tuor and his son; he saw that there was nothing for him there but memories of pain and bloodhsed. He was thoroughly sick of the Eldar, and wanted to see more of Tuor's kind... he longed to live among Men.
Narthas first sought the people of Haleth in the forest of Brethil, but when he found them he did not understand their tongue, and they did not bear Tuor's golden hair and tall stature. So he sent off again in search of those of the House of Hador and found them settled in Dor-lómin. He was welcomed by those people and long did he dwell with them until he was sure that that those elves which he knew had forgotten him. His mood gradually lightened during his stay with Tuor's kin, but Narthas became enraptured with a deep desire for revenge when word spread that the Valar were coming ot Middle-earth with a host of the Noldor to wage war against Morgoth. Before the many battles that would come, he renamed himself Randomië so that any elf that might know Narthas would never find him. Only a wanderer of the twilight.
The war raged on for what seemed like an eternity, and Narthas the Randomië fought only with those of the House of Hador. He didn't get close to Angband, but fought long and hard in the waste of Anfauglith alongside the mighty host of Valinor. The skies thundered and the ground shook; mountains were raised and leveled, and when Angband was sacked and Morgoth finally sentenced to eternity in the void with Eärendil as his guard, all of the residents of Beleriand had to migrate eastward when Belegaer swallowed up the broken land all the way to Ossiriand. And then they sighed and rejoiced, and the Second Age of the World had begun.
Narthas was 113 years at the beginning of the Second Age of the world. He was thoroughly sick of war and detested all that it brought: destruction and chaos, pain and anguish. His heart was still stung by the loss of his mother and of his city... his stomach reeled when he thought how everything that he knew, Beleriand, was far beneath the waves of the sea. Impassable mountains, cities, even the bodies of the slain lay at the bottom of the unknown depths.