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The Player.
Your Nick Name: Ice
Your Age: doesn't wish to disclose.
How Did You Find Lost Fellowship?: google search with various keywords for a lotr forum/rp
Previous Roles: none here,have RPed on 4 sites, 1 warriors, 3 variants of mutated wolves.
Contact Email: doesn't wish to disclose, just PM me.
The Basics.
Character's Full Name: Arohtar
Nicknames, pseudo names: Arohtar, harnalfirin ( scar-immortal), Arohtar im harna (Arohtar the Wounded) Arohtar im Amrod (Arohtar the Wanderer)
Age in Years && Year of Birth: 2851 Third Age, 167
Allegiance: against forces of Morgoth, to himself, and to his homes and race.
Race: elven, but small part human
Place of Origin: Mirkwood
Employment: self employed, killing orcs
The Appearance.
Eye Color: green with brown blazes coming from center, shift colors in light.
Hair Color: silver
Height && Weight: 6' 6", 100 lbs.
General Description:
Arohtar is tall, even for an elf, and extremely light. He is thin, but powerful. He does have some muscle, but he isn't especially strong. His body is tense, always ready for an attack. However, Arohtar is fair and graceful as are all of the Elven, but his face is almost always set in a grim expression. His eyes shift colors in different lighting, often frightening Men. His silver hair is tied in thee braids, much like (PJ movie) Legolas's hair. However, he also has been known to wear it loose. Sometimes he has pain in his shoulder, a battle wound without a scar, and is blind in his right eye, although few but a trained eye can tell. He has switched from twin knives to a sword because of this, which he wears across his back, along with his quiver. However, he is not as skilled with the sword as he was with knives. He occasionally wears mithril chain mail, but he does not enjoy it, he loves to be free to move and run. He enjoys a endurance and speed which few Elves possess. He also has superb senses, including hearing and sight. Arohtar is restless, and cannot stay in one place for long. He also dislikes enclosed places, and becomes extra restless in them.
Arohtar wears gray-green pants and tunic, along with a cloak of Lothlorien and gray boots. The tunic has silver embroidery of the mallorn leaf on it. Upon his arms are leather gauntlets, as to protect Proxy-Connection: keep-alive
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s arms from the bow. He also possesses a brown quiver, filled with green and silver fletched arrows. His longbow is black, and carved with a gold swirly leaf design, as is his quiver. He rarely travels without his horse, Daenar. Daenar is a raven colored stallion, but his hair has a reddish hue to it. Arohtar almost always rides with neither saddle nor bridle, and rides well.
The Personality.
Likes && Dislikes:
Likes:
fighting
riding
Daenar
archery
traveling
Mirkwood
Lothlorien
sword fighting
Dislikes:
orcs
his wounds
Mordor
his nicknames, but he kinda likes the Wanderer
staying in one place for too long
running
too many people
enclosed spaces
Interests && Hobbies:
fighting
traveling
archery
riding
sword fighting
running
Strengths:
Archery
Riding
double knife fighting (decreasing, esp. as he uses the sword.)
fighting
Sword fighting
running
disguising his emotions
Weaknesses:
shoulder wound causes him pain, and ruins his aim
blind in right eye
angers too easily
impulsive
Regrets his life at times, esp. when his shoulder was wounded/ still hurts.
Secrets: he keeps secret his blind eye and shoulder, so only those close to him, a couple healers, and some Elves know about it, as well as some Men.
Overall Personality:If you were to sum up his personality into one word, it'd be loner. Arohtar is quiet, secretive, and doesn't enjoy enclosed or crowded spaces; which rules out most places to meet friends. He will only occasionally leave men to their fate, as he feels some loyalty towards them. Arohtar is honest, and will often glance away, ignore the words, change the subject, or become angry then lie. Also, he is almost always polite. However, Arohtar is a bit impulsive, stubborn, and angers easily. A suggestion, such as cutting down on fighting to avoid shoulder pain, will often cause him to explode or storm away. This said, he regrets his decisions later, and will most likely apologize for his actions. After all, he does have morals. Arohtar is fiercely loyal to the few who gain his trust and respect. The combination of these traits, along with his restlessness/ traveling has caused him to lose most of the friends he would have had. Unfortunately most of this was caused by his unrealized decision to be immortal, and his injuries. Some of the elder Elves hope some of the undesirable traits will fade as he ages.
The Background.
Parents && Siblings: father: Randir (part human)
mother: Aesuithiel
Character History: Arohtar was brought up between Mirkwood and Lorien, traveling between the two with his parents. He was never told that he was part human, until after he had made the decision. Both his parents were immortal, and so he always believed he was as well. So when he was asked if he wished to be immortal at the age of 100, he responded with "I always have been, and I always will be." He didn't understand the magnitude of the decision he was making, and regretted it later. When he was wounded later that year, he wished he had chosen to be mortal, and thus not live with the pain, and instead die. But as he healed, he began to enjoy being immortal, and only now thinks about his decision when his shoulder is causing him pain. The battle cost his father his life, and his mother died of grief soon after, as she did not want to watch her son die as well.
Now what happened was that Randir, Arohtar, and a few other Elves went hunting a band of orcs that were crossing the borders, Arohtar's first. Arohtar did splendidly, but the orcs retreated, and the Elves followed. The orcs then ambushed them, and Arohtar was wounded, and his knives shattered. He fell to the ground, as if dying or dead, and the orcs left him alone. The Elves retreated, and brought the fallen with them, his father gravely wounded as well. Randir died on the race back to the halls of Thranduil.
The Finale.
Something Unique: he is forever wounded in his shoulder, blind in one eye, and left handed.
Role Playing Sample:
A pair of pale Elven blades flashed in the dusk air, slashing the unlucky orc's chest wide open. It fell to the ground at the attacker's feet. The elf that wielded the blades paid the body no heed, instead turning swiftly and killing another one of the savage race in a streak of silver and emerald. A crude call sounded from one of the orcs nearby, but he too was silenced by the twin blades. Around the elf, the orcs began to retreat. The other elves emerged from where they had been fighting, and called to their steeds. A group of horses appeared from behind clumps of trees, where they had been obediently waiting for their master's call. One of the horses stood out; a black and red tinted stallion among whites and grays. He answered to his name; Daenar. The emerald and silver clad elf mounted Daenar, and turned to a elf wielding a broadsword who called to him.
"Arohtar! You did well."
"Thank you father."
A shout in elvish disrupted the conversation. The order was to follow the orcs and to let none survive. The pair turned their mounts and raced toward the fleeing band.
The hunting party pressed on, closing the gap between them and the orcs. But to Arohtar's keen sight, they were no longer seen. Now he was in the lead of the company; he leaned forward and murmured a word into Daenar's ear. "Daur." The steec responded to the command instantly, slowing and stopping in three strides. The rest of the warriors did likewise. Arohtar's heart lifted at the silent praise of the party; their attention to he young elf. His joy was cut short as his keen senses told him something was wrong. "Ambush!" he cried, drawing his knives and jumping lightly from Daenar's back; feeling at ease in the kingdom of Thranduil once more. He had just arrived the day before on one of his regular journeys to Lothlorien. Today Daenar wore a saddle, and Arohtar left his bow here The party of elves was surrounded, and still heavily outnumbered. Arohtar's now blood stained blades once more found their mark, swiftly dodging the crude weapon and dispatching the orc.
The battle continued; Arohtar killing several more orcs. The elves were still outnumbered, but there were many orc corpses lying among the trees and undergrowth of Mirkwood. After a series of violent parries, Arohtar slit another orc's throat, and spun to face an orc trying to sneak up behind him. His eyes shifted almost constantly in the fading light; now blue, now onyx. Blade met blade with resounding force. The pair disengaged, then met once more. Randir, called for the elves to retreat; and in that moment he was stabbed in the chest. Arohtar had glanced towards his father; and his mouth opened in silent horror. While Arohtar's attention was elsewhere, the orc's blade hit home, driving deep into Arohtar's shoulder. Arohtar noiselessly gasped, and sank to his knees. Blood flowed from his shoulder, coming through his tunic, and staining the leaves below scarlet. Hitting once the orc's blade with one of his knives in a desperate bid to save his life. It was enough to shatter the blade; whether it was his strength or if he had just hit a weak spot Arohtar never knew. The weapon shattered, along with Arohtar's knives. The pieces flew everywhere, some hitting the orc, some Arohtar. The orc stumbled back, howling. The elf was hit in his right eye. Arohtar could no longer see out of the eye, but he figured that the healers could heal him.
'What have I done to deserve this' Arohtar wondered dolefully. In one final stand against the force of orcs, Arohtar weakly called Daenar from where he had concealed himself. Gritting his teeth, Arohtar struggled to sand; and made it to one knee, and then tried to push himself up farther, to the stirrup, to Daenar's back; to call to the elves fighting out of the ambush towards safety. He never made it. As he tried to use his left arm to pull himself up, but the pain it created rendered his arm useless. He fell onto his back, and lay there, in a pool of blood, surrounded by fragments of the shattered weapons, and orc corpses. His life was in the hands of the hunting party.
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