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I decided I'd had enough with trying to remember where everyone is... So here they shall be.

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name: Talla
sex: female
race: born human, but was turned werewolf (see back-story)
position: traveler
age: at best guess, somewhere between 19 and 29. it isn't something she thinks about any longer.

Appearance: Looks to be nothing more then a commoner except in a few details that one might pick out. Shoulder length black hair; gray-brown eyes; very slightly pointed ears; nearly normal canine teeth (just longer then most). About five foot nine and well built. There is not much that one would really remember about her if they saw her in passing, to most she simply blends into the background. Doesn't looks very young but does not at all aper very old.

Just before and after a full moon, her black hair shows slightly grayer streaks and her eyes take on a wild gleam that she has little control over. The nights of a full moon, one would (if they ever caught sight of her) see a larger then normal wolf. Black-gray coat and silver-brown eyes but it's the hauntingly different howl and actions that mark the wolf as not being just another forest creature.

Dress: Men’s pants; loosely fitted shirts; a long green sash; half-calf boots of a darkened leather. Mostly staying in dark colors, blacks, browns and grays mainly but also some greens. A string of small silver beads has been stitched along the outside of the collar on her favorite shirts, placed so they don’t touch her skin but almost could.

Personality: Quiet at times; edgy around some people; knows what kindness is but never expects to see it; loner, but not necessarily by choice; prefers to stay cool minded, especially when things get tough.

In changed form, the human part of her mind is forced aside by the wolf. Only about as much aware of her actions as one would be after waking from a dream. Still weaker then the werewolf, the human blood is true to her and can, at times, hold some of the woman's recognition of others and be able to let her think as something besides the beast. Think of her as a pet, and you're dead wrong. But see what hides behind her eyes and you may yet find something worth reaching for.

Likes: Meat; good red wine or ale; being outside; fresh air and clean clothes; good company that knows when to leave her alone; fingering the strand of beads at her neckline as the touch of silver on her skin has a rather electric like effect on her.

Dislikes: Crowded rooms; loud people and places; being seen during a full moon; whiners; chains...

Skills/Abilities: She has taught herself how to sing, only really knowing songs that she has come up with and bits from a few of the places she has been. Skilled in fighting, she would still rather stay out of one if it can be helped. Not exactly gifted but knows a enough about healing as she mostly will not, and at times can not, seek help from others.

Items: Shoulder bag; a few pieces of dried meat; a loaf and a half of slightly stale bread; packs of herbs, both for food and medicinal purposes; a small pack of rags; lock-picks... It's not a big pack, but there's a fine bit that can be put in it.

Weapons: A set of daggers when not teeth and claws.

Loyalties: Hard earned and not taken lightly.

Back-story: Talla has been wandering around the woods for some time now. The latest full moon having brought her deeper into the land then had been planed; she’s almost glad she has no set path to follow as she is far from where she had been.

Many things have happened in her hard life, but she has managed to stay out of most things that would have been heard about. She can fight and will if needed, however she knows that some might see what she is if she were to get involved in a confrontation. A werewolf is not something most want around, even she doesn't like what she is. This is part of why she can be found playing, almost fondly at times, with a coin, the string of beads or other bits of silver. Too much silver (a well placed dagger, chains clasped against her skin or powder mixed in a drink being some more or less random examples) can cause her pain. Much more or for a longer amount of time, and it could slowly kill her. Able to sense when it's close, she can either obtain it or avoid it as needed and may have been the reason for more then a few things of value to have gone missing.

Born to two commoners, a little farm on the edge of a wood had been her home of sixteen years. There had been stories of things going missing but she had a strong will even then and refused to believe the warnings as she loved to play among the trees.

The scars that the wolf had left her with have never vanished. Slightly sunken patches of lighter colored shin show where the creatures fangs sunk into her upper arm. Wanting to forget, the memories were stuffed down deeply and locked away as her eyes turned and she never looked back to what had been.

The years since she was attacked have changed her appearance little but for the shadows of a hard life that can close across her face. Always having been taken for being older then was true, now the years are more fitting to the tired but alert eyes and light lines that trace along her forehead. Now to see her, she would seem a woman of a graceful thirty instead of the twenty something she may be.

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It seems that her story has raised a few questions. Really, there is a time that things are better let alone for later. If it's important, you will find out a little more as you get to know her.

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Name: Kirra
Race: Mostly human
Age: late teens early twenties (she doesn't really know or care)
Place of birth: In a wagon

Looks: Dark brown hair with a sort of reddish tone in some lights; hangs to about her mid back in easily tangled waves; usually tied back. Dark green eyes. Not heavily built but not really skinny. Wears brown leggings under a rag patched skirt that only goes just past her knees; time softened leather boots and a comfortable green top. Uses a long, wide scrap of cloth as a sash tied around her waist; a wrap around her shoulders both to block out the sun or keep warm; is also used as a head wrap that can hide her face and can be folded around almost anything to make a pack. It's just a bit of cloth but she can do quite a lot with it.

What she might be like: Well... how would you know unless you get to know? hm?

Cus some like to have an idea: Born on the road; long time traveler; now lives in and around the Shire but is still no less a wanderer. Lost both parents before she was 16. A hard winter claimed her mother when Kirra was still just a girl; her father died dew to injuries after a hunt gone wrong.

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Name: AraCelebEarwen

Race: Elf/Female *-mostly Sea Elf, part... something else...-*

Age: Old enough to have fun, young enough to know better

Place of Birth: Having been an outcast for so long, she knows not where she was born, but there are few places she has not visited or seen from afar.

Appearance: Tall and slender (as any Elf should be) with fair though slightly tanned skin, a silent step and deep blue eyes. She lets her long, dark brown hair fall down her back and over her shoulder, blending with a soft, chocolate colored cape. Her favorite dress is made of an ocean blue fabric with small, hand embroidered silver trim. She always wears a gold chain necklace. Hanging from it is a green, cats eye marble. It seems to mean something to her, for every now and then she can be seen carefully playing with it when thinking or letting her mind wander. When talking she sometimes slips into using what little elvish she knows mixed with the common tongue.

Personality: wary, careful when speaking, inventive, secretive, creative. Loves to listen to things around her. Has few friends for she will never stay in one spot until she finds somewhere she is safe and happy. Likes helping others. Would never betray a friend...

History: As a young girl, her father let her wander the hills and forests of his land. Her mother, having lived by the sea all her long life, taught her to love the water, the smell of the air and the way of life of the Sea Elves.
As she grew older she found that she had an odd ability. When telling her father he had raised his eyebrows and smile slightly but stay silent. Her mother, when told, acted as though she had been betrayed.
Many things happened then, only leaving Ara lost and confused, for she had been cast out of the land she loved. From then on she has traveled far and wide, tried to learn how to use and control the ability she was gifted (or cursed) with and has seen many years pass by.

Weapons: if she has any weapons, you would never know until it was to late. Though disgusted of the sight of blood, she is not afraid to defend others or herself.

Abilities: That is yet a secret (Might have come up once somewhere but who's keeping track, right? ;) )... Likes to sing and play music.

Extra something for little reason: More recently she has become rather good at watching over and caring for The Fat Balrog Inn and loves to curl up in the couch by the grate hearth when she gets some down time. Thought she still loves to get out for adventures, she's finding that it's hard to stay away too long as she's grown quite attached to almost everything about the place and has come to enjoy being around some of the most common guests.

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More shall come here, saving both posting room :rolleyes: and something else that I can't seem to think of at the moment... *slips off to hunt down the others*

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Name: KhelekMeoi
Race: Dunedain/Elf -Female
Age: unknown
Place of Birth: unknown

Appearance: Lightly wavy red-brown hair that sets off blue-green eyes. Slightly more then six feet tall. Skin that, if not for having spent so much time in the sun, would look rather white. There is a thine scare that runs from beside her eye down onto her cheek. When traveling, she wears simple clothes and a dark, hooded cape.

Items: A mithriel panpipe that could have once belonged to someone higher born by the richness of it. Hanging around her neck is a small, silver necklace with a pendent that, under close inspection, has a feline like eye carved into it. For any and all other random items, she carries a leather pack slung over one shoulder.

Weapons: Hidden in the folds of her cape is a slightly curved elvish long sword and dagger. On her back is a bow and quiver mainly used for hunting. Anything else is well hidden and used quickly when needed.

Personality: Secretive, likes to listen to others, a friend to those she deems worthy, sarcastic at times, enjoys playing music and being outside. Some might think her proud or even odd, but if allowed to get to know who she is they learn that though she may be different in some things, mostly it's not anything that one can't learn to expect or except if even grudgingly. She has a sense of humor and can smile in most situations, even battle when she knows that what comes next, is going to be their last.

History: She has been a wanderer for as long as she can remember. Traveling, fighting and seeing new places is what she has come to love, along with playing her panpipe when camping or resting along the road.
She was born with the ability to shape change into a certain animal, and will do so to get out of tight spots or, at times, for her own enjoyment.

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((I must like cat people... oh. I know what happened! I started here (khelek was my first shape-changer in one of my very first tries at RPing) and the idea filled in and changed a little from her to Olheri. hm. Well, it was my own idea to make a race of their sort. =^.^= Maybe I did and didn't even think about it. :rolleyes: :) ))

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((and this I think this is the first time Olheir showed up in a profile. Will have to see if I changed it anywhere...))

Name: Olheri - mostly elf (Meoigwaith as it comes to be learned later)
Age: young, for what she is

A woman on a mission, Olheri is a beautifully young (though not full blooded) elf. She set herself a quest and refuses to give up, knowing that if she did, she could not go home.

Beautiful, deep blue eyes (though she can change them to green at times). Long, almost black-brown hair. A dark green dress and a cape that blends into the shadows. Graceful, almost flirty at times, she likes to talk and enjoys a good glass of wine or cup of ale. A rainbow of emotions grace her fair face. A wonderful or teasing smile can change in an instant. Her eyes hold a spark of light that will shine at times or vanish into a darkness that pulls on one's gaze. Beauty, danger, life and pain give a depth to her.

Her past is as shadowed as the stories that are slowly being forgotten. Her age is not known other then the fact that to her mother's people, she is not much more then a child. Had one brother very much like her that went missing one night and she's found little sign of him since.

Any and all other available info must be found in other places, as she is a wanderer and a mystery.

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Name: Aralindo

Age: Unknown except the she is younger then her cousin, Tirivel.

Race: Elf

Place of birth: Imladris

Appearance: A well shaped face is wreathed by long, straight, dark brown hair that is kept loose except for two small braids that run from ether side of her head to a single braid in back. Deep blue/gray eyes are the windows through which her emotions show first, sparkling, flashing and at times as cold as ice. Though now they hold an empty look, her white face showing the lack of rest. The tall, thin form is nothing unusual from that of her kind. Her clothes are simple, not much more then a brown dress, a dark green sash tied around her waist and simple traveler's shoes most of the time. She also has a dark cape that when the hood is pulled up, it becomes almost impossible to see her. There is a cut on her left for-arm from an orc's dagger, she tries to keep it hidden under the long sleeve of her soft dress.

Weapons/items: Her only real weapons are a thin though strong knife and a long, slightly curved sword. A small silver flute is tucked into the sash so as not to be in her way, yet always at the ready. Attached to it is a silver chain that is worn around her neck, long enough to allow the flute to be placed safely away.

Personality: A young maiden, student and good friend. Slightly inattentive, protective, caring, and suspicious among other things, she is faithful to her friends and people. At times having an odd sense of humor, she will let her eyes sparkle but will say nothing. She is not yet a well experienced traveler and has much to learn, leading her to ask questions that she perhaps should know the answers to by now. More recently though, she has been silent, no words or song has parted her lips. Aralindo's heart was broken as she watched helplessly as her good friend, Maanafea, was killed at the hands of a band of orcs.

Abilities: Though unafraid to fight, this is not her strong point. She posses the ability to go unnoticed when needed, in that she can make others think that she looks like someone else. An illusion that is simple enough to keep up in the presence of the unwary or inattentive. Mostly this can be accomplished by hiding her from in simple clothes, speaking with a different voice if she must speak at all and moving with a slightly clumsy or almost bent appearance to hide her hight and natural grace. She has a gift for music as well. Her flute and, at times her voice, can lighten almost any mood and offer hope to the weary.

History: She was set to learn from Tirivel how to travel, fight and all other things that one must know in order to stay alive as a wanderer and messenger. Having set out with Tirivel on a mission, she had become separated from her in an attack along the road. She then stumbled back towards Imaldris, listening and watching for news of her cousin, trying to remember her lessons and stay alive.

Upon returning to her home, she was able to rest and heal both her body and heart. Though she has promised herself to not give in to the wanderlust that touches her at times, more often then not if she's missing it's because she's gone to walk in the woods; being gone for days at time though without leaving the forest she grew up in. Looking out over the land on her own, she finds that she is frightened of what could be out there, remembering still what happened to those she had traveled with.

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Name: Estelmeoi

Race: Elf - female

Age: young, yet not

Appearance: Jet black hair that floats in the breeze when not tied back tightly. Her stormy blue eyes can be soft and loving, or cold and full of hate or anger. They are the fastest way to tell how she feels, fading from one emoting to the next in on more then a moment. She is most comfortable in a simple shirt that she can stitch on or remove the sleeves with the changing wether. And brown ridders trousers that came from a soldier not far from her own size. When she wears anything on her feet it's ether a pair of soft, elven ridding boots or small, blue slippers to better fit her only dress. It was a gift from her mother, made of a fine blue silk with delicate bead work that sparkles in the light of the moon or candles. Very rarely has she worn this though, and when she dose it's only because simple clothes won't do. The only jewelry she has is a mithril chain necklace with a small pendent hanging close to her heart. To look closely one would see small inscriptions around it's edges and a tiny green stone in it's center.

Personality: Graceful in all her movements, be it dancing silently under the stars or dodging and striking at the enemy in battle. One must be worthy of it to gain any of her trust. She is cautious, strong, slightly inpatient and somehow caring. It's hard for her to not help someone in need, even if it might mean risking personal injury. At times strong willed, though never afraid to follow, she may prove to be a good traveling companion.

Abilities: She takes on the form of a black cat with large, piercing green eyes, that seem to look into ones soul. She has the lives of a cat though she has used one or two by now. Only when in dire need she can pass one of her lives to someone else. This is something she has only recently learned how to do or she would have tried to bring her family back. The first time she found that she could come back, she had tried to fight off a thief that had caught her off guard. His dagger pierced her broken heart and he left her for dead. How long it had been she never knew, but she remembers the pain and opening her eyes to the the full moon, trying to think what had happened.

History: The daughter of a warrior, she was raised knowing how to fight and travel. Her past is haunted by the death of her family. They had made camp one night when the attack came. The only reason she survived was that she had snuck off to wander the woods and practice her abilities. After finding the crushed helmet of her father, she ran from what could never be undone. After a time of wandering lost as she sank into grief, her path crossed with that of someone who helped her and showed her kindness.

It was by way of his being killed in a fight that she came to learn what she could do. Half numb in grief at the loss of her friend, she had cared for and wrapped his wounds and then lie beside his body, one hand pressed to the bloodied rag on his stilled chest. She awoke the next morning feeling dizzy and in disbelief as she saw that, though they were weak, calm breaths had come back to him and he seemed to be only in a deep sleep.

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Name: Lenora
Age: Looks to be in her twenties
Race: Half-blood
'Rank': Wanderer/Thief

Appearance: Her looks came from her mother and her height from her father. Standing at just under six feet, she possesses a strong, thin build. When not tied back in a tight braid, her long brown hair falls in soft waves to about her waste and sparks of color glisten along it’s full length when touched by sunlight. Deep brown eyes are speckled with gold; a strong gaze, it can be hard to pull away when she wants to keep your attention. Fair skinned and lightly tanned; she has only one visible scar and that is across her lower right arm.

Dress/clothes: One simply can’t run well in a skirt, this is why she prefers a pair of soft trousers with a long blue sash tied at her waist. A slightly lose, sleeveless top is warn under a large long sleeved shirt. Soft leather boots, a shoulder pack and a small, teardrop shaped charm kept on a silver chain around her neck (nothing fancy about it, it’s just a trinket) finish off her normal outfit.

Personality: A sweet face but a hardened heart, she may have a since of humor and a quick smile but her eyes have held a cold shadow since a good man was killed because of something she did. Lenora only talks when she feels like it and can take her time to chose her words. Though cunning, she has made mistakes before, leading her to be cautious and even edgy at times, though she has many ways of acting and reacting. Finding it hard to forgive or forget, anger and even a longing for vengeance push her to think she can do things that may or may be be possible. Fierce in a fight and swift of foot, she has always been good at staying just out of sight and salving things for herself. Short tempered and only afraid of being seen as weak, she tries to lock away any pain and lean on her skill of acting.

Weapons: Like any good thief and wanderer, she always has a knife or dagger when she needs it. One is kept in her boot and one tucked into the sash at her waist, but others have been known to show up when least expected. Also at her side is a sword that was obtained from a unfortunate footman. (a drunk with a faster tongue then blade) She can use a bow or cross bow as well, but what she had was taken by her gang.

History: The child of a she elf and a human, Lenora spent many years in the land of her mother’s people. Time passed and the thirst for adventure grew stronger, finally bringing her to argue and fight with everything that she had been told. It had been hidden from her that she was not full elf and that is what pushed her at last to lose any trust she had had left in elves. Leaving everything behind her, Lenora found her way into the world and soon learned that making her own way would not be as easy as she had first thought.

Toughening and hungry, she started to pull together a small gang of thieves and other wanderers, including one man who became more to her then just another member of her band. Things had run smoothly for some time, their pockets never too light and hunger was only short lived. It wasn’t all going well though. Having placed herself as leader, Lenora was the one to keep what peace there was and divide up any goods that had been brought in. This last was something she rather enjoyed; the coins and trinkets had a tempting appeal. Counting out the shares, she would, at times, carefully slip a coin or other trinket from view. As she did not want to be cough, this soon led to raised tempers and fights, one of which left her with the scar on her lower arm. But it wasn’t tell after a rather good hall that things went very wrong.

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Name: Narissa

Age: Looks young, isn't.

Race: Possibly a daughter of the Ainur.

Appearance: Lightly curving silvery gold hair falls just past the middle of a trim back. Misty blue eyes, lightly ringed in a dark, almost navy blue are enchantingly different. Almost frightening or chilling to look into, though they seem to be able to look into almost anyone's mind and heart, this is not really something she can do. It only serves to disarm or dissuade the one caught in them. Stands just under five feet tall and has a light, natural grace about her.

Is most commonly dressed in whatever fits well enough; simple tops and either too large for her men's pants or a skirt that she's made from bits of other things. Patched in places and still tattered in others, they look to have been through a shipwreck and have taken on a musty, fishy smell. She rarely wears shoes and would have toughened and scared feet to show for it if not for their being kept soft by walking on the sand, moss and grass of the islands.

Looking to be only a girl of about twelve or so, there is however something about her that whispers of agelessness. Maybe it's in her eyes or in the way she falls completely silent as she looks out into nothing for any length of time.

Personality things: Very quiet around humans, it has even been thought that she can't talk. But they would be proven wrong to think she has no voice if even a few notes of her song somehow found their ears. Waiting for the moon to rise, she has spent countless nights singing under the starry half light.

Usually of an quite childish nature, Narissa likes to play games; often by her own rules. Though she is easily entertained, one should be carefully not to anger her. Curious, somewhat forgetful, only a little cautious and a stranger to nearly all of the human world and their ways.

Weapons: Owns nothing besides the little dagger that hangs from a bit of rope tied around her waist and has never had to use it for fighting.

A few things that may be of interest to some: Seeming to have been born of the sea foam that bands the shore, Narissa can only go so long or so far without water before she starts to feel weak (this have never come up though because of where she lives). A very gifted swimmer, she can slip under the surface of even a small stream and vanish quickly from view. Holding her breath takes little effort but she must still come put for air from time to time if not completely relaxed.

Time being almost meaningless to her, she doesn't give any though what-so-ever to how long the little patch of islands have been her home. Favoring the most central of the clustered scraps of land; its trees, thick underbrush and small wildlife; it's there that she plays most often.

Spilling from the partially covered opening of a hill side cave, the mouth of a cool, fresh spring flows constantly from beneath the moss softened rock that's her sleeping place. Wether the stream was there before she first picked that place or not has been forgotten and matters little anymore.

Cooled by the soft mists that rise in the heat of the day, the quietness and untouched beauty of the largest island has seen its share of shipwrecks. Stranded sailors and lost wanderers leaving the sound of their words along with what was left of their belongings with the strange child that watched them with curious observance. Narissa didn't know why they all eventually grew silent. Usually coming one or maybe two or more at a time, they all walked in circles most of the days and sat like stones over little fires during the nights. Some had even tried to start asking the girl where she had come from and attempted to teach her things before they would all, just as any of the others, 'fall asleep' and be taken away by the tide. They had come from the ocean and it would always take them back, leaving her once again on her own.

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Name: Kiana
Age: She stopped counting after about 17.
Race: Human

Appearance &: Forest brown eyes (mostly browns, but mixed with greens), 5'6" from moccasined feet to the top of a black haired head.

As someone who likes to explore the places she finds herself in and has little worry about what others may think of her and her way of life, she could almost be seen as a sort of Indian; that being in her coloring and love of nature. Except that her skin is lighter in tone -more a very light tan then a rich bronze- her mid back length black hair and dark eyes could easily have been born from a forest setting.

Simple lower calf and just above ankle length skirts are her favorite everyday wear, along with a plain linen shirt that she lets hang over the top of her skirt. A bead-worked leather belt knotted around her waist and a set of silver bracelets -one on each wrist- are her only jewelry.

When heading out for more then just an easy walk, skirts are traded for a pair of slight loose buckskin leggings. Sometimes she pulls her hair back in a ponytail, tieing it up with a strip of cloth; or takes the extra skillfully used moments to braid it tightly.

An easier way of life has given her, not a heavy build, but a heathy one. She spends a good amount of time on her feet and tries to stay away from too many sweets, even though she dearly loves them.

She's never one to be very outwardly picky; though she does tend dodge away from things and people she doesn't much care to be around.

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Though normally I can't find pictures that at all fit what I have in mind, sometimes they come up in the craziest places and I simply must snatch them up and use them.

So if anyone takes note, I may be adding bits to some of these as time goes.