Heren Istarion: RPG Charactor Profiles

[Galdor]

EDIT: Due to some problems we are having with our profiles I will not be excepting anymore until further notice.

This thread is to be used only to post profiles. All HI members will be requirered to post a profile. Before posting a profile it must be sent to me via PM so I can look it over and decide if it is ready to be posted. If I decide your profile needs more work then you will have one more chance to make your profile fit HI requirerments. If the second profile you send to me still doesn't meet HI requirerments then you must join the RPG profile training thread where I will give step by step instructions on how to make a good profile. The HI has very high standerds for profiles, so if you are required to go through the profile training, don't feel bad.

The requirerments for an HI profile are as follows:
1. You must have all of the following catigories filled out: Name, Race/Creature, Gender, Age, Birthplace, Family, Home, Language, Occupation, Animal, Magic, Abilities, Weapons, Items, Appearance, Personality, and History, plus any other catigories you want to add.
2. If a catigory does not apply to your charactor, i.e. if your charactor has no magic then under "Magic" write "None."
3. Putting "unknown" under a catigory will not be exsepted.
4. You must have at least one paragragh about your charactos history.
5. Each catigory name must be in bold, this makes your profile easyer to read.
6. It must be well written with good grammar and spelling. If you aren't good at either of these (like I am) then write your profile on Microsoft Word or something like that to check your grammar and spelling.
7. The over all length of you profile must be at least 2,500 characters.

REMEMBER! Once you have finished your profile you must send it to me via PM. If you post your profile before I have given you permission to do so then you will be ask to remove it, and if you don't, a Mod will delete it.

If you have any questions feel free to PM me.

Here is my profile, it will serve as a model for what your profile should look like. Mine is not completly done so exspect some minor things to be added and changed.

Name: Canalëo the Peredhil
Creature: ½ Elf ½ Man
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthplace: Ithilien
Family: His fathers name is Ganemir, who is a high official of the Steward of Gondor. And his mothers name is Lómëloxë. She was one of the maidens of Galadriel, but come to Ithilien when Legolas started an Elvish city there.
Home: Minas Arnor, but he currently resides at the Heren Istarion officer barracks in Arnor
Occupation: Assassin, Government Counsel Member, and Trainer in the Heren Istarion
Animal: A beautiful black mare named Vanyalëo. She is very swift and can see amazingly well at night. Her black hair is the shade of night, and is very hard to see at night.
Magic: No
Abilities: He can blend in with almost any surroundings. At night even the sharpest eyes will have a hard time seeing him if he wishes to remain unseen. He has amazing acrobatic skills, and also can pick almost any lock. He can be very quiet when he wants to and can sneak into even the most heavily guarded places unseen.
Weapons: Two long daggers, two sai knives, a small bow, and a large number of throwing knives hidden many places around his body.
Items: He always carries a medium sized leather bag on his belt, full of things like lock picks of all sizes, grease for opening rusty doors and bolts, files to cut through steel bars etc. And a beautiful necklace with a even more beautiful gem on it, given to him by his mother, the actual necklace is deep silver, but the diamond shaped gem is black.
Appearance: He is tall for the average Gondorian, he has shoulder length night black hair, and black eyes. He is usually dressed completely in black with galvorn mail, and a black cloak. On his back are his two daggers, and on each side of his belt are his sais. Also on his belt is a small pack of things for stuff like lock picking, grease for rusty bolts, etc. He also will have throwing knives strapped on his arms and legs.
Personality: Good sense of humor, though he is normally quiet and serious. He is always trustworthy, likes to take leadership, is easy going, and almost always keeps his cool. Often he will show no emotion at all, though in most cases he will display some emotion as to better interact with the people around him.
History: He was born in Ithilien, his father was a high official of the Steward of Gondor, and his mother was an Elvish lady who dwelt in the Elven city established by Legolas in Ithilien until she married. Three years after Canalëo was born, he got a little sister. Even while she was still a baby Canalëo took it upon himself the “big brother” rue to a great extent, and while he was still three he had decided that it was his responsibility to protect his little sister from as much as he could. As they grew older they grew only closer, and Canalëo loves his sister more then anything in the world and will do almost anything to protect her. Ever since he was young Canalëo found that he had great skill in blending in with his surroundings and he was always the best “hind and go seek” player when he was a child. He was also very talented in aerobics and could jump higher and farther then any of his friends. His Father, seeing Canalëo’s skill, had him start training in fighting, camouflage and aerobic skills from some of the most skilled Elves and Men in Gondor and Ithilien. As he got better his trainers would often have him go to one of his trainers houses by roof tops and have to sneak passed the guards and get into the trainers very bedroom undetected. For many years he worked very hard and with the help of his trainers he soon became very skilled with knives and daggers, he could enter some of the most heavily guarded buildings in the city undetected, and his aerobic skills had surpassed those of all his trainers. When he was 21 he heard of a warrior turned Scholar named Ingolemo who was beginning to make plans to form a small council called the Heren Istarion to combat the evil that rumored to be growing in the land that once was called Angmar and in other places of Arnor. Canalëo saw it as a perfect opportunity to put his skills to good work, and so when he turned 22 he set out to Arnor to meet with Ingolemo. When he reached Aronor Ingolemo gladly accepted him into the Council along with the other few that had already joined it. He worked with Ingolemo and the others to make the Heren Istarion a reality, and it was soon apparent that besides his fighting, camouflage, aerobics and subterfuge skills he was also a good and responsible leader. So when the Heren Istarion was finally established one year later, Ingolemo chose him to be one of the few people that would make up the Grand Counsel which would preside over the Heren Istarion.

If you don’t know what a sai is, then here is a link to a picture of them. http://www.superiormartialarts.com/images/50165.jpg

[Anamatar IV]

I will have a duo charactership. My character of HI (the one I post the profile of) is Anamatar. but the character that I use in the war rps AND THE LEADER OF HEREN ISTARION IS STILL INGOLEMO.

I am doing this because I feel Anamatar has a much stronger profile and is a stronger character in general.

Name: Anamatar Osterel

Age: 87 (btw-dont make a comment about Anamatar's age in other rps. It wasnt gonna work out)

Language: Speaks elvish and is fluent in the Numenorean tongue.

Race: Man of strong Numenorean blood

Place of Birth: Born by the shores of Dol Amroth

Occupation: Herald to the Prince of Dol Amroth and captain of the armies of Amroth

Abilities: He is an excellent swords man. He is very skilled in words and inspires many. He is also a good (not great) marksman with his bow.

Magic: Magic among mortal men is but a trifle of what a man of direct Edain descant can do. Anamatar possesses long life and tremendous skills in healing. He is very wise and many a mortal man will call that magical. His golden horn, given to him by the prince of Amroth, blasts a note clearer and louder than any and it strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies. His silver bow of Numenor speeds an arrow faster than a Galadrhim can fire. His sword out of ancient Numenor glows white at the sense of true evil-not Orcs and trolls and evil men...but evils out of the ancient times that plagued the Edain. In Numenor they crafted this sword to glow lest those ancient evils come again.

Appearance: Anamatar is tall as average men would deem yet he is short among Numenoreans. His eyes are deep and have an ever changing color. Sometimes blue and grey sometimes green. He has a short goatee. His medium lengthed brown hair is always behind him...he never allows it to be in front. When out in the wild he wairs weather beaten green and brown cloacks and a deep blue velvet scarf. In his home of Dol Amroth he walks with his coat of Mithril mail revealed and shining with a red (also velvet) cape streaming behind him. His cloak when not traveling is dark green.

Animal: None

Items: Carries a golden horn with a silver bell

weapons: Ancient sword of Numenor renaimed Narmacil. He has few knives on his belt. He carries a bow of hollow silver, much like the numenoreans did.

Family: His father was killed in Isildur's company in the disaster of the gladden fields. After that his mother died of grief, leaving Anamatat two weeks old. Anamatar was fostered by the royal family of Amroth.

Anamatar has three sons, all but one of whom have died: Edellond, Fengil, and Istrine. Edellond still lives.
History: As stated earlier Anamatar was fostered by the royal family of Dol Amroth. He was raised as a perfect picture of royalty. When he was but fourteen years old (almost infant in Numenor) he was given his sword and bow. He was also given an artifact that no one had known his father had: a coat of mithril mail that was discovered when they dispoiled the bodies at the battle. How he got that it is not said. Anamatar stood behid prince Imrahil at the battle of the Morannon when Sauron was overthrown for good. He traveled long afterwards. He founded a refuge of Numenoreans who were not ready to come out of hiding in the Iron hills. But soon he became bored and ventured into the South where he met the Mithril Knights. For many years he fought evil with them but he left the Mithril Knights after helping in the overthrow of the Ithrynluin. He then returned to his home in Dol Amroth and recieved a golden horn. He was the herald of the princes of Amroth, the second highest honor in the city. He built a neighborhoos with many docks along the Northern shore and dwelt ever there.

Personality: He keeps to himself in large crowds yet with friends he displays royalty and kindness. When meeting new friends he will not reveal who he was fostered by until he knows more about this new person.

[Goldberry344]

Name: Goldberry (nickname Goldie)

Age: 19

Gender: female

Weapons: long bow, long sword, daggers.

Items: She always wears a necklace of fine mithril chain with a ruby stone on it. it connects her to Tom and protects her from minor evils.

Class: Archer

Magic: She has power exactly like that of Tom Bombadil, however, she does not have control over some of the more powerful beings in the forrest, as her powers have only a fraction of the potency of Tom's. She can negotiate with all trees, and if she is persistant she can persuade even the oldest to move, but it takes a lot of time and control.

Family: Granddaughter of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry. Their son, Amroth, fell in love with a half-elven maiden named Lenora.

Birthplace: At the home of Tom and Goldberry

Home: When Goldberry isn't away, her home is at her grandparents'.

History: Goldberry's parents left her to the care of her grandparents when she was five. Tom taught her how to control her powers, and when she was 11 he sent her to be trained by the rangers. Fighting came as second nature to her, as did riding. when the rangers saw how natural she was, they accepted her as a warrior. At age 15 she completed her training, and her fellow rangers presented her with her horse as a gift. Soon afterwards she headed out looking for adventure and ended up helping her friend Elgee to find the Mirror of Galadrial. After that she heard of Heren Istarion and sought them for further training.

Animal: Goldie's horse is a dark black mare named Midnight Wings, it was a gift to her from her ranger companions when she completed her training

Abilities: Has v. good eyesight, though not as good as that of the elves. Can run for a long time without growing weary. is oddly compatable with horses, most horses obey her after just a day or less of knowing her.

Appearance: Long black hair that hangs wavy to her upper back, usually worn in a braid. she stands 5'4 and isusually wearing her riding clothes: sturdy brown trousers, a worn in white tunic and soft, tan boots. she wears archers arm and finger guards. She is energetic and carasmatic, out going but wary of strangers. she is a loyal friend and defends what she cares about to the death.

Personality: Goldie is very cheerful when she feels that she can trust, even mildly, the person she is interacting with. If she feels that she has even the slightest reason to doubt someone, she is not nearly as open. She is incredibly open and carefree with her friends. but she is ferocious, with out a trace of joviality in her, during battle. Though she grew up with the rangers, she held none of their formal behaviors to heart, and is incredibly casual, unless she need be formal. Her eyes sparkle with laughter on any given day, but she is also quick to anger and holds grudges for a long time.

[Dáin Ironfoot I]

Name: Dain Ironfoot IV

Race: Dwarf

Sex: Male

Age: 154

Birthplace: The Iron Hills

Home: The Temple of Heren Istarion

Family: Son of Dain III, son of Durin VII, son of Thorin III, son of Dain II, son of Nain III, son of Gror, son of Dain I, son of Nain II, son of Oin, son of Gloin, son of Thorin I, son of Thrain I, son of Nain I, son of Durin VI, son of Durin the Deathless. Husband to Kilease Ironfoot, father to Zalek and Kuri.

Appearance: Average Dwarf height of 4'10". Brown-red beard in two forks, brown-red hair, braided in back. Stubby nose similar to most Dwarves but bright blazing brown eyes which some say mirror the fire of Aule's anvil. Wears red copper Dragon Mask, mithril body armor, and black iron gauntlets, boots, and shoulder guards. Gauntlets inscribed with dwarf runes out of ithildin. Kheled-bruk hangs on back and throwing axes in his belt.

Weapon: Kheled-bruk: "Glass [Mirrored] Axe" in Khuzdul. Made of alloy of mithril and steel. Cannot be stained, nearly unbreakable, and mirrors any light upon its surface into an amazing spectacle of colors. 2. Zirik-barak: "Silver axes" in Khuzdul. Throwing axes kept in his sash. 3. A forging hammer ("Felak"), used for crafting, as well as a weapon in close quarters. 4. Chain- used for his inventing, but can be swung overhead as a weapon, also can be fastened with a throwing axe for more damage. Hidden in armor. 5. Small silver dagger ("zirak-zigil") used for picking locks, also used as a small weapon; concealed in his gauntlet

Animal: Mountain Pony, Zaka-kem

Magic: Gifted with the essence of Aule. Dain has limited control over flame and earth.

Personality: Wise for a Dwarf, but sometimes makes hasty decisions. Very aggresive and very stubborn, as are most Dwarves. Quick to make friends but quick to anger, like Dwarves are. His only downfall besides his aggressiveness is his excessive greed. Doesn't fear the Elves and is friends with a few, however, Dain dislikes Orcs and the Men of Mornclaur with a passion.

Item: A small piece of flint and steel in a pouch in his belt and a dragons scale around his neck

Abilities: Resistant to flame, weak against bitter cold. VERY skilled warrior with an axe, but clumsily wields anything else.

Class: MOUNTAIN KING!!!

History: Dain's life is a story of determination, pride, and nobility. After the fall of Erebor to Mornclaur, Dain's mother Dilas, wife of Dain III, fled to the Iron Hills in search of refuge. She was pregnant with Dain (IV) and died in childbirth, never to tell her son whom his real father was or of the noble line he descended from. As a result, he was raised in a small Dwarf town of Khazad-ai-uhm and was treated as the son of the Lord Throrn. Dain was well known for his ability in slaying Dragons, for above the Iron Hills lay a wasteland of what used to be, and a breeding grounds for the surviving Dragons upon Middle Earth. Dain and the small army of Dwarven men and women saved the Dwarf city upon the Iron Hills from Dragons, but failed to do so against the marauding armies of Mornclaur. Gathering what remaining Dwarves he could, he led the refugees into Ered Luin where they set up a small Dwarf city, living in secret and living off of the land. He married his wife Kilease, a fierce and tenacious Dwarf lass, and had two sons: Zalek and Kuri: of each little is known. He has pledged his allegiance to Heren Istarion, and fights valiantly in the name of the West. During the war of Unspeakable Torment, Dain was confronted by Elessar the Grey, the last remaining leader of an order long forgotten. He then emerged with the Ohtar Valaina; and was given the title of Red Wizard of Ohtar Valaina.

[Mablung]

Name: Sarin Skysight

Race: Man

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Birthplace: Minas Tirith

Family: Sone of Garin Skysight and Lady Pealon Skysight (originally Lady Pealon Footfall)

Home: Larok Monastary located along the river Greyflood.

Occupation: Monk

Animal: None

Magic: None

Abilities: He has lightning quick reflexes and is extremely skilled in hand to hand combat.

Weapons: None

Items: A set of utensils and bowls for eating. Around his neck is a simple bronze medallion on a leather strap with the symbol of the Laroks on it. The only other thing he carries of value is small iron bracelet to remind him of his parents.

Appearance: He has close cropped hair and wears naught but simple leather armor. The armor appears dirty from constant use but is still very well maintained and as strong as if it were new. He has a walking stick since he doesn't use a horse, but he is not trained enough to use it in battle.

Personality: He is wise and always thinks things through several times before doing anything. Very rarely does he lose his head. Among groups he usaully stays rather quiet during it all though he is friendly to almost everyone and reserves judgement as much as he can.

History: Born in the grand tower of Minas Tirith his childhood was much like any other wanting to become part of the guard when he was older and a great warrior. When he was 10 his family's business went bankrupt. Taking their savings they moved out into the country and began a farming business. One day a roving band of Orcs being chased by Gondorian rangers came to the farm. The battle was brutal blood being spilled everywhere. The two brothers and sisters he had were slain by the orcs, and Sarin's romantic image of war was ripped away and replaced with it's reality. Grieving over his lost siblings he left the farm and began to wander. In his travels he came across a small group of monks known as the Larok. With them he found peace with the deaths of his family and began to look inside himself training his body into peak condition. After a point he took what little he had and set out into the world to protect those that he could eventually coming to Heren Istarion where he felt he could do the most good.

[ILLOTRTM]

Name: Valanthe Liadon
Race/Creature: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: Somewhere around 200, though she has lost count.
Birthplace: Rivendell
Family: In life, Valanthe’s father, Tharivol Liadon, was a very serious character. He was the kind of person who liked to get things done and done well. He had long blond hair and the same icy blue eyes as Valanthe and her brother. Tharivol’s long golden-blonde hair complimented his high cheekbones and the creamy white color of his skin. Valanthe’s mother, Silaque Liadon, was a wonderful counterpart to Tharivol because she was his complete opposite. Silaque was friendly, outgoing and very lighthearted. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes. Unlike most of her elven kin, her skin was not pale but had a bright pinkish tint to it. The last member of Valanthe’s known family is Thamior, her older brother. Thamior had his father’s eyes and hair, and his mother’s extraverted personality. He was born with a red mark right above his left eyebrow that looks just like a scratch. As far as anyone knows to this day, it is simply a birthmark.
Home: She wanders, but does have a home in Rivendell and Mirkwood.
Occupation: Archer
Animal:] She owns a midnight black, mare named Mardnab. Valanthe named the horse after her best friend, Cora Mardnab, who gave it to her. Mardnab may bare no phenomenal abilities or attributes, but she is fast, loyal, and of great endurance.
Magic: Yes. She has the ability to freeze time, though she can't for it for very long. She is also skilled in simple spells that are of the water and ice element.
Weapons: She has a sword, dagger and longbow.
Items: She carries a small brown leather pack with her at all times which is always stocked with necessities such as food, clothes ect. She has a green locket around her neck that looks like a pendant, but opens up to reveal a picture of her brother inside. Also she carries with her a walking stick that is of long, brown willow wood. An aqua gem is perched on top. Many mistake it for a staff.
Appearance: Valanthe has long black hair, icy blue eyes, and an alabaster complexion. She's an average height for an elf, and dresses in dark colors, usually dark green and black. Leather boots are usually seen upon her feet, and a green elven cloak about her shoulders. She wears no jewelry, save the green locket around her neck. Her longbow is carried on her back, her sword in a black sheath at her left side. The long strap of her pack is kept slung over her left shoulder, the pack itself coming to rest on her right hip. She keeps her dagger hidden inside her one of her boots. She carries herself with very good posture, and walks with a slow, cat-like stride.
Personality: A serious person most of the time, but she can be cheerful and lighthearted when she wants to be. She doesn't easily trust people, and she tends to take the lead and control of things, as she doesn't like to follow orders. She holds herself to her word, and it isn't often that she lies. However, she can be misleading and mysterious about a lot of things. She is a good listener, and doesn't talk much. Nor does she open up to anyone if she can help it. In short, she is not a very open book.
History: Both of Valanthe's parents disappeared when she was very young. She was raised by her brother Thamior, who is six years older than her, in Rivendell. When Valanthe was about 30, she and her brother moved to Mirkwood. Thamior became a very important and wealthy person there. After about a year of living there, Valanthe met an elf named Aust. Aust won her heart very swiftly. Thamior did not approve of him from the beginning, though Valanthe made no attempt to hearken to his words. As it turned out, Aust had only been using her to get closer to Thamior. He was envious of Thamior's position, and when the timing was right, Aust murdered him. When Valanthe found her brother, he had little time left. He explained to her what happened, and with his last breath, he told her that he laid no blame on his little sister for what had happened. Despite these last words, Valanthe has never forgiven herself for allowing the incident to occur. After Thamior's burial in Mirkwood, she returned to Rivendell for a while. After several years, she left to wander. Instead of the depressed state you would expect her to be in, she carries on nowadays with courage in her soul and hope in her heart.

[ms Greenleaf]

So Glaren about mon profile...

[Galdor]

Some problems about these not fitting in with the current forum rp timeline have just been made known. And due to this fact no more profiles are to be posted here until we have this issue solved.

Thanks,
- Galdor

[Calime Silvana]

Name: Calimë Silvana or Tarwëyn Silimaurë

Creature: Dark Forest Elf

Age: 2293 years

Gender: Female

Birth Place: Tarwëyn was born in the forest of Parth Galen, and then for a short time lived with a community of her kind by Nen Hithoel, the great oval lake that lies in the mid-course of the River Anduin, which enters it through the Gates of Argonath to the north and then empties in the rushing falls of Rauros. This is some twenty miles to the south of Parth Galen.

Appearance: Tarwëyn has intense green eyes that tell of countless ages, her stature is 5’9”, and she is slim, with a pale complexion and a scar on her right cheek. Her hair falls down to her waist, slightly curling at the tips, but is more often than not concealed beneath a cloak. It is the color of the autumn leaves of the trees in Parth Galen, a lustrous auburn with hints of silver. Her ears are palpably elven.

Weapons: Tarwëyn has an elvish bow, a double-bladed sword, Anathros, and many small and simple daggers. When her father was alive he trained Tarwëyn to use a bow--it's her specialty. Ever since he has been gone she taught herself; but all archers--or maybe just those who intend to survive awhile--need some training at least in close combat... and that's what the daggers are for. She is well built, for she carries these all on her, held in a pack very useful for weapons and other odd contrivances.

Magic: Tarwëyn can seemingly call fire out of nowhere, a talent taught to her at a young age by the sorceress, Ufareyn. She has exceptional eyesight, and often has visions of things that were, are, and yet to be. Tarwëyn can also intermittently gaze into someone’s mind, although this is not brought about deliberately, and doesn’t occur often.

Other facets: Tarwëyn is very pessimistic, and severely hates being in, near, and around large groups. Ever since her family departed from this life she has been distrustful and wary of everything, especially humans.

Family: Tarwëyn has no parents, only a twin brother, Aërandir...-who may or may not be living still. -The last she saw of him was while her community was being assaulted, so it’s quite feasible that he is dead. Wargs bearing cruel and malicious men besieged her village; and her parents were savagely murdered-right in front of her eyes. -She was 115 years old...and barely escaped with her life. Evidence of the attack becomes her personage, as a massive scar covers part of her right cheek, painfully visible, as if a spiteful reminder of the precious blood that was shed and the lives that were taken on that fateful day. Ever mourning her loss, Tarwëyn remains detached and apparently indifferent to life in general.

History: After her disappointment, most of her time is spent aimlessly wandering and/or searching in vain for her lost brother. Though few know of her and scarcely any like her, Tarwëyn has been known to help people in times of need, engaging her with a grudging respect and (from time to time) admiration.

Personality: Tarwëyn is a recluse. She is unresponsive, impassive, and expressionless. The only being that she communicates with is her horse. Her single publicly known virtue is that she will willingly do anything for someone if it will help them.

Clothing: Tarwëyn is typically dressed in a light green garment made of Lushk, with silver-embroidered leaves on the sleeves. She has two cloaks made of Hithlain. For warmth, she uses a heavy gray cloak, fastened by a simple clasp made of two black hooks and worn when she startlingly doesn’t mind whether or not she is noticed. She is also known to don this cloak at night so that she can unify with the dark. The other cloak is an ever-changing forest-green, with a clasp that her mother gave her, shaped into a ‘Tree of Silver’, (Celeborn) spun by Ufareyn, and endowed with a virtue that can conceal one’s person from enemies and the public in general. She is not a collective elf, and uses this surreptitious cloak habitually.

Job: Tarwëyn has no job, but will perhaps soon start learning to become an assassin at the learning center, Heren Istarion.

Transportation: Tarwëyn’s method of transportation is her horse and friend, Káriersilmë, whom she named. Her name is High Elvish, the translation of which means “They have made Starlight”; for her Body color is silver (not a mixture of black and white hairs, but each individual hair gleams a brilliant gray) ‘Silmë has shadowing across her chest and a dark star on her forehead...Re naa vanima... Tarwëyn found her among the trees in Parth Galen, dying. Neither beauty nor speed were factors when she begot ‘Silmë; for Tarwëyn was lonely and in need of a companion, but when ‘Silmë fully matured, it was of no consequence, for she exceeded most all in both alacrity and splendor, and longevity.

[Calime Silvana]

Allright...I will make a new one...Excluding the magic part. I am sorry. Thank you for being so harsh when it was THE FIRST TIME I'D EVER ATTEMPTED ANYTHING LIKE THIS. pffth. >.< My Gawd I am new hear, lighten up. Slighted,
Calime Silvana

[The_Swordmaster]

Dain I have a queston. What gives OV the privilege to use magic. Can start my own council so I can use magic also? I was just wondering who gave them there right to use magic. Sorry if I come off as an little brat. It just seemed a little like a dictatorship.

[Galdor]

Ok, I'd like all the post from my last one deleted. I want to keep this thread only profiles.

I'll post a notice when I'll start taking profiles again.

And Swordmaster, this is not the place to discus such a matter. And Dain also is not the one to ask, I'll give you some brief reasons right now......but I'd suggest that you PM Elessar if you wish to be answer to your question.

This limated magic rule applies only to the Wars, in past history people have vastly overused magic, and so in the Wars magic must be very limated. Even us in the OV can't use much magic. And as to what gives us the right to use magic, is that those who are in control of the War RPs have granted us the right to, very simple.

[Calime Silvana]

Thank you Galdor, I quite agree:)

[Calime Silvana]

thank you Chaps, you rock my face off! Amin mela lle seler!

[Galdor]

For the last time guys, I want all post, starting with Calime's profile and ending with Calime's last post deleted.

CelebrianTiwele, if you have a problem with Dain's post, than send him a PM. I thought it was a bit harsh myself, but not uncalled for, and oviously Calime took it well and knew that Dain was only trying to help. So no harms been done, and I don't see why there is still an issue.

[Calime Silvana]

how rude. who made you in charge?

[Calime Silvana]

Thank you:) I quite agree!

[Galdor]

Ok, guys, I'm getting a little frustrated now. I have asked like twice already the all post besides profiles get deleted.

And Wonko, it is clear that I didn't want any post other than profiles in this thread. If you want to discus this than do it in the main HI thread.

If there are anymore post like this in here I will ask a Mod to delete them. So please don't post here, and delete any post that you shouldn't have made. Thanks