Dark Legion Profiles

[Turgon]

This thread is for Dark Legion RP profiles.

I suggest all members post their characters here - Veterans too. That way newcomers to the guild will be able to survey our ranks at glance, and visitors will tremble at our might.

[Turgon]

Name: Agarloth Serewing.

Titles: Lord of Umbar and Grand Admiral of the Fleets of Mornclaur.

Race: Corsair (of pure Númenórean blood)

Age: 59

Birthplace: Umbar

Appearance: Of medium height, dark-haired with sea-grey eyes. Dresses in fine clothing, rich not gaudy, and has a penchant for plush velvet cloaks and wolf-fur pelisses, much to the chargrin of his good friend (and part-time were-wolf) Artos Wolfhame.

Weapons and Armour: Serewing carries a beautiful cavalry sabre taken from the hand of a mighty orc-chieftain, whom he felled in single combat many years ago. He eschews he use of armour, favouring as he does a swift two-handing fighting style with his sabre and long, left handed dagger.

Personality: Dashing and daring, if some what mad, Serewing has a cavalier attitude to life and likes to live it to the full. Since taking office as Lord of Umbar, Serewing has developed an unhealthy obsession with the Legend of the Fastitocalon...

History: Agarloth Serewing comes from a line of great and glorious privateers tracing his line back to Castamir himself - he grew up on tales of blood and curses on the high seas. As a youth he learnt the mariner's trade at his Grandfather's knee and sailed with him on his ship the Bloodflower - a fearsome Corsair man o' war.

After his Grandfather's death, Serewing's father, Gaernur, a tame and timid fellow, refitted the Bloodflower as a merchantman and put all of the old man's fortune into a trading venture. One stormy night in the Bay of Belfalas, the Bloodflower - proud veteran of a hundred battles - overloaded with a cargo of cheap Umbarian silverware - was swamped in a minor squall and went down all hands onboard.

The Serewing name was ruined - unable to outfit his own ship Serewing took to the life of a Sell-sword, hoping to earn enough money to fulfil his dream of captaining his own Privateer and restoring his family name. He found the life of an adventurer suited him well and spending his time enjoying all that fate threw in his path.

Yet after a failed assault upon the Orcs of the Misty Mountains, Serewing found himself a prisoner in the Bowels of Mount Gundabad - where after several months of dreary captive he met the Lord Snaga and was inducted into to the Dark Legion.

After the mysterious events that took place following his release from bondage, Serewing fled back to the warmer climes of Umbar - taking with him a withered old Orc of Gundabad, (naming him Gaernur in mockery of his late unlamented father) and a hoard of riches, purloined from the treasuries of the orc-realm.

With his new found fortune Serewing built a mighty ship, named Alcarondas (in memory of Ar-Pharazôn - his great hero) a lebrethon quinquireme the like of which has not been seen in Middle-earth for many an age. Serewing later rose to prominance as the Lord of Umbar and Grand Admiral of the Fleets of Mornclaur. At last the ghost of his father had been laid to rest, and the name Serewing restored to it's former glory.

[Dáin Ironfoot I]

Name: Zalek Thunderforge

Race: Dwarf

Age: 78

Location: The Ash Mountains

Appearance: Has a long golden beard and bushy yellow eyebrows. His armor is deep brown leather, the colors of his home, and is studded with silver. Very robust and young looking for a Dwarf.

Weapons: Crimson morning star and a cast iron maul

Personality: Vengeful and decietful, yet charming to those who do not know his tricks. He is greedy and materialistic, yet fights fiercely in the face of death.

History: Zalek's life is a tale of woe and rejection. Born in Erebor as Zalek Ironfoot, the son of Dain and Kilease Ironfoot, near the end of the Dragon Wars. Accused of raising a Dragon by his mother, he was expelled from Erebor and wandered the realm of Middle-Earth. His father, Dain, and his older brother, Kuri, went looking for him for many a year but found him not. Zalek despises his family and established a mimic kingdom of Erebor in the Ash Mountains called Khazdal-dum. He changed his name to Zalek Thunderforge and became evil and twisted in his cruelty and hatred. Zalek came to the Dark Legion in search for a way to destroy all things that are good and just, and most importantly, avenge himself by slaying his parents and destroying Erebor.

[Khamul]

Absolutely ancient, I will update this...

Name: Drygo
Creature:human of no known race
Age:unknown
Gender:male
Born: Abandoned and found and raised by orcs, but was then trained by some high officers (men)
Weapons: a very powerful crossbow, a war hammer, and a great sword that he named Preadan after a tree that he walked by everyday on his way to the forest
Magic: The powers of pyromancy,(power over fire) and

Personality:quiet, fierce, but bold and very persuasive when need comes. Very diplomatic, but when someone who is in his alliance does not perform, he is extremely angry,

Armor: mithril coat under his leather tunic he wears in normal conditions or his black coat and a black/red helm that he wears in war

Horse: a blackstallion named Forfin

[Anamatar IV]

Name: Ikrink

Age: 35

Race: Man of Harad (Haradrim)

POB: Harad

Location: Harad

Appearance: short/stout, wears plate armor, always has a mask over his face

weapons: an axe with a spear head......called a pike

personality: grim, always has a repercussion of death or defeat. He always wants to go to battle.

Order: currently Nethraw...

Department: Warrior

History: has been raised in Harad, trained as a warrior. When he was 16, when he first bore arms, he challenged a pack of 40 Haradrim who were out in the wild hunting to a fight (40 against 1) The hunters cut Ikrink's arms swiftly and he returned home for more training.

Family: his mom is 90 and is living at home raising Ikrink's sister, Istrine, who is 8. His father is 98 and is awaiting his death.

[Azog]

Name: Azog Elfslay (known only by Azog)
Age: 200
Race: Orc (I was gonna be an Uruk-Hai, but it doesn't go with the history all too well.)
Place of Birth: Mordor
Appearance: Tall and sturdy. Massive arms adorned with scars and markings. Long black hair pulled back by a rope, unwashed. Wears large black plated armor, with many engraved markings of the Black Speech.
Personality: Dark and hateful unto strangers, but a friend and comrade to other generals and commanders. Will never allow an elf to pass by without being slaughtered.
Character Description: Azog was born to an orc general, although this was unknown due to the orcs' mating habits. He grew up killing elves for food and sport, and has found himself greatly delighted at the death of any elf. His worn hands have dealt death to thousands. Azog soon joined the Dark Legion, and was soon given command of 1,100 Warg riding soldiers. His warriors have been through many a battle, and never once tasted defeat. All units under Azog's command have a boosted morale, and fight with more rage.
Armor: Large black breastplate and large gauntlets.
Weapons: His sword, bow, fists, and his cunning mind.
*Abilities: Pyromancy, military command, and proficiency with bow, blade and staff.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Name: Tar- Ancalime

Position: Her Imperial Highness, The Dark Queen of Mordor, the Jewel of All mornclaur (and you all beter believe it too! :mad: :p )

Race: Her mother was of Numenor, her father is unknown.

Age:28 (but since she became dark queen dengen made her like immortal so she won't age or die of old age...)

POB: Since she kinda wandered, she forgot...:o *thinks hard*

Location: Geez...what shall I say...Mordor, or the capital city of mornclaur....OK....Rhun, that is the queens current location...

Apperance: Long, golden brown hair. A very pale, warm complexion. A very vuluptous form. Her hair is most often down and parted to the side, or put up in some ornate manner for state occasions. Warm, hazel eyes. She is most often seen in a long black, sparkly dress with one strap on the shoulder and a flowing skirt. (yes, i know this has nothing to do anyting). Though she is short.

History: Her mother was part of a numenorean tribe that constantly wandered. Than she gave birth to tar, but since there was no father she was cruelly expellled. Soon after Tar's mother worked at a tavern in Umbar, Tar grew up around various types of Drunkards, whores, and other scoundrels. To which she became accoustamed to weird behavior. When Tar flowered into a young woman, she decided to leave the innkeeping life behind, and wandered in ilithilen. For a time she was a stewardess of Gondor, but then she got some sense into her, and married the dark lord!

Personality: Spontaneous, caring, and yes she is evil too...hehe. has a certain amount of...vanity...and pride.

Family: Her mother, Tamara.

Magic: Electromancy: PS- join my guild!

Profile for really confusing Dark Leigon RPG world-

Name: Artalasse

Race: Dark, Faenorian elf.

Age: unknown

POB: Unknown

Apperance: Very slight build, but tall. Long Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Very pale skin. Her eyes are slanted and evil looking. Her main outfit is a long, flowing black gown. Under her gown, which is rather sheer is a long, flowing crimson tunic, with flowing sleeves. Her ears are pierced multiple times and she wears a silver ring on her finger. She is very gorgeous, but not so easy to get to know.

Personality: Just try and find out.

History: Was forgotten when the first of the faenorian elves left the shores for the first time. Long has she been in the service of dark lords,and she has seen many pass away. She's a common skeptic of their plots. She is an all around sorcress

[Ecthelion]

(I'm back everyone, I was re-enstated!)

Name: Grutbug

Race: Goblin

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Home: Somewhere deep in The Misty Mountains

Weapons: Nearly 20 knives of different shpaes and sizes all hidden in his clothing

Appearence: Very short, long nose, dirty clothes, some hair, but not much, and very dark black eyes

History: Born in the Misty Mts, don't remeber any family so grew up alone. Later joined with the Great Goblin, when the death of him happened by Bilbo Baggins most left, but Grutbug knew to stay. He lived alone for many years and grew very smart, he wasn't much of a fighter, but was one of the greats with short knives. When he was 32 he finally decided to try and get out. On his journey he ran into a clan of about 50 orcs. The leader told him to leave back into the darkness, but Grutbug refused, the leader was furious. The leader charged Grutbug who looked weaponless, when he went to make the strike on Grutbug he was already stabbed once in the throat and once in the stomach by two different sized knives that Grutbug had hidden. The clan being leaderless joined with Grutbug. A year later they finally made it out and made a home on top of the Mts. Grutbug though was still not pleased. One night he left the clan in search of the home of The Dark Legion. He was let in and now has gone back to his clan until he may be needed by his Lord.

[Morwen]

Name: Morwen (sometimes referred to as Elendae)

Titles: Daughter of the Dark/Dark One.

Race: Sustains the features of a Dark Elf; carries the blood of the line that bore Lord Ciryaher.

Age: Undeterminable

Birthplace: Beleriand

Appearance: Her hair is decorated in a simple fashion, a single braid commanding wild, alabaster strands. Her eyes are saphire with a faint touch of ice. Her features, that of her kin in one strain, are relatively plain. She bears a severe case of melancholy in her eyes and set of face; a warring of her true nature, and the nature she must adopt. In her own way, she radiates beauty.
She carries an elvish sword inlaid with dark runes, and a long bow, which she uses mainly for hunting. Her garments include a simple black cloak, black leggings, and a russet shirt embossed with runes that stem from her birthplace.

Weapons: Elvish sword, long bow, and several daggers. She also controls the elements of fear and darkness with a master's hand.

Personality: Broods incessantly, at times even frightening her own people. She is proud, but sensitive. She's wise, but sometimes uncertain. She is liable to have hatred consume her, or compassion envelop her. She is both extremes, at once the same and together, and later separate, or deprived of emotion at all. She prizes silence, a form of communtication not yet achieved in the West. She treasures beauty of the land, the auburn beauty of her birthplace. She is self-sufficent, and accustomed to remaining alone. Her desire is her purpose.

Family: The brother

[Snaga]

Name: Sometimes Snaga (means 'Slave' - he has a real name, but noone ever asks, and he never tells). Also known as Lord Gonnilclaur, or Urukgush.
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Height: 5'6
Age: 38 years
Occupation: Great Orc of the North, Military Commander of the Mornclaur Federation
Weapon: Crooked scimitar, short bow - both poisoned
Appearence: Nasty face, slavering fangs, dark eyes that go bloodshot in sunlight, long hairy arms, bow-legged. But with an imposing presence... But he is a master of disguise as well.
Persona: Not very nice, vicious but cautious. Very demanding of those around him, totally focussed on obeying Orders from the Dark Lord. Cunning, prefers to let others do the fighting, and would rather stab you in the back than have a straight fight. But at times also generous to those he learns to like.

Biography: Spawned in cave in the mountains south of Nurnen by a mother who rejected him as soon as he could kill vermin for himself. Learnt to sneak, kill, steal etc at an early age. Killed an Uruk Captain he didn't like in a cowardly attack. As punishment he was chained to a rock in sun-tortured plains of Khand and left to die. He escaped by running in circles for day after day, rubbing the iron chain against the rock. After 5 days it wore through and broke. Wandering northwards through many dangers, he came at last to the passes of the Misty Mountains. There is found and tamed the only creature pitiful enough to be his friend - a flee-bitten wiry lone wolf, Iron Tooth. He befriended the leaders of orcs of the Misty Mountains; and grew strong. Iron Tooth strength returned, and became the most fearsome Warg of the north. Then returning south, Snaga entered Mordor again. His talents recognised, he was appointed Lieutenant of Khand. Promotion to Gonnilclaur, the Military Commander of the Mornclaur Federation followed.

He wrested control of the Grey Mountains from the Dwarf-Lords, shattering the realm of Khazum in the process, and conquered Erebor and the Iron Hills annexing them to the Mornclaur Federation. He was also appointed governor of the orc-holds of the Misty Mountains, and in Lord Telchar's absence rules the realm of Zirak Khazad. He has resigned his post within the Mornclaur Federation, and is currently quietly amassing his strength in the mountain kingdoms.

He also researched the dark arts of illusions. Thus he may walk in many guises...

Good friend of Tar-Ancalime, since she sent one of her hand-maidens to be his companion! (Poor her!)

[Dengen-Goroth]

Name: Dengen-Goroth
Gender: Male
Race: Maia
Age: From the beginning
Height: 6'4"
Occupation: Dark Lord of Arda (Lord of the Mornclaur Federation)
Weapons:
Appearence: Numerous. Either of olive complexion with light green eyes, or of fairer skin tones.
Persona: A charismatic individual who weighs each and every word which escapes his lips, and is ever weaving a plot. Poweful presence
History: Of the people of Aule the Smith. Departed the Blessed Realm when Melkor Morgoth Bauglir and Ungoliant brought about the fall of Telperion and Laurelin. Served neath Melkor till the War of Wrath. Fled from the host of the Valar into the snows of the north. Prior to the fall of Numenor Goroth descended southward. Within the third age encountered the forces of Sauron, and aided him slightly. Laid the foundations of Barad-Gostannen in the last years of the reign of Sauron. Upon the breaking of Barad-Dur Goroth entered the east till the rise of Mornclaur.

[chrysophalax]

Name:MAGNUS
Species: DRAGON
Personality:EVIL AND TREACHEROUS
Armor:MITHRIL-LIKE SCALES
Weapons;TEETH,CLAWS,FIRE
Magic:ABILITY TO CAST ENCHANTMENTS WITH VOICE
Appearance:SILVER,RED EYES,50 FEET LONG,10 HIGH AT
THE SHOULDER,WINGS,LONG WHIP-LIKE TAIL
Family:UNKNOWN
Age:MATURE
PoB:UNKNOWN

[chrysophalax]

Name: Artos Wolfhame

Race: Man, a descendant of slaves of the Witch Kingdom of Angmar,
wolf-trainer.

Description: Tall,slender, lanky black hair, dark eyes.Deceptively
strong.Wears black clothing, long black cloak.

Weapons: A pair of daggers, whip.

Age:30

Personality: Trusts no one, is highly suspicious, extremely
dangerous when angered, cares only for his wolves, despises
Elves.


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[chrysophalax]

Name: Gilbarad

Race: Elf

Age: It matters not, to him or anyone else

Appearance: Tall, golden hair, light eyes, strong and lean, favours dark clothing, bears a scar across his left temple, which he despises.

Personality: Arrogant, cruel, deceitful in the extreme, narcissistic. Will use anyone to further his own aims.

Background: Born in Lorien and of a noble family, some quirk in his nature made him distrusted by nearly all his kin. He desired always to gain power and recognition for himself, no matter what the price. Sought to take another noble's daughter by force and was summarily banished from Lorien. He has wandered far in the East and served in Sauron's army with a band of Southrons. Escaped after Sauron fell and has wandered aimlessly since. His greatest desire is to see harm come to those of his people who consider themselves beyond harm.

Weaponry: Two daggers, bow and arrows.

[greypilgrim]

Agar the Black, the Hand of Sauron

Born: 410 years after War of the Ring (1419 SR)
Man, age 30
Birthplace: Harad
Occupation: High Captain, Army of Harad
Ht. 6'4"
Wt 295 lbs.

Family: A long line of military men. Grandfather fought in the Battle of Pelennor Field (he actually saw Eomer)! His family has worshipped Sauron for centuries, even back to the Dark Years before the coming of the men from Numenor out of the West, some even helping to build the Barad-Dur.

Agar's History: Basically re-built the army of his homeland, which was diminished centuries ago. A natural leader, he was always seeking to increase the scope and strength of his militaristic influence, so his country would be whole again.

Worships Sauron daily. Has taken him as his Lord, praying to him, and meditating, faithful that one day after Sauron's return, which secretly he is ever striving towards, Agar himself will be a King, ruling much in Sauron's name.

Personality: Always focused, intense. Quick to anger. Strategist, natural Soldier. Absolutely will defend with his life his Lord's name, and his own "honor". Aagar knows humor, but does not care for anything that isn't about Sauron, warfare, or himself. Always researching something militarily.

Weapons/
Armor: Red, gold and black armor of a Captain in the Haradrim Army, polished and clean. Black steel gauntlet on left hand, right hand is a steel hook. The Sword Anguirel is magically affixed to his right hook-hand. Black boots. Skilled with many weapons, deadly in hand-to-hand combat.

Appearance: Sometimes wears a thick black cloak for special occasions. Tall, muscular build. Hard, bald head, staring eyes. Angry-looking. Head steams sometimes.

[Turin]

Name:
Turin Turumbar

Race: Numenorian

Age: Unknown

Apperance: Tall, blond hair, strong, thin, wears black.

Personality: Nice to most(exept orcs and other such), feared by all.

Ocupation: Wandering and protecting the forests.

Background: Grew up in Gondolin as a son of Turgon. Lived as an exile. Mother and father are dead and sister is lost.

[Turin]

Hey chrysophalax why do you have so many profiles?

[chrysophalax]

Hey Turin! I'm one of the veterans of RPing around here and I've been asked to play many different characters. These are only my evil ones.

[BlackCaptain]

My profile:

Name: Nefnarion

Titles: Black Plague

Race: Barrow Wright

Age: Unknown

Birthplace: Unknown, but thought to be the great Forrest of Harad

Appearance: Frighteningly tall, Completely black cloak, blacker than shadows un-peircable, Deep red eyes

Weapons and Armour: Hard steel surounding all the body. Tall Gothic, double horned helm Weapons: Fire-wreathed ash/poison-blade, mace of one thousand spikes

Personality: I talk with alot of fear in my voice. fear towards others that is. Im the King of Barrow Wrights. Very dangerous when even slightly pestered

History: Unknown

[Turin]

Oh ok

[greypilgrim]

Bill the Troll.
Over 12 ft. tall...1270 lbs.
Age unknown.
Mute.

Wield a very large hammer and a long chain.
Wears close to nothing.

Story: Much is unknown of Bill. His origins are from hills to the North, near Angmar. He always was a high-way robber, and being mute made him an outcast within his family. Has been a loner all his life.

Bill has survived so far through instincts and strength more than cunning. He is actually dumb, literally. He is fierce and will fight to the death at any time though, even for a plate of sheep-legs if the need arose. Don't ever mess with Bill's food.

Since Bill is a mute, he lets his actions speak for him.

[Orclord1990]

Name-bartuc

Age-unown

Race-undead elf

Appearance-Long blond hair,blue eyes,6 foot 5,and has a scare on his left eye.

Weapons-A long sword,two short baldes,and blue armer

Location-in rivendell

[Calime Silvana]

Name: 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: She has exceptional eyesight, such is given to elves, and that is about it. This may not be classified as magic, but most animals no matter how wild will instantly tame under her hand...

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.

[Ol'gaffer]

Name: Aren Shadowmind

Race: Half-Elf (elven blood runs through him providing his long age.)

Age: 890

Apperance: Medium height, long black hair, muscular build, moves fast yet not as gracefully as elves, dresses into long black travelling cloacks and capes.

Personality: Quiet and solemn, rarely speaks idle things and when he speaks he speaks with great sarcasm and with a bitter voice. Has great hatred for elves and an even greater hatred for orcs.

Ocupation: Wanders here and there, rarely stays in one place for a long time. Works for anyone with money.

Background: Came to Middle earth hundreds of years ago. From where, no one knows. Won't tell anyone what he has done while here.

[Nenya Evenstar]

Name: Eredhael or Lady Trenulie Alsman

Race: Human (Gondorian)

Age: 45

Appearance: Tall and rather large boned, but pretty in an abrupt way. Thick, stark black hair, dark blue eyes, olive-colored skin, strongly accented facial bones, and a large sensual mouth.

Personality: Jealous, holds grudges forever, deceiving in many aspects, trusts very few people of any race, and charming in an odd way.

History: Trenulie was born to a family of high status in the city of Minas Tirith some five years after the death of King Elessar. Her parents before her had a strong dislike for the reigning King and never were quite satisfied with his claim for the throne, despite all the evidence. They believed that Faramir should have ruled in Denethor's place but were never able to find out what he himself thought of their opinion despite their efforts. After Faramir's death, the family avarice toward the King was sealed and they sought to place it deeply into the hearts of their children. Trenulie grew up hating the ruling family, even though Elessar had already passed on, and believing that they had usurped the throne. A seed of discontent was sewn and before long Trenulie's heart turned black. She received the title of Lady Trenulie Alsman when her father died and left the family estate to her, and she adopted the secret name of Eredhael for secret negotiations. When the Call of Goroth was felt throughout the world in those whose hearts were open to its vile deceit, Trenulie harkened and turned her thoughts towards the evil in the hopes of accomplishing her own revenge.

[greypilgrim]

Agar the black and Bill the Troll are still around. I just don't know what to do with them yet! New RPG character:
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Red Maw
Dog weighing more than a full-grown man

AKA: Carcharoth
AKA: Jaws of Thirst

Looks like: A huge wolfdog, mean and viscious. He is the seed of Draughluin (spelling?)...the meanest baddest wolf ever. Red maw was tamed and fed by Sauron for evil purposes. He caused alot of trouble for powerful elves and others way back in the days when Melian was within the Girdle in Doriath. Somehow, he made his way into the Dark Legion.

He can talk, but only once in a while (I suppose)

And he has the one Silmaril in his belly still...more info coming soon on this character. I'm going to update his profile later.

[CelebrianTiwele]

Ok here is my profile that is not near as long as Calimes. oh **** there are 2 Tars in DL. this will be confusing. oh well my profile!

Name-Ránëwén
Race- Half Maia/half Elven
Gender-Female
Birthplace-In the depths of a mountain
Family-Father a descendant of the Maiar that turned from the light to follow the master, Melkor. She never knew her mother and is glad of it. Although she is elven, there are very few elves she likes. She more enjoys the company of dragons or orcs.
Home-Wherever her evil paths take her
Language-Elven, Black Speech, Westron
Animal-A black steed named Eáránë. She permits no one else on her back.
Magic- unknown
Weapons-Short bow, sword named Orelinde (red flame), daggers
Appearance-Tall, fair-skinned with waist length black hair, grey eyes, numerous tattoos, wears a silver ring with a chain that attaches to a bracelet on her wrist.
Personality- Sarcastic, can be downright mean, is normally very prideful about herself,
History-Her mother died when she was very young. Her father raised her in the dark ways.

[Calime Silvana]

Name: 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: She has exceptional eyesight, such is given to elves, and that is about it. This may not be classified as magic, but most animals no matter how wild will instantly tame under her hand...

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.

[Azog]

Why is everyone an elf??? This is the DARK LEGION, not the Elves-Who-Want-To-Be-Evil Legion.

[chrysophalax]

" As long as their hearts are black enough, orcling, we should welcome them. Should they become a problem I can always eat one!" *lashes tale back and forth in anticipation*

[CelebrianTiwele]

Originally posted by Azog
Why is everyone an elf??? This is the DARK LEGION, not the Elves-Who-Want-To-Be-Evil Legion.
Because we want to be immortal and not everyone can be a maiar. :D thats why. Besides, I hate most elves, unless they're evil. ::evil laugh::

[Calime Silvana]

Why cannot elves be evil? After all, orcs are only elves gone bad, so you are one to talk. And Chrys, please don't eat me. I don't taste good:)

[greypilgrim]

I picked a man character for the DL because I thought it would be easy to play him. And the mute troll who is his partner too!

ADMISSION: I stole the hook-hand idea from Terry brooks's Sword of Shannara book. Same with the troll. Keltset was the troll's name in the book.

I somehow managed to merge the two in with Tolkien's world. The sword, Anguriel, and the troll's name, Bill!

Carcharoth is all Tolkien though. heheh*evil chuckle*

[Morwen]

Somehow evil elves exude a more fearful aura than a mere mortal man.

[Angoreth]

Name: Quistarian dark leaf.


Birth place: Agnmar.


Race: elf( very beautiful thought deadly).


Age:203( old enough to peal your skin back)

Apprence: tall, fairly thin, purple hair( in real life my hair is purple),
Purple eye's glow silver grey at night whither in doors or out, fair conplextion.

Weapons: two elven ring's(made by myself) one with a green gem one with a blue gem and silver metal to hold them, enchantment on both. long elven sword wrought from mordor, to knifes which cross each other on my back, five daggers one in each boot, one up each sleeve and the last in my belt, And poisinious herbs as well as healing ones.Wisdom is another of my weapon.


History: was adopted as heir to saroun as child though born in lothlorien. Comander of the nine ring wriaths. Has sworn to avenge her "father" Saroun, who the fellowship of the ring over threw.Possibility of being converted to the good side...hardly.

[BlackCaptain]

Name - Fingarn
Race - Ent
Age - Only the earth knows...
Birthplace - Only the sky knows...
Magick - Only the ocean knows
Gender - Male
Weapons - mmm.... A huge right hook and a mean leg stompin?
Apearance - Like any other ent

[greypilgrim]

WIZARD
TIMELESS
6'2" 175lbs
HOMELANDS: unknown

SPELLS: fire, weather, mind tricks, levitation, beastmastery
PERSONALITY: funny misfit with bad luck and no friends
CARRIES: a cane, knives, and a satchel (contents unknown)

Wizard likes to quote old adages, make up new ones, play practical jokes, be amused, unlock secrets, talk to strangers.
His influences are Tolkien's wizards, Maias, and Elves. Especially fond of pipe-weed at times. Wizard writes and reads alot. Has been all over the world, but barely ever left his own backyard. His intentions are good, but is misunderstood at times and others mistrust him. Will be the butt of jokes for the joke's sake not his own. Wizard has no allies and is all alone. Likes it that way.

[Ice Man]

Name: Kain Wolf
Race: Werewolf
Age: Some centuries old
Gender: Male

Appearance: When in human form, Kain looks like a normal man in his mid forties. In this human form, he is 5'10" tall and very slim, giving the appearance of being extremly weak. When in his werewolf form, Kain suddenly becomes 6'6" tall, being very strong. A greyish fur covers his entire skin and red eyes. His appearance in this werewold form is a mix of human and lupine traits. Kain can still transform himself into a wolf, in which case he's look like any other normal wolf.

Behaviour: When under the appearance of a human, Kain is always humble and displays virtually no self-esteem. Yet he is deceiving and still plots some that things happen in his favour. When in the werewolf form, he become intimidating and agressive. He refuses no chance to fight, which in most cases will imply in leaving his opponents dead. All in all, Kain is extremely anti-social and selfish. He seeks nothing but personal gain and wealth, combining the best and worse of all his traits to take advantage of all folks.

History: Kain was born in Kibur, a small village located some dozens of miles away from the mountains of the Blue Mountains. Kain discovered his true nature when he entred his adolescence, in an pcasion that resulted in the death of seven people, all by the hands of an infuriated werewolf Kain. After his discovery, Kain wandered and ived in many lands, cities and villages, aften moving away when people began to be suspicious of him. About a couple of centuries after he had left, Kain returned to Kibur to live whay most people beleived was a normal and lonely life. Yet, from times to times, he'd disappear for some months, returning with some newly found wealth. With the end of the War of The Ring, elves and dwarves returned to the surroundings of the Blue Mountains. After some other decades, Isilma, an elf that lived in the nearby forrests, discovered the truth about Kain and decided to hunt him down. Kain, having nothing to lose except his life decided to run away and disappear, it was then that he started his long journey to Rhûn.

Weapons/Armour/Clothes: Kain carries no weaopns or armour. Even when he is in his human form, Kain is surprisingly strong and agile. Once in his werewolf form, Kain becomes strong as a medium sized giant, quick and feirce as a wolf and counts with the aid of the claws that grow from his fingers. Kain clothes are always discrete and greyish

[greypilgrim]

pretty scary...

[balrog]

Name: balrog

Race: Maia spirit

Age: Non-qualified for Life insurance policy

Location: Mines of Moria and links to Mountains worldwide

Appearance: Large moving Volcanic man-like structure with bursts of flame and bat-similar wings not allowing flight. I also hold a fire ridden sword and a whip capable of ensnaring foes to transform them into charcoal with fire breathing breath. Dark shadows flow in my movement but white eyes give me direction of where to strike.

Personality: A non-evil rendition with value and respect for the personal experience of Elf, Dwarf, or Human. Harm is not this spirits factor unless you create harm upon me.

History: Following needless acts of destruction and death some of the inherent evil actions of this maia created a reflection for a 'life's too short attitude' involoving reason and a affinity for fun...
unless confronted by problematic and discriminatory species.


i would like to join the rpg but maybe someone in charge could please pm me with details how to play!

thx in advance