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Leaves of Lorien
« Thread started on: May 7th, 2005, 8:07pm » |
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I'm not quite positive as to the basic plot of this yet. It is simply set in Middle Earth - I suppose it can start in Lothlorien, seeing as I called it "Leaves of Lorien," - and we'll just kind of roll with it until some sort of plot develops. We can also talk about what we think should happen as we go along.
Each person can make their own character. This is very open. However, you must be serious about keeping this going, and not do one-lined posts. If you post, let there be something of substance to further the story. And please don't make this into just trying to get two characters to fall in love. And I know that most people like to play girls, (or at least that's how it used to be - I haven't done a role play in a long time) and I am very willing to have a male character as well. (You can have more than one character if we don't have enough after a while.)
I'll start with my character:
Name Finea (pronounced FIN-ee-ya, the "ee" is very short")
Gender female
Race Elf
Age the equivalent of about 10
Appearance A very skinny, fair young girl with long, wavy black hair (very uncommon for an elf of Lorien). Her green eyes sparkle in wonder at many things that she sees in her youth. Her fair skin is still untouched by age or sun.
Personality She is very curious and inquisitive, and spends her days exploring the woods of Lothlorien.
History She lives with her father and mother high in the sparkling trees of Lothlorien. Her father works in the courts of Celeborn and Galadriel, and her mother is a waiting gentlewoman to Galadriel, but spends most of her time at the home caring for Finea.
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"Ah! Elanor!" Finea whispered to herself as she spotted the small, white bloom on the forest floor. She tiptoed her way towards the flower and sat down next to it in admiration. She softly sang an elvish song to the fair little bloom, but stopped at the sound of footsteps, fearing that she would be heard. She skipped over to a large tree and sat it its feet, peering around it to see who might be coming.
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