Post by kaldaka on Jan 13, 2007 8:39:30 GMT -5
Full Name - Kaldaka Ventash'ma de Mein
Age - 27
Gender - Female
Likes - swords, family, friends, darkness
Dislikes - minions of Sauron
Loyalty - Is Dunadan, so technically to Gondor, but more to Aragorn.
Combat - e.g
Sword (on foot) - 10
Long Bow - 8
Throwing Knives/dagger- 5
Unarmed Combat- 5
Sword (Horseback) - 7
Weapons (At least one) - longsword, two throwing knives, dagger, longbow
Race - Dunadan
Strengths - stealth, strength, and invisibility (not literally, but she blends in very well)
Weaknesses - height (only 5'2"), too much of a temper, and a very hard heart
Appearance - 5'2", long black hair, gray-green eyes that shift, scar on right arm from shoulder down. Very slender and supple, but surprisingly strong. Most people would pass her by unless to notice that she was very dirty, since she is out in the Wilderness quite often.
Personality - Sharp but warm. She is very kind to her friends, but those who she doesn't take too immediately, she probably won't ever take to. Very suspicious, and also fairly cynical and sarcastic, with a sense of humor.
History - Born to Dunedain parents in Gondorian wilderness, she was sent by her moter to Lorien when she was 3 to live for several years, since the wilderness wasn't safe. She returned when she was seven, her mother needing her because of her father's death, and lived with her mother from then until she was thirteen. Orcs killed her mother when she was almost fourteen while she was in the forest. She left and headed out to Rivendell, where she pledged her allegiance to Aragorn, living since then in the wilderness by herself as a Ranger.
Role Play Sample (At least 100 words. Be warned, we will count!)- Kaldaka flicked the hood of her cloak back and looked around, gray-green eyes penetrating the room. It was warm and smoky, and several patrons already sat in chairs around the room, some hobbits and some men. As Butterbur came bustling up, she allowed a warm smile to cross her face for a moment.
"And how are you today?" the roly poly man asked her.
"Perfectly fine, thank you," she replied, keeping a keen eye on the room as she sat down in the corner. "A mug of your ale would be wonderful, if you please." Butterbur nodded and hurried away, leaving her to look around the room in interest.
Age - 27
Gender - Female
Likes - swords, family, friends, darkness
Dislikes - minions of Sauron
Loyalty - Is Dunadan, so technically to Gondor, but more to Aragorn.
Combat - e.g
Sword (on foot) - 10
Long Bow - 8
Throwing Knives/dagger- 5
Unarmed Combat- 5
Sword (Horseback) - 7
Weapons (At least one) - longsword, two throwing knives, dagger, longbow
Race - Dunadan
Strengths - stealth, strength, and invisibility (not literally, but she blends in very well)
Weaknesses - height (only 5'2"), too much of a temper, and a very hard heart
Appearance - 5'2", long black hair, gray-green eyes that shift, scar on right arm from shoulder down. Very slender and supple, but surprisingly strong. Most people would pass her by unless to notice that she was very dirty, since she is out in the Wilderness quite often.
Personality - Sharp but warm. She is very kind to her friends, but those who she doesn't take too immediately, she probably won't ever take to. Very suspicious, and also fairly cynical and sarcastic, with a sense of humor.
History - Born to Dunedain parents in Gondorian wilderness, she was sent by her moter to Lorien when she was 3 to live for several years, since the wilderness wasn't safe. She returned when she was seven, her mother needing her because of her father's death, and lived with her mother from then until she was thirteen. Orcs killed her mother when she was almost fourteen while she was in the forest. She left and headed out to Rivendell, where she pledged her allegiance to Aragorn, living since then in the wilderness by herself as a Ranger.
Role Play Sample (At least 100 words. Be warned, we will count!)- Kaldaka flicked the hood of her cloak back and looked around, gray-green eyes penetrating the room. It was warm and smoky, and several patrons already sat in chairs around the room, some hobbits and some men. As Butterbur came bustling up, she allowed a warm smile to cross her face for a moment.
"And how are you today?" the roly poly man asked her.
"Perfectly fine, thank you," she replied, keeping a keen eye on the room as she sat down in the corner. "A mug of your ale would be wonderful, if you please." Butterbur nodded and hurried away, leaving her to look around the room in interest.