Bess's Bios

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Bessain Sandahón[/glow]

LOTR RPG

Gender: female
Race: elf
Height: 5'7"-5'8"
Age: 3654, looks 23
Place of Residence: Once lived in Eregion, she then went to Imladris, she now lives her own life wandering the wilds.
Family: Bessain daughter of Manbechir. She has a brother, but she does not know he is alive. Friends with Kelistrial Nightblade, of Mirkwood and Eregion.
Powers: None
Weapons: Her weapons change constantly since she has a tendency to break or lose them.
Animals: horse

Appearance: Usually in traveling clothes since she is always on the move. Brown hair, brown eyes, stands about 5'7"

Personality: She will not give out her trust lightly. If she feels you have earned some, she will give it alittle at a time very very slowy......... (In other words she can be too paranoid for her own good.) Bessain may seem depressed most of the time. She is the kind of person who is scared stiff of things she has seen and done, though she acts as if nothing is wrong.

History: Her history lies within the once fair city of Eregion and Imladris. She had a rather nasty situation with orcs in her younger years that left her widowed. Bessain lost the baby in childbirth and somehow manages to blame herself for it(baby info stuck in fanfic form). She never feels very comfortable in Imladris anymore. Her heart longs to be alone when the city is near. She has a brother named Maethoron. She is unaware that he even exists, he dwells in Mirkwood. She stays out of Mirkwood due to an old fear of giant spiders.

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Déoran the Cunning [/glow]

Gender: male
Race: Men
Height: 6ft
Age: 26
Place of Residence: Gondor
Family: None
Powers: He's a quick learner
Weapons: A single short sword and a curved dagger. A brown leather bull whip, rests coiled at his hip.
Animals: A black stallion named Broadfoot, or Broad for short.

Appearance: Light brown hair that curls tight around his head in the back, usually falling ino his tunic. His eyes, if you look very close, are a dark orange color. His leather cloak wraps tightly around broad chest and falls down his front, hiding his weapons. Needs a hair cut!

Personality: He has no true personality because he spares no time to find his own. He's so busy switching from disguise to diguise that he rarely has time to sit back and be himself. He is incredibly smart; his brains make up for his lack of skill of a sword. Can be very persuasive at times.

History: Single. He lived in Gondor for a time then left to go to Rohan when he was younger. Was born into a poor family and has always been on the streets. He learned that stealing kept him alive and has done it all his life. He expects to get caught but doubts that it'll happen any time soon. Amoung the theiving guilds he is known as the "Bringer of Storms".

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Duvodas Dûr-Magor [/glow]

Odd DnD/Lotr Mix
Gender: male
Race: Moriquendi (drow)
Height: 6 ft
Age: 3556 looks around 25
Place of Residence: None
Family: None
Powers: He's faster than lightening (reflex)
Weapons: Two (one-handed hilt) elven blades
Animals: Black wolf (name: lómin)

Appearance: He looks the same as any other dark elf (drow). Dark skin, dark hair, scowling facial expressions. There is a faded mark of a spider on his left boot. He assumes it to be the symbol of his house. There is writing underneath the branded spider, but what it says duvodas may never know. He can't read or write. His house name is Dûr-Magor.

Personality: Duvodas (or Duvo if he likes you and hasnt killed you yet) kills for pleasure. He resides on no one's side, he is considered neither good nor evil. He is a freelancer, and will give his services to whoever pays the most.

History: Like all drow children, Duvodas was taught how to speak, walk and talk. When he failed he was whipped, and when he exhausted himself in attempt to achieve, he was whipped. If he succeeded without exhausting himself, then and only then, would he receive a kind word. Such was the relationship between mother and child. Fear and respect was taught through discipline and pain. When the male children turned ten, the mother would leave them to the head of the house, to prove their worth. Discipline is everything among the drow. Duvodas’s mother had left him before he was of age.

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Maeson Brandybuck [/glow]

Gender: male
Race: hobbit
Height: 3'6
Age: in his tweens
Place of Residence: a hole near crick hollow
Family: Maeson son of Jaim
Powers: ...............he's a hobbit..... do u expect him to fly or something?
Weapons: So far, a walking stick and an old rusty dagger, that he found on the edge of the forest in Buckland
Animals: a white pony, named: Star

Appearance: He has brown curly hair, and dark blue eyes. Maeson is usually seen in a green tunic and brown trousers. Always carries a pipe in his shirt pocket, with a pocket full of pipe weed. He never wears shoes, as is the hobbit costume, and has warm fuzy feet.

Personality: Maeson is always willing too help. He walks around with a big smile on his face, especially when his gets a whiff of ale or recently harvested pipe weed.

History: He never knew his mother, but that doesnt stop him from keeping a happy personality. His father, Jaim, takes him on regular trips to visit the hobbits of Bree every once and a while. Aside from Bree, he has never been away from his home. He loved to hear the stories old Bilbo Baggins used to tell everyone (no matter how much they scared him, sometimes).

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Maethoron Sandahón[/glow]

Gender: male
Race: Elf
Height: average elf height
Age: Not worth taking the time to count, looks 24
Place of Residence: Mirkwood
Family: Maethoron son of Manbechir. His sister is Bessain, but neither are aware that either exist.
Powers: Good with animals
Weapons: Two Elven blades, a Mirkwood bow, and dagger
Animals: A white Stallion

Appearance: He is dressed in Mirkwood fashion. Has a long silver cape running down his back. his elven blades are placed about each side of his belt. He doesnt enjoy to place anything about his shoulders, except his bow,quiver, and cloak.

Personality: He earns his living in Mirkwood, training war horses for prince Legolas and his father. He can be very gruff with people, yet gentle when it comes to animals. He is told his father was good with animals as well, though he never knew him. For as long as he can remember, he has dwelled in Mirkwood.

History: He has had too much experience with the world outside of Mirkwood,therefore he chooses to stay in Mirkwood.Outside of Mirkwood he uses the name Rinben. He can fight as well as any elf, he often helps gaurd the cities border's when need be. He is told that he once dwelled in Eregion with his father and sister. He is aware that his father was killed the night of Sauron's seige, and was told that his sister perished also. He seldom travels, but knows his way around most parts of Middle-earth. He is a horse master in training. Trained by Kale Brightblade.

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Gale Harrison[/glow]

Age: 25
Height: 5'8"
Occupation: Military Alchemist
Sex: Female
Code Name: The Harquebus Alchemist

Appearance: Gale is almost ALWAYS in military uniform. Tampering constantly with gunpowder, her uniform is about the only thing she owns that isnt usually being obliterated. She has brown eyes and dark brown hair.

Personality: Though others look down on soldiers for the things they must do under command, this woman is almost never discouraged. If anyone has anything to say about her life, they will no doubt be spitting lead for months afterwards. Single and not looking.

History: Her father dabbled in the ways of alchemy and only used it as a quick way of combining sulfur and coal. As a gun broker, buying new shells was getting too pricy so they recycled their shells. Alchemy was the fastest way of getting gunpowder. When she was old enough to understand the dangers of the blackpowder, Gale's father taught her his trade and what little alchemy he knew.

But, Gale was not like her father, much to his dismay. She resembled her mother in everyway, even more so personality wise. Alchemy intrigued Gale and she worked hard to perfect her father's trade. She soon learned a new way of designing guns, a most valuble trait to a gun broker. Through alchemy she could alter metal and sometimes even change the way the gun worked. When the military heard about this, she was immediately tested for a job in weapons design.

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Brogan "Brute" Taurean[/glow]

DnD RPG

Gender: Male
Race: Human. He might possibly be part giant.
Height: 6'8-9"
Age: 38
Place of Residence: Silverymoon
Family: Parents (deceased) Siblings (unknown)
Weapons: A large double-bladed ax.
Animal Companion: None

Appearance: Brute has jet black hair with a crooked nose that goes overlooked due to his massive size. Standing at about 6'8" with muscles bulging through his clothes, Brogan seems quite the formidable enemy. He wears the same dirty brown longsleeve shirt (that may have been white at one point), with dark brown pants fixed with a black leather belt. With his shirt sleeves almost always rolled halway up his arms, and the rest of it hanging unbuttoned, he resemboles a lumberjack on riot duty with an ax slung over his broad shoulder.

Personality: Poor Brute was born mute. If you were to tease him with "Brute the Mute", he'd likely tear your head off with one hand rather than laugh at himself. Brute maybe an overall violent character, but his lack of speech has taught him to be a good listener. He will show a sensitive side when he wants to.

History: Despite Silverymoon's obvious wealth, it still has its slums. Brute was one unfortunate enough to be born into this world of poverty. His father was said to have had giant blood in him, but it was never fully proven. His mother was tramp who left when Brute was able to look out for himself (around the age of 9).

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Megan Delano[/glow]

Gender: Female
Age: 14
Bloodline: Muggle born.
School/House: Hogwarts-Gryffindor
Wand: 10 inches, Chestnut with Re'em fur
Animals: Would like an owl, but her parents dislike the idea.

Appearance: She stands around 5'3" and weighs 110 lbs. Her hair seems to change color from brown to black in certain angles of light. Her eyes are light brown to complement her tan complexion.

Personality: Megan is usually a pretty helpful person. She sees friends as a priviledge and a responsibilty, and has a habit of relying too much on their opinions. She has a deep love for practical jokes. This often leads her to over do it. If the person shes messing with deserves an apology, she's always more than willing to give one. If not...

[Bessain]

[glow=red,2,300]Auzidor Dionysus[/glow]
Student or teacher: Student
Race: Demon
Age: Around 200 years. Demons are a slow maturing race. He poses as a young man of twenty when in human form.
Gender: Male
Powers: He can fly if he happens to be in his true form, but he usually prefers to appear human.
Personality: Bitter Homosexual. He's quite obviously out of the closet, but its not something he's personally at peace with.
Weapons: His natural affinity with fire tends to come out whether he likes it or not. If threatened, this hotheaded demon tends to leave forest fires in his wake.
Brief History: Auzidor has always enjoyed the human world for all of it's cleverness. The pathetic race has no magic, and yet still finds ways to primitively survive. He finds them all midly amusing. But, humans are a frustrating race as well. Auzidor could only take so much drama. He may or may not be responsible for a good number of the worlds raging forest fires.

He had never really paid much attention to his own world until he started hearing rumors that were told in more of a fairy tale fashion by humans. Auzi has always known ways to get back to his own world. But with the rising troubles of humans, he decided to head back using this mythical gate. Rumors of a school prompted the thought that maybe he'd learn to control his demon side.

[Bessain]

Thane Duvale

Gender: male
Race: Peredhil
Height: 5'11"
Age: 38
Place of Residence:
Family: Has cousins in Mirkwood
Weapons: Sabre and dirk
Occupation: Farrier

Appearance: Dark haired, light eyed. Theres a limp in his left leg and he's missing his little finger on the right hand.

Personality: Clinically insane. The bastard suffers from post-traumatic stress, from a handful of bloody wars. Good luck getting sleep around him. Its a fact that both shames and disgusts the poor fellow.