Post by Ivorwen Meneldil on Feb 19, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
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[/font]Lay Down your sweet and weary head[/font]
xI pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know.
Name:
Ivorwen Aerin Meneldil
Age:
27
Race:
Men
Alliance:
Good
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History:
Ivorwen Aerin Meneldil was born on Afteryule (January) 31st, 2991 of the Third Age. Life begin for her in her families home in a village on the coast of South Gondor to her parents Eärnur and Lalaith Meneldil. She would be the couples first and final child due to the birth left her mother childless and would forgo never having anymore children. Despite the bad news the couple looked on their daughter as their gift in life. She was raised by her mother, who was the typical housewife and later in life her grandmother, Haleth Gorlim, who lived miles away in Minas Tirith. Her father was the villages only blacksmith and therefore worked long hours up until well passed sunset working on swords or other things for horses and stuff. Ivorwen as a young child usually abandon her friends to go watch her father work curious to know what he was doing. Although many occasions her father welcomed her company and allowed her to fetch certain objects and yet she usually brought him something to eat. She was a very sweet young child learning things at a young age.
Sadly, sadness struck the family when her mother passed away after coming very ill and unable to make the trip to Minas Tirith to seek help. Ivorwen was only thirteen at the time and became withdrawn with a very broken heart. For many months after Ivorwen had the difficultly of fitting in or keeping up. She often got into trouble when people her age bullied her or bashed her family. Of course she was punished for punching a few guys, but within a few years she helped her father pack up the wagon and make their journey to live with her grandmother at her home in the city. With her grandmother's teachings and patient heart, Ivorwen grew into an intelligent, but helpful young lady with the hope of her nation being led into a brighter future. With help she found her father work as a blacksmith that helped forge swords and among other things for Gondor's Army. She studied on how swords feel and their movements by practicing with them and relaying how they were to her father in order to help him out.
On her seventeenth birthday, her father made her a special sword that fitted a woman of her height and defense which she loved and now carries with her at all times practicing it daily, but that happiness was soon shattered by a double hitter. At first the news of Sauron's return plagued the nation and second, the sudden death of her grandmother Haleth. Now at twenty-seven, she is living in the city that is facing the darkening clouds of Mordor. She has begun to hope for a end to all of this and has faith that the Fellowship will see through their quest although she has secretly left Minas Tirith to go and join them knowing that they need more people that they can get into succeeding their mission to destroy the ring.
Appearance:
hair, her hair is dark brown with hangs in curls down pass her shoulders. her hair is usually pulled back in a typical style that doesn't let her hair hang in her face.
eyes, her eyes are almost almond shaped in a beautiful blue color which are framed by long dark eyelashes
build and body, in height she stands about the average height of 5 feet and six inches, she has a slender but lean body due to her workout with her father's swords and heredity.
Weapons:
She carries a light weight and flexible sword that her father especially made for her with his own two hands.
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Role Play Sample:
It hadn't been long since the carriage had rolled out of the gates of the palace of Cambridge. The Duke, Charles Whitmore, stood there a moment longer seeing out of a small window, a wave from his beloved niece, who was bound for another household. A royal one that that. Queen Katherine had heard great things about her and actually had seen her perform on a few occasions. So she invited his niece to court to become one of her many ladies in-waiting which she accepted and she would be the youngest of all the ladies, but the intelligent as well. It didn't seem to be long since he took her in, her parents and siblings claimed by the sweating sickness which had bruised her life so much and now after so many years she had blossomed into a fine and beautiful young lady that he was proud of, but he would miss her now that her home would be at court. He gave a wave back, seeing the small visible outline of his niece's face, who watched him until he retreated back into the palace. Elizabeth sighed as her uncle and the palace disappeared ever so slowly behind her. She would no longer call that palace home since the court was her home now. She had accepted the invitation to become a Queen's lady and would do her best to serve her majesty in the highest respect that she had.
Elizabeth leaned back on the velvet cushions of the carriage seat with her hands folded on her gold and green dress, her blue clear eyes gazed out of the window next to her watching the pleasant city of Cambridge roll by her as if it was bidding a tearful farewell to her. Soon the city was behind her and nothing, but countryside laid out before her. This was where Hampton Court laid. Buried deep in the rolling hills and lush forestry that she passed. She had never been this far out of Cambridge or even London. She only been to Whitehall and recently Greenwich a few years ago, but never to Hampton which was newly built, but she had heard alot about it. Within moments of this thought, the palace sprung up before her as if it was summoned. Elizabeth leaned out of the window watching getting a good look of the place as the carriage passed through the black iron gates bearing the Tudor signa on the archway. She had never seen a place like this before and it was very beautiful.
As the carriage rolled through another archway which gave way to a courtyard where the carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of the doors of the palace which had people coming and going. A few stood by noticing that the carriage of the Duke of Cambridge had come. Her uncle was a respected man at court and wished that she would be respected as well. Elizabeth was very well able to protect herself with not only her mouth, but with a sword. So she could protect herself. The footman opened the carriage and helped her out. She looked up at the palace as she stood there for a moment before she walked passed those that stood there. They gave her a slight bow of the head as she passed them and through the doors of the palace. She stood there not knowing who to call for, but the Queen did say that someone would be there to escort her to her majesty's chambers, so for now she stood near a large tapestry waiting for the woman that would escort her to Queen Katherine.
Elizabeth leaned back on the velvet cushions of the carriage seat with her hands folded on her gold and green dress, her blue clear eyes gazed out of the window next to her watching the pleasant city of Cambridge roll by her as if it was bidding a tearful farewell to her. Soon the city was behind her and nothing, but countryside laid out before her. This was where Hampton Court laid. Buried deep in the rolling hills and lush forestry that she passed. She had never been this far out of Cambridge or even London. She only been to Whitehall and recently Greenwich a few years ago, but never to Hampton which was newly built, but she had heard alot about it. Within moments of this thought, the palace sprung up before her as if it was summoned. Elizabeth leaned out of the window watching getting a good look of the place as the carriage passed through the black iron gates bearing the Tudor signa on the archway. She had never seen a place like this before and it was very beautiful.
As the carriage rolled through another archway which gave way to a courtyard where the carriage slowly pulled to a stop in front of the doors of the palace which had people coming and going. A few stood by noticing that the carriage of the Duke of Cambridge had come. Her uncle was a respected man at court and wished that she would be respected as well. Elizabeth was very well able to protect herself with not only her mouth, but with a sword. So she could protect herself. The footman opened the carriage and helped her out. She looked up at the palace as she stood there for a moment before she walked passed those that stood there. They gave her a slight bow of the head as she passed them and through the doors of the palace. She stood there not knowing who to call for, but the Queen did say that someone would be there to escort her to her majesty's chambers, so for now she stood near a large tapestry waiting for the woman that would escort her to Queen Katherine.
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