Post by Pinkie on Jul 27, 2007 23:25:53 GMT
Name: Haldir of Lorien
Age: Unknown -- old, very old.
Sex: Male
Appearance: Elvish -- Haldir is tall, elegantly built. His hair is long and of a warm, silvery cast though not quite blonde. He has almond shaped eyes that are earthen in color. Quite a youthful look to his face with soft, smooth cheeks and sweet dimples when he smiles. Haldir is an elf of Lothlorien and wears the silver cloaks of his people - his clothing a mismatched cacophony of browns and greys.
Personality: A little arrogant -- Haldir is defensive of his people. He has their timeless patience but also a streak of urgency when it comes to preserving Lothlorien. He is a gentle man most times, but should he feel threatened, or should he feel his people threatened, Haldir is quick to move, lethal grace striking down those that would dare harm an elf.
Intelligent - Haldir speaks Westron which is not something many elves can boast.
Resourceful and creative. Haldir has a good gut instinct, a honed sixth sense.
Job Description: Marchwarden of Lothlorien.
Race: Elf
Homeworld: Middle-Earth - Lothlorien
History: Haldir is a descendant of Oropher of Mirkwood. He has two brothers - Rúmil and Orophin - both younger than he. Haldir showed great potential in his youth to be one of the wisest Silvan Elves that ever lived. He is quiet about such talents but studied hard - learning languages and skills unknown to most other elves. Archery came as second nature to him and he has had a few hundred years to perfect the art.
Haldir loved once. He was born in Mirkwood but he fell in love with an elf from Lothlorien - Séreméla was her name. She was beauty defined to Haldir but their love was short-lived. Seremela was killed in a skirmish whilst travelling from Mirkwood to Lothlorien after she and Haldir married. Haldir was overwhelmed with grief but could not succumb to it.
He has a destiny -- told to him by Galadriel. He will be the one to defend Lothlorien. The very existance of the Elvish safehold depended on Haldir. A time would come when he would need to sacrifice himself and all that he loved in order to save Lothlorien.
Because of this, he has been sent from Lothlorien to Gondor, despite his protests. He is not sure how he is to protect Lothlorien whilst in Gondor but he has been told by the Lady of the Wood that he will know what to do when the opportunity arises. And so he waits...
Canon/Own character: Ehm -- Canon with a bit of my own creating.
Sample Post:
Haldir felt frustrated. He could not quite place his finger on why he felt such frustration but it was tangible in the set of his shoulders, the crease in his fair brow. Taking a deep breath, the elf turned and looked over his shoulder. There was something coming. He sensed it.
2 years he had been in Gondor and 2 years he had been waiting for this ... thing. He knew not what it was and was coming to the point in thinking where he did not care what it was, he just wished it would show itself so that he could... could..
Rolling his dark eyes, Haldir reached a long fingered hand down to the side of his grey cloak, pulling it forward as he started to walk purposely through the stone streets of Gondor. He still got strange looks from people and very few had tried to acquaint themselves with the strange creature living in their city. Haldir appreciated it, truly. Such fickle, destructive creatures these humans.
Oh some brought their ill to him of course! Elves could heal all manner of wounds, cuold they not? It was logical most of the time. Haldir gave a lopsided smile as he ducked in through the gates of Minis Anor.. Tirith, Minas Tirith, it's new name. He had an audience with good King Denethor and the elf prayed he would survive such a meeting. The King was tempermental at best and demanded such answers that Haldir did not possess.
OOC Name: Pinkie
