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09-23-2003, 09:29 AM

Sorry for the delay here is the edited profile.

Name: Elmerith

Age: 30

Race: Man

Gender: Male

Residence: Bree
Relation to: Erimith his brother.

Appearance: Tall (6 ft 6.) with long brown hair. Wears a black tunic under his
uniform, which is composed of chain mail suit and a wear over cloth with Bree's seal on it with the 7th company written on the bottom. He has deep blue eyes.

Weapons: One long sword and a short bow. A quiver of arrows and a hunting knife.

Personality/Strength/Weaknesses: Elmerith is usually a good natured guy unless he is reminded of his parents in which he usually gets into a rage, or lately when he spent forty eight hours on guard duty. He is very suspicious of the hobbits coming into town as they seem strange and alien to him.
History: Elmerith is the son of a ranger of the north. His father died when he
was about twelve years old and he was given his father's sword as his
inheritance. He traveled to Bree where he enlisted as a guard for the cities
gate when he was eighteen. He has grown into an experienced soldier learning
sword fighting and bowman ship from teachers WHOM he pays with his limited wages.

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Fist Post:
Elmerith walked down the various dykes and ditches that surround the little town of Bree. He looked down at them in disgust, "How are we going to defend this city against an organized attack?" he said aloud with frustration. He knew full well that these ditches were the city's main defense against any real army and they were in such poor shape that he didn't think that they would fill up properly to even slow an attack. As he walked down the path he looked out. Dawn was approaching and it was close to the end of his shift. Or at least officially, Usually the person who was supposed to relieve him was too drunk to patrol so he had to do more than his share of guard duty that was debatably the most boring pastime known to man. He sighed and kicked a dirt cloud up. He would report to his superiors about the fact that everyone else was drunk but they were also drunk and so there was nothing else to do but do his duty. He hadn't had sleep for days.

Maybe one of the Halflings could relieve him? He thought that that was unlikely because like his peers they were also overly fond of their ale and food. The whole town didn't seem to care whether they were taken over or not. He kicked up another dirt pile. Hobbits probably weren’t capable of being a guard or a fighter because of their size. All in all they seemed to be a totally useless race, "Why did Illvutar go to the trouble of creating such a useless race? They consume but do not earn anything." he thought.
Dawn broke and so Elmerith made his way back to the guard room where he was going to find yet another drunken guard who needed him to take his place yet again. As he walked on he passed the Prancing Pony which said that a large band of bandits were planning to attack the town. Elmerith cursed, now the city was going to be attacked as he had feared. The city's defenses were in disrepair and he was the only soldier that was fit to fight! He read on notice that the guard was to meet with the hobbits to discuss a defense. "Well at least they are doing something about it. That exceeds my expectations." Elmerith thought dryly. The question was what plan were a bunch of drunks and a few useless hobbits going to think up. Hardly anything that was rationally doable and in enough time probably. He marched into the Prancing Pony in a very foul temper.

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09-23-2003, 09:29 AM	#7
Asa Guest Posts: n/a	Sorry for the delay here is the edited profile. Name: Elmerith Age: 30 Race: Man Gender: Male Residence: Bree Relation to: Erimith his brother. Appearance: Tall (6 ft 6.) with long brown hair. Wears a black tunic under his uniform, which is composed of chain mail suit and a wear over cloth with Bree's seal on it with the 7th company written on the bottom. He has deep blue eyes. Weapons: One long sword and a short bow. A quiver of arrows and a hunting knife. Personality/Strength/Weaknesses: Elmerith is usually a good natured guy unless he is reminded of his parents in which he usually gets into a rage, or lately when he spent forty eight hours on guard duty. He is very suspicious of the hobbits coming into town as they seem strange and alien to him. History: Elmerith is the son of a ranger of the north. His father died when he was about twelve years old and he was given his father's sword as his inheritance. He traveled to Bree where he enlisted as a guard for the cities gate when he was eighteen. He has grown into an experienced soldier learning sword fighting and bowman ship from teachers WHOM he pays with his limited wages. ____________________________________________ Fist Post: Elmerith walked down the various dykes and ditches that surround the little town of Bree. He looked down at them in disgust, "How are we going to defend this city against an organized attack?" he said aloud with frustration. He knew full well that these ditches were the city's main defense against any real army and they were in such poor shape that he didn't think that they would fill up properly to even slow an attack. As he walked down the path he looked out. Dawn was approaching and it was close to the end of his shift. Or at least officially, Usually the person who was supposed to relieve him was too drunk to patrol so he had to do more than his share of guard duty that was debatably the most boring pastime known to man. He sighed and kicked a dirt cloud up. He would report to his superiors about the fact that everyone else was drunk but they were also drunk and so there was nothing else to do but do his duty. He hadn't had sleep for days. Maybe one of the Halflings could relieve him? He thought that that was unlikely because like his peers they were also overly fond of their ale and food. The whole town didn't seem to care whether they were taken over or not. He kicked up another dirt pile. Hobbits probably weren’t capable of being a guard or a fighter because of their size. All in all they seemed to be a totally useless race, "Why did Illvutar go to the trouble of creating such a useless race? They consume but do not earn anything." he thought. Dawn broke and so Elmerith made his way back to the guard room where he was going to find yet another drunken guard who needed him to take his place yet again. As he walked on he passed the Prancing Pony which said that a large band of bandits were planning to attack the town. Elmerith cursed, now the city was going to be attacked as he had feared. The city's defenses were in disrepair and he was the only soldier that was fit to fight! He read on notice that the guard was to meet with the hobbits to discuss a defense. "Well at least they are doing something about it. That exceeds my expectations." Elmerith thought dryly. The question was what plan were a bunch of drunks and a few useless hobbits going to think up. Hardly anything that was rationally doable and in enough time probably. He marched into the Prancing Pony in a very foul temper. [ September 25, 2003: Message edited by: Asa ] [ October 06, 2003: Message edited by: Asa ]