[Orual]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Search for the Book, Quest for the Ainereg (co-owner), Escape from Nurn, Shadow of the Star*, Holiday in the Sun, The Hobbit's Gift, Corsets and Corsairs*
(*Did not finish because of my hiatus)

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? None

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES - Both, and once or twice at the Seventh Star.

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For your character please include:

NAME: Óin

AGE: Unknown, but around middle-age

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A hand-to-hand combat axe, naturally, but he is also more than capable of using a short sword. He can use throwing axes, but he is quite short of any mastery of the weapon. At anything else, however, he is utterly inept.

APPEARANCE: A little tall for a Dwarf, Óin's dark brown beard is specked with grey. His solemn, thoughtful eyes are dark green, and his old cloak is brown. He wears a plain, stout leather belt at which his axe is hung, and is generally disinclined to wear anything that is not functional.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Óin is precise and methodical, the type who thinks things out from all angles before making a decision. He has seen what he considers enough and feels that it is his right to be a little grumpy because of it, and often indulges in brief periods of self-pity, if only in private or to his closest friends. To others he appears quiet and withdrawn. He has been called dull by a few, but perhaps cautious would be a better word: his sense of adventure a little dulled by his experiences in the Battle of Five Armies. He is reliable and loyal, as well as (usually) even-tempered, but he is not adept at making split-second decisions, and he lacks real leadership skills.

HISTORY: Óin was the son of Gróin, an important figure in the royal geneologies of the Dwarves, who could trace his ancestry to Durin. His home was a comfortable one, but he could not resist the call of Smaug's stolen gold and vengeance, and followed Thorin in his famous journey. Somewhat sobered by the events of said journey, he was proud of his accomplishments, but spoke of them little, instead keeping to himself more.

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Orual's post

"Foolishness and adolescent posturing, that's what this is," Óin grumbled, shoving a faded and stained shirt into his pack. His brother, Glóin, looked on as he did so, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"If it's so foolish, then why are you packing already? Has Balin even approached you about going with him?" Glóin asked, stepping up to his brother.

Óin looked up indignantly. "It's assumed, isn't it?" he said. "Balin knows I'll have to go with him to make sure he doesn't make a fool of himself, at least more than he already has. No invitation is necessary, and I'm surprised that you even ask." He went back to packing. "You can't possibly imagine that I'd let Balin tromp off to Moria alone like some addle-brained Man off to seek glory and death, can you? War and danger we've already seen together. I'd be the fool if I didn't follow him."

Glóin did not reply, and Óin continued packing. Finally he brought out his old cloak, the very same brown cloak that he had worn to old Bilbo Baggins' house that first day. His fingers ran over the worn wool, feeling the patches and the tears he hadn't bothered to fix, and images flashed through his head of all the events that had caused the rents and stains and general raggedness of the cloak. A nostalgic smile slid unbidden onto his face, and he folded it gently, but did not pack it. He would need it.

He turned to his brother. "Besides, it's about time I go on another adventure. Makes a dwarf get soft, sitting around in safety all the time." Glóin smiled and clapped his brother on the shoulder. Óin shrugged away irritably.

"Not to say that I think it's a good idea, mind you. I'm just going along for Balin's sake."

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