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Old 01-09-2004, 10:22 AM   #13
Gorbadic
Pile O'Bones
 
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: a hollow tree
Posts: 22
Gorbadic has just left Hobbiton.
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[[Im here for the game. I hope this is what you wanted.]] I HAVE EDITED THE POST COMPLETLY.well i changed words and stuff

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – NO - Which one? 0

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? none
List them, please: 0
Please note you may play in only 3 games at one time.

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? The Green Dragon Inn

For your character please include:

NAME: Gorbadic Willow

AGE: 28

RACE: Hobbit

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Knife

APPEARANCE: Gorbadic is 3’0” in height and is skinnier than a lot of Hobbits. He has red hair that is curly. He wears a brown cape on his back and some brown fingerless gloves. He has brown eyes. He wears the average Hobbit clothing, a brown vest, and brown shirt and pants. He like most Hobbits does not wear shoes.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Gorbadic has no real strengths and what not he is just a plain Hobbit. Although he is a thief so he is rather clever and sneaky. He is good at taking things he's not supposed too. He loves to spy and watch people. He is sarcastic and always loves a good joke now and then. He tends to play jokes on his friends. He may be a joker but when trouble is around he tries to do what he can to help. Even if he gets hurt or can't do much.

HISTORY: Gorbadic was born and raised in Bree. He was raised by his uncle, Merimas Willow. His parents died in the fields of Bree right after he was born. His parents, Artimiss Willow and mother, Glenny Maplewheel both died when Gorbadic was born in the middle of a Bree field. They were killed by some Wargs who were hunting in the area after tracking a deer for a while. They sat Gorbadic down and tried to fight them off but were killed by the Wargs strong jaws. Baby Gorbadic lay on the ground for two days till a search party came through and picked him up.

The search party was sent by his community looking for his parents. His uncle picked him up and raised him in his ways, he taught him to be a farmer. But Gorbadic's friends taught him to be a thief. To this day Gorbadic loves to travel, steal, and play jokes. Now living in Tuckburrough he owns a small bit of farmland and plants a small patch of corn and wheat. He lives by himself but likes the lonely life. Well not lonely all the time, Gorbadic has a group of friends which he likes to talk to and hang out with when he is really bored. Gorbadic respects his friends and would do anything to help them.
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Gorbadic’s post

Gorbadic walks through the woods towards a friend's house. As he makes his way there he notices a rabbit stuck in a trap. Sadly the rabbit is close to death and can not be saved but Gorbadic does not take that for an excuse not to help. He runs over to the small animal and breaks the trap with all his strength. Picking up the rabbit Gorbadic begins to cry over what has happened to it. The rabbit dies in his hand so Gorbadic takes it to some bushes and wraps some ivy around it and digs a small hole. He sets the rabbit into the hole and covers it up.


Gorbadic knows he has to be at his friend's house soon so he starts to walk a little faster than before, hoping to get there in time. From the faster walking, Gorbadic decides he should take a rest. He walks over to a fallen tree and sits down and then leans back against it. Yawning loudly Gorbadic feels better and starts to drift off to sleep. His head starts to droop over making his hair swing low. He suddenly remembers the meeting and jumps up and begins to walk slower then a jog but faster than a average walk speed.

He sees the house up ahead and notices some people by it. It was his friend's so he walks steady again and makes it there - waving to all his friends and telling what happened just to come over to the house. Gorbadic sits down on the ground and again starts to drift off to sleep when the door opens up. Happily he walks in and finally can relax for once in the day.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 5:22 PM January 12, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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