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Character Description Form:
1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? Cirith Ungol, Hunt for the Dragon (owned), Search for the lost messenger (short role), Setting sails for Valinor
2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? none
List them, please:
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? Both
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For your character please include:
NAME: Merimac Headstrong

AGE: 34

RACE: Hobbit

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Merimac keeps a sling with him at all times and carries a good supply of pebbles and small stones. He also takes a walking staff with him on long trips, with he can use for protection if need be.

APPEARANCE: His curly brown hair is often unkempt due to his forgetfulness. He’s average height for a hobbit, though he’s been known to fit into small tree hollows that other hobbits couldn’t fit into. He has quite a plain appearance, even for a hobbit.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Merimac is a cheerful hobbit, though his mood tends to match that of the weather. He rarely looses his temper, but if he does he could shock even one of the Big Folk into silence with his loud voice. Being helpful is something that Merimac tries hard to do, but he sometimes feels as though he gets in the way. His appetite sometimes gets the better of him, but in times of need he can cut back on eating to preserve food stores. He’s not particularly talkative, and will rarely begin a conversation unless it’s necessary, but he’s willing to listen if someone’s willing to talk. Merimac is always curious about things, and will try to find out more about something he knows little about.

HISTORY: Merimac spent much of his childhood off on adventures around the Shire, often returning to impress the younger hobbits with his tales of getting lost or seeing one of the Big Folk. His childhood was happy, and if asked to recollect an unhappy memory he would not be able to. At his coming-of-age birthday he was sure he beat the record for most blackcurrant tarts eaten, though no one can be sure. He has yet to find a young hobbit girl to settle down with. Merimac has known Tom, Ivy and Melody for many years, though they were never really his closest of friends.
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Elentari’s post:

The snow fell silently from the grey sky, as it had done for a long while now. Merimac Headstrong couldn’t remember any winter having been this cold before, though his memory only stretched back thirty-four years, well, not even that. Food supplies were running dangerously low, and he was glad somebody was finally taking action about it. Tom Bracegirdle had invited him to a meeting at four o’clock that afternoon. Merimac was hoping that there would be some expedition to get more supplies, and he was not disappointed. He arrived with Melody, Ivy and some other hobbits at Tom’s dwelling and took his seat at the dining room table.

Tom explained the plan in much detail to the hobbits, and Merimac was inwardly both excited and nervous about the possible journey ahead. He had never left the Shire before, yet his curiosity soon overcame his fears.

“Now… I trust I will have all your company for the journey?” Tom said in a demanding voice.

Another of the Hobbits present answered for the group, though they seemed nervous and slightly scared of Tom. “Yes err…okay we will come along with you.”

Merimac was about to stand and say farewell, as the meeting seemed to be over, when Tom suddenly began to shout at Melody. Tom was right though, the road was dangerous, but Merimac had learned from childhood scuffles that hobbit lasses are just as capable has hobbit lads when it comes to protecting themselves. However, he said nothing because he did not wish to get involved in an argument with Tom. He knew that Melody would easily persuade Tom to change his mind.

He slipped quietly away from the meeting, for it was now definitely over. The road back to his hobbit-hole was quite icy under the snow, but he managed to keep his balance as he walked slowly along, deep in thought. What should he pack? He’d never been on such a long adventure before. He packed what he thought he’d need, such as some rope, food, extra clothes in case it got even colder, his sling and stones, and his walking stick. Who knows what we might meet on the way to Rivendel, he thought.

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Hope that's ok Nilly.