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piosenniel · 02-08-2004, 11:43 AM

Since the game has lost one of its Hobbits - Gorbadic, I am going to fill the Hobbit spot.

Here's my character bio, and post is now up on the game for Madoc.
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NAME: Madoc Willow – second cousin to Gorbadic Willow

AGE: 37

RACE: Hobbit

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Stout blackthorn walking stick; sling with a small pouch of rounded rocks for missiles; small knife used for skinning coneys

APPEARANCE: Of average height for a Hobbit of his age, brown curly hair, and brown eyes. Normally a quite stout Hobbit, he has grown lean during the extended winter. His clothes hang loosely on him; brown breeches, homespun shirt, black vest, and a worn, ankle length dark brown cloak.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is an even dispositioned lad, easy to be around, except for the fact he likes to play practical jokes. In these hard times, tempers are short and Madoc has been careful not to push his friends and neighbors too far. He is an excellent hunter and has a green thumb when it comes to his garden. Often shares the surplus of his hunting ventures and the garden with his neighbors. Unfortunately, there is little game to hunt and the soil so frozen that nothing will grow. He has a tin whistle on which he can passably play a number of favorite Shire tunes. And is a fair dancer, especially after a pint or two.

HISTORY: Born and raised in Tuckburrough. His Da passed away just last month, caught a cold that settled in his lungs and never recovered. Food was scarce as were medicinal herbs, and the poor man just faded away. Since then, Madoc has taken care of his aging Mother, Pearl, and his younger sister, Prisca, who is thirty five. Their pantry is growing quite bare and Madoc has found himself ranging farther and farther afield for what game he can find.

He has heard of the expedition being got up to venture to Bree for supplies and wishes to go along.

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Off to Bree, then!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

02-08-2004, 11:43 AM	#73
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Since the game has lost one of its Hobbits - Gorbadic, I am going to fill the Hobbit spot. Here's my character bio, and post is now up on the game for Madoc. _____________________________________________ NAME: Madoc Willow – second cousin to Gorbadic Willow AGE: 37 RACE: Hobbit GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Stout blackthorn walking stick; sling with a small pouch of rounded rocks for missiles; small knife used for skinning coneys APPEARANCE: Of average height for a Hobbit of his age, brown curly hair, and brown eyes. Normally a quite stout Hobbit, he has grown lean during the extended winter. His clothes hang loosely on him; brown breeches, homespun shirt, black vest, and a worn, ankle length dark brown cloak. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is an even dispositioned lad, easy to be around, except for the fact he likes to play practical jokes. In these hard times, tempers are short and Madoc has been careful not to push his friends and neighbors too far. He is an excellent hunter and has a green thumb when it comes to his garden. Often shares the surplus of his hunting ventures and the garden with his neighbors. Unfortunately, there is little game to hunt and the soil so frozen that nothing will grow. He has a tin whistle on which he can passably play a number of favorite Shire tunes. And is a fair dancer, especially after a pint or two. HISTORY: Born and raised in Tuckburrough. His Da passed away just last month, caught a cold that settled in his lungs and never recovered. Food was scarce as were medicinal herbs, and the poor man just faded away. Since then, Madoc has taken care of his aging Mother, Pearl, and his younger sister, Prisca, who is thirty five. Their pantry is growing quite bare and Madoc has found himself ranging farther and farther afield for what game he can find. He has heard of the expedition being got up to venture to Bree for supplies and wishes to go along. _____________________________________________ Off to Bree, then!! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.