[Kates Frodo Temp]

Hope you guys don't mind a novice!

Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? –NO

Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? YES

Which one? The Green Dragon

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NAME: Ainemetion

AGE: 675

RACE: Silvan

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A pair of long knives, with handles of deer antler. They were a gift from his uncle at his birth, and Ainemetion is never without them. He often practices alone, but has never had a chance to use the weapons in combat.

APPEARANCE: Fairly tall (6’4”) with long, tawny hair and very dark eyes, nearly black. He wears a plain brown tunic and is always barefoot.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ainemetion is known for his quiet, acquiescent personality, and is considered a pushover. In truth, his attitude is not indicative of a lack of courage, but of a natural respect and submission. Ainemetion is truly passionate, and stands firm in his beliefs. However, he rarely sees profit in argument or battle.

Though he secretly longs to prove himself, he is content to appear passive until his time comes. This behavior makes him a disappointment to his parents. His mother is affectionate, but Ainemetion senses her secret dissatisfaction. His father is openly disapproving, and treats his strange son with contempt.

When Ainemetion does speak to and issue it is with power and conviction. Though he may be full of misgivings, he will hardly ever back down once he has finally taken a stand. His speech is resplendent with the knowledge he has gained in many years of watching others and listening to their discussion.

His mind is never idle, and Ainemetion can often be found in rapt contemplation, perhaps solving some imagined problem or conflict. This causes him to seem quixotic and oblivious, and maybe he his.
HISTORY: Ainemetion was born to Galanduin, an expert sword smith, and Evien, a smalltime healer. Both parents wanted a gifted child to help them in their work. Obviously, they were equally disappointed. Their son was born small and weak, and grew to be a quiet, daydreaming boy with no apparent talents.

Always aware of his parent’s displeasure, Ainemetion came to expect rejection. At first, he became servile and fawning, forever trying to earn approval of others. Of course this repulsive behavior did not get him any friends. Finally, he gave up on gaining friends, and turned to the peace and seclusion of the wood for comfort.

Since that choice, Greenwood has been family and friends to Ainemetion. He has a deep sense of devotion to the beasts and plants of the wood, and loves all as brothers. The quickest way to earn Ainemetion’s displeasure is to insult or harm anything living in Greenwood. He is just as loving towards the Elves of his home, for he has always believed that he was unacceptable, rather than that others were not accepting. This is, in a way, true, because his problem is one of not considering himself good enough.

One Elf has helped and supported Ainemetion since the day of his birth. His uncle, Annúneldaion, loved Ainemetion and saw something in him his parents did not. Annúneldaion has not openly befriended his nephew, but preferred to wait for Ainemetion to realize that he must take a stand and make his own way. Ainemetion always sensed that he had a friend in his uncle, and strove to please him.

Unfortunately, Annúneldaion is one of the Elves who have disappeared. When Ainemetion realizes what must be done, he will stop at nothing to avenge his uncle and shield others from the same fate. But first, he has to rise above 675 years of passive silence in two hours.

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Kates Frodo Temp's post

The tall, well-built Elf named Ainemetion was just returning from a solitary walk in the wood. It was so beautiful in springtime, he could hardly keep away! Everything was so fresh, so alive!
When he reached home, Ainemetion was puzzled to see his father at the door to greet him.

“Council,” he growled. “You should go.”

“Oh, yes! Go!” His mother, Evien, rejoined.

“Alright. I’ll see you when I get back.” The door slammed shut.

Ainemetion slipped quietly into the Council hall, hoping he had not disturbed the other, far older Elves. He took an empty seat and settled in, preparing to hear what he knew would be a lengthy and intriguing conversation. He expected the council was concerned with the strange disappearance of several of the best Elf warriors. Ainemetion listened as a respected Elf named Ceros began to speak.

“Friends of old, I know what must be done. A company of nine shall patrol to the depths of the wood to unveil this mystery that consumes our realm. I propose that--

Ainemetion sat silently for a moment, staring at the intrepid Ceros. Did he really believe anyone would accompany him? Even if they did, what made the hotheaded Elf think they would come back? Ainemetion was the last one to reject a plan to protect his beloved home, but this was insane! He could not keep silent.

“Hold a moment! This is dangerous!” protested Ainemetion, leaping to his feet. “It is madness to explore something we know so little about. No one who has met this peril has lived. It is insanity to risk the lives of yet more people.” His brow furrowed in disturbance as he glanced around the room for support. Another came to his aid.
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[ July 04, 2003: Message edited by: Kates Frodo Temp ]