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Arestevana · 03-06-2004, 09:20 AM

Mrs. Elsa Whitfoot would like to join the game, if that is alright.

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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES: The Summons, Breelanders All

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 The Green Dragon Inn

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For your character please include:

NAME: Elsa Whitfoot (the Whitfoot mother)

AGE: 48

RACE: Hobbit (Fallohide)

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Elsa is not familiar with most types of weaponry, but like all hobbits she can throw a stone with painful accuracy. She can also be quite formidable with a broom.

APPEARANCE: Elsa has fair skin and a comfortable, slightly plump build. She has curly hair of a pale golden color which she keeps cut to shoulder length. Her eyes are light blue. Elsa is 3 feet, 3 inches in height.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Elsa has a cheerful disposition and is not at all afraid to speak out. She is very protective of her children, and can become almost ferocious if they are threatened. Elsa can also be very ambitious and is often thoroughly stubborn. She loves to garden and cook, and is quite proficient at both. She is intelligent, but can read and write only a little.

HISTORY: Elsa was born in Bree and has lived there her whole life. She married Kalimac Whitfoot the year she came of age, before which she was Elsa Headstrong. Fredigar Headstrong, a deputy of Bree, is a cousin to Elsa, but her parents discouraged friendship between them, disapproving of Fredigar's upbringing. Elsa grew up in a prosperous family. Her parents had great ambitions for their children, and though she is a little more laid back than they were, Elsa has similar ambitions for her own children, Alora and Crispin.

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Arestevana's post

The day was warm and sunshine spilled through the open window of the house. Elsa Whitfoot smiled contentedly as she scrubbed the breakfast dishes. The kitchen door was propped open; the delightful breeze well worth the extra sweeping it would take to clear the wooden floor of leaves. Through the open door, Elsa could hear her daughter Alora playing in the field behind the house.

As she finished drying the last of the dishes, Elsa glanced at the clock on the mantle piece. She knew there was an meeting in the town square, presumably of great importance. She called for Alora, shaking her head fondly as the little girl ran in, laughing. Elsa caught her daughter’s arm and ran a brush through the girl’s hair. When she had brushed most of the grass out, she dusted off Alora’s skirt and tugged her pinafore to make it lay straight. Elsa handed a light coat to her daughter.

“My friends will be there too, right mother?” Alora asked, shrugging into the garment and pulling on her town shoes.

“I suppose they will be.” Elsa replied, grinning at her daughter’s delighted smile.

They left quickly, Elsa pulling the door shut behind them. Her husband Kalimac and their son Crispin were waiting at the end of the lane. Elsa spent a moment trying to secure her son’s hair, but gave up at his annoyed protests. The family walked together to the town’s center. Marcho and Blanco Bolger were speaking to a large crowd of hobbits. They spoke of a new land, providing safety and opportunities for the hobbit-folk. Elsa listened closely, intrigued.

The speech had been going on for some while when Alora caught sight of her friends and begged to be allowed to leave. Elsa consented distractedly, telling her daughter to return when the speech was over. The little girl ran off. Elsa continued to listen to the speakers, watching her husband to see his reaction. She could see Kalimac thinking over the proposal. She found herself hoping that he agreed with the brothers. The thought of moving to a new land was exciting, and she cheered loudly with many others when Marcho finished speaking.

When the speech ended, Alora appeared almost immediately, asking sadly if they had to leave. Elsa glanced at her husband, who was watching the Bolger brothers thoughtfully. She turned back to Alora.
“Yes sweetie, your father and I need to talk about something, and we’d prefer you be home so you can say what you think about our idea. Well, our idea, as well as Blanco and Marcho Bolgers idea.”
Alora sighed, but agreed without complaint, and the family headed home.

03-06-2004, 09:20 AM	#36
Arestevana Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: May 2003 Location: West over water Posts: 486	Mrs. Elsa Whitfoot would like to join the game, if that is alright. _____________________________ Character Description Form: 1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES: The Summons, Breelanders All 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 The Green Dragon Inn _______________________________________ For your character please include: NAME: Elsa Whitfoot (the Whitfoot mother) AGE: 48 RACE: Hobbit (Fallohide) GENDER: Female WEAPONS: Elsa is not familiar with most types of weaponry, but like all hobbits she can throw a stone with painful accuracy. She can also be quite formidable with a broom. APPEARANCE: Elsa has fair skin and a comfortable, slightly plump build. She has curly hair of a pale golden color which she keeps cut to shoulder length. Her eyes are light blue. Elsa is 3 feet, 3 inches in height. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Elsa has a cheerful disposition and is not at all afraid to speak out. She is very protective of her children, and can become almost ferocious if they are threatened. Elsa can also be very ambitious and is often thoroughly stubborn. She loves to garden and cook, and is quite proficient at both. She is intelligent, but can read and write only a little. HISTORY: Elsa was born in Bree and has lived there her whole life. She married Kalimac Whitfoot the year she came of age, before which she was Elsa Headstrong. Fredigar Headstrong, a deputy of Bree, is a cousin to Elsa, but her parents discouraged friendship between them, disapproving of Fredigar's upbringing. Elsa grew up in a prosperous family. Her parents had great ambitions for their children, and though she is a little more laid back than they were, Elsa has similar ambitions for her own children, Alora and Crispin. ___________________________________ Arestevana's post The day was warm and sunshine spilled through the open window of the house. Elsa Whitfoot smiled contentedly as she scrubbed the breakfast dishes. The kitchen door was propped open; the delightful breeze well worth the extra sweeping it would take to clear the wooden floor of leaves. Through the open door, Elsa could hear her daughter Alora playing in the field behind the house. As she finished drying the last of the dishes, Elsa glanced at the clock on the mantle piece. She knew there was an meeting in the town square, presumably of great importance. She called for Alora, shaking her head fondly as the little girl ran in, laughing. Elsa caught her daughter’s arm and ran a brush through the girl’s hair. When she had brushed most of the grass out, she dusted off Alora’s skirt and tugged her pinafore to make it lay straight. Elsa handed a light coat to her daughter. “My friends will be there too, right mother?” Alora asked, shrugging into the garment and pulling on her town shoes. “I suppose they will be.” Elsa replied, grinning at her daughter’s delighted smile. They left quickly, Elsa pulling the door shut behind them. Her husband Kalimac and their son Crispin were waiting at the end of the lane. Elsa spent a moment trying to secure her son’s hair, but gave up at his annoyed protests. The family walked together to the town’s center. Marcho and Blanco Bolger were speaking to a large crowd of hobbits. They spoke of a new land, providing safety and opportunities for the hobbit-folk. Elsa listened closely, intrigued. The speech had been going on for some while when Alora caught sight of her friends and begged to be allowed to leave. Elsa consented distractedly, telling her daughter to return when the speech was over. The little girl ran off. Elsa continued to listen to the speakers, watching her husband to see his reaction. She could see Kalimac thinking over the proposal. She found herself hoping that he agreed with the brothers. The thought of moving to a new land was exciting, and she cheered loudly with many others when Marcho finished speaking. When the speech ended, Alora appeared almost immediately, asking sadly if they had to leave. Elsa glanced at her husband, who was watching the Bolger brothers thoughtfully. She turned back to Alora. “Yes sweetie, your father and I need to talk about something, and we’d prefer you be home so you can say what you think about our idea. Well, our idea, as well as Blanco and Marcho Bolgers idea.” Alora sighed, but agreed without complaint, and the family headed home. Last edited by piosenniel; 03-06-2004 at 11:29 AM.