[Eowyn Skywalker]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? No, not at the Barrow-downs.

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/NO - Which one? Yes, the Green Dragon.

Character profile:

NAME: Hanindur, son of Seragon

AGE: 54

RACE: Human Ranger

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A well battered broadsword, one dagger, and a bow
APPEARANCE: Shorter for a Ranger, around 5"7 with brown hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin color. He always wears a dark green cloak over his worn brown clothes. He doesn't wear much armor, sometimes a coat of chainmail under his tunic, and vambraces, because he is an archer.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is a man of the forests, and can slip through them very quietly for a human, though any hobbit could be quieter. His one weakness is his dedication to family and friends, though it is also a strength, it can be used against him. He is merciful to all but the orcs. With the sword, he is adept, but is better at the bow, for his eye is sharp. Basicly, he is a normal ranger in most aspects.

HISTORY: He grew up in Imladris, with the elves, but never picked up on their language, so he understands it, but cannot speak it well. After the death of his father, he drew away, walking the forests more, and more often, with a shadow over his heart. Because of this, he has a deep hatred to Orcs, and other evil characters. He is very dedicated to all who he is close to.

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Eowyn Skywalker's post

The day was fair in Imladris; the wind rustled the trees and grass. It was fair and bright; all was quiet and peaceful. And in that time, Hanindur, son of Seragon sat, and watched the trees twitch in the wind.

"Why does the weather play such games, when peace is not to be found, and a shadow roams freely in the lands?" asked Hanindur softly. He sat in the shade of the peaceful trees, and watched. The sun shone brightly, and there was little shadow in the hidden valley, beyond that which lay under the trees.

Birds chirped, as if there was nothing in the world to fear. And they have little to fear, thought Hanindur. Why would they fear, when it is us, the men, and elves that must fear them. Anything could be a spy... who knows what watches in the dark shadows of time?

A cloud drifted over the sun, shadowing the area. It was but a cloud, nothing to be feared, but Hanindur jumped. Shadow... fear and doubt. There was something about the shadows that caused him fear now, ever since the death of his father.

It had been all dark that day, and though the sun still shone, it hung heavily, and darkly in his mind. And evermore his thoughts drifted to shadow, and to darkness... the past that was so dark to him now.
He fell into those dark thoughts, and drifted into a world that no longer existed to him, days before his father's death.

A voice cried out in anger.

Hanindur jumped, shaking himself out of his thoughts, and out of the dark times that he had been recalling. "Where are my elves and Rangers?!?" he heard someone shout. It was the voice of Arathorn.

He jumped up, and walked over to where he had heard the vioce shout, and Hanindur realized that much time had passed, as his shadow grew long as he stepped over to Arathorn. "I am here, if you wish for my help, Lord Arathorn," he said, his voice low. "Your Rangers have not abandoned you."

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That do?

-Eowyn Skywalker