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Hama Of The Riddermark · 04-26-2004, 01:29 PM

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Legacy Of Traitors, but not finished yet.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One

List them, please: Legacy of Traitors

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? Green Dragon

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For your character please include:

NAME: Owacyn, Ranger

AGE: 35

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: A sword, a longbow and a quiver of arrows. Numerous hidded knives, and dark brown leather armour.

APPEARANCE: Tall, with shoulder length dark brown hair. He has a large scar on the left side of his face, just missing his left eye. He has a white streak of hair growing out of the scar tissue.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: A quiet man, he takes great pleasure in watching others argue, but rarely if ever joins in. He is not easily impressed, and often scorns efforts of others if he is not satisfied. He is married, and his wife lives in Gondor, far away from most of the things he does. She is currently pregnant with his son, Seon, father of Roryn. It constantly preys on his mind, and he is prone to bouts of anger, lapse in attention and sorrow. He is courageous, knowing that he must win honour in battle to die as he wishes. He is rather paranoid, but a good fighter. He refuses to speak of his past, partly because he knows not much himself, and secondly because it might show weaknessess that could be used to exploit him.

HISTORY: Not much is known about him, although it is known that he was born and raised in Arnor. His mother was killed by bandits when he was just ten, and he fled to Rivendell on a pony. It was there he met Elrond, and became friends with his sons. He joined Arathorn on one of his visits to Rivendell at the age of twenty, and has stalwartly fought with him since.

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Owacyn lay on the couch in his room. He looked up at the elf-wrought ceiling and smiled, it was fascinating. He was trying to distract himself with nice things, as he had a bad feeling in his gut about this attack. No matter how hard he tried to dissmiss it it always came back, snapping at his heels and stalking his every step. He constantly thought about Gwendalyne back in Gondor, and his unborn infant. He hoped it would be a son, but right now he doubted if he would be around to see his child born and grow. He wished he could, he wanted to teach him how to ride and fight, to shoot a bow and wield a sword. He sighed as he lay there. So many things were uncertain at this time.

He was just drifiting off to sleep, pondering this venture some more, when he heard Elrohir running past his window, cursing at himself in elvish. He smiled. Elrohir was a good friend and a fine bowman, even if he was prone to make a fool of himself occasionally. He drifted off to sleep, a few of his trepidations were gone, after all he'd be riding with the dunedain's finest, and the sons of Elrond himself. Somewhat content, he closed his eyes...

"Where are my elves and rangers!"

Owacyn sighed as he opened his sleepy eyes, swinging his feet off the bed he slipped his boots on. He slowly walked and stepped out of the door. After all, an hour was a short time really..."I'm here, my Lord" he said almost resignedly. Arathorn scowled at his manner, but did not say anything.

Owacyn sat down on a step and took a long, slender pipe out of his belt and stuffed it with weed. He lit it and sucked in deep, blowing smoke rings as he let it out of his mouth. He was slightly irritated that Arathorn had shouted so loudly, he had been enjoying a nice rest. Maybe he was a little too eager. He lay back and looked up at the sky. "Owacyn!" snapped the voice of Arathorn, "Get up!". Owacyn sighed and raised himself to his feet. "Yes, Lord Arathorn." he said as he went over and stood by the banister, looking out at the waterfall in Rivendell. He saw Elrohir running back, his quiver bristling with arrows, and a few even tucked into his belt, he grinned. "A little over enthusiatic, Elrohir?"

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04-26-2004, 01:29 PM	#3
Hama Of The Riddermark Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 282	1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Legacy Of Traitors, but not finished yet. 2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One List them, please: Legacy of Traitors 3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn or in The White Horse in Rohan? – YES – Which one? Green Dragon ---------------------------------------------------------------- For your character please include: NAME: Owacyn, Ranger AGE: 35 RACE: Human GENDER: Male WEAPONS: A sword, a longbow and a quiver of arrows. Numerous hidded knives, and dark brown leather armour. APPEARANCE: Tall, with shoulder length dark brown hair. He has a large scar on the left side of his face, just missing his left eye. He has a white streak of hair growing out of the scar tissue. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: A quiet man, he takes great pleasure in watching others argue, but rarely if ever joins in. He is not easily impressed, and often scorns efforts of others if he is not satisfied. He is married, and his wife lives in Gondor, far away from most of the things he does. She is currently pregnant with his son, Seon, father of Roryn. It constantly preys on his mind, and he is prone to bouts of anger, lapse in attention and sorrow. He is courageous, knowing that he must win honour in battle to die as he wishes. He is rather paranoid, but a good fighter. He refuses to speak of his past, partly because he knows not much himself, and secondly because it might show weaknessess that could be used to exploit him. HISTORY: Not much is known about him, although it is known that he was born and raised in Arnor. His mother was killed by bandits when he was just ten, and he fled to Rivendell on a pony. It was there he met Elrond, and became friends with his sons. He joined Arathorn on one of his visits to Rivendell at the age of twenty, and has stalwartly fought with him since. ------------------------------------------------------ Hama of the Riddermark's post Owacyn lay on the couch in his room. He looked up at the elf-wrought ceiling and smiled, it was fascinating. He was trying to distract himself with nice things, as he had a bad feeling in his gut about this attack. No matter how hard he tried to dissmiss it it always came back, snapping at his heels and stalking his every step. He constantly thought about Gwendalyne back in Gondor, and his unborn infant. He hoped it would be a son, but right now he doubted if he would be around to see his child born and grow. He wished he could, he wanted to teach him how to ride and fight, to shoot a bow and wield a sword. He sighed as he lay there. So many things were uncertain at this time. He was just drifiting off to sleep, pondering this venture some more, when he heard Elrohir running past his window, cursing at himself in elvish. He smiled. Elrohir was a good friend and a fine bowman, even if he was prone to make a fool of himself occasionally. He drifted off to sleep, a few of his trepidations were gone, after all he'd be riding with the dunedain's finest, and the sons of Elrond himself. Somewhat content, he closed his eyes... "Where are my elves and rangers!" Owacyn sighed as he opened his sleepy eyes, swinging his feet off the bed he slipped his boots on. He slowly walked and stepped out of the door. After all, an hour was a short time really..."I'm here, my Lord" he said almost resignedly. Arathorn scowled at his manner, but did not say anything. Owacyn sat down on a step and took a long, slender pipe out of his belt and stuffed it with weed. He lit it and sucked in deep, blowing smoke rings as he let it out of his mouth. He was slightly irritated that Arathorn had shouted so loudly, he had been enjoying a nice rest. Maybe he was a little too eager. He lay back and looked up at the sky. "Owacyn!" snapped the voice of Arathorn, "Get up!". Owacyn sighed and raised himself to his feet. "Yes, Lord Arathorn." he said as he went over and stood by the banister, looking out at the waterfall in Rivendell. He saw Elrohir running back, his quiver bristling with arrows, and a few even tucked into his belt, he grinned. "A little over enthusiatic, Elrohir?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last edited by Hama Of The Riddermark; 04-27-2004 at 09:43 AM.