[Himaran]

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES
Which ones? The Hobbit’s Gift, The Road to Erebor, Quest for the Ainereg, Sailing Away, The Summons, In the Shadow of the Star, Flight from Rohan, Resettling the Lost Kingdom, The Ambassador’s Son, Search for Rhun.

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? One. Search for Rhun finishes in two days, but Resettling the Lost Kingdom is not quite done.

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

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For your character please include:

NAME: Dwali - he cannot remember his last name.

AGE: 43, young for a dwarf.

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Dwali carried only a steel axe with him on his travels, but it was taken from him after his capture. Although he lacks experience in hand to hand combat, he is deadly with a knife; and after stealing one from a guard (who was slightly too close to the cell door) Dwali hid it in his cell. Perhaps it will eventually come to good use.

APPEARANCE:

Dwali is of average height for a dwarf and fairly thin. His eyes, once a piercing green hue, have slow decayed into a dark grey; which now display nothing but emptiness and sorrow. Numerous scars cover his strong frame, as he underwent particularly painful torture after he refused to give information to his captors. His hands, always slightly out of proportion with the rest of his body, now look anything but normal on his skinny wrists. Although several years of travelling had rewarded him with a muscular body, the young dwarfs appendages have lost their luster from lack of food and exercise. Dwali's clothing is better than most in the prison, as he has been their a shorter time. His brown tunic and pants have several tears, but are far from tattered rags.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

Hate is all that Dwali has known for his entire existance. The day that he returned to his camp as a child and found the mangled bodies of his two parents, a seething passion was woken in his heart; one of rage and anger. The dwarf is still young, and his emotions flunctuate; sometimes he can be quiet and thoughtful immediately before flying into a loud tirade while attacking animals and even trees with his weapon. He does not understand suffering or death, nor does he even know who he hates. The dwarf wants revenge to the point that it has become a general mindset in his life; one not directed at any single being. Spending three years in a dungeon has somewhat improved his behavior, and calmed him to the a point near sanity, but his new personality is one of sarcasm and pessimism. He believes that his and every other being's death is imminent, causing him to be virtually fearless of darkness and death.

HISTORY:

Dwali devoted five years of his life to hunting down the orc band which destroyed his family, and became a skillful tracker and warrior in the process. But after savagely killing every member of the orcish party and retrieving his parent's few stolen possessions, he did not find the rest his inner soul so longed for. The dwarf became a drifter and a wanderer, without knowledge of his relatives or of current events. Nor did he care about such things; for in his mind the act of loving something was but a weakness. Thus it was that Dwali continued south; and he past though many lands over many years. Eventualy he came to Gondor, but
decided to avoid it and instead passed through Ithilien. It was there, on the eastern edge of that great forest, that he was captured by a scouting party from Morder. All the dwarf can remember after that fateful day is darkness. The all-encompasing blackness of stone, dungeons, and death.

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Himaran's post

Dwali sat in the back of his small cell, listening to the sounds of battle coming from all directions. Such a horrid clamor did not bother, nay, even affect him; for it could only mean that some worse evil was approaching. Perhaps it is finally time to die. Time to leave this world of darkness... and enter another. Relaxing against the cold stone in a relatively calm fashion, Dwali contemplated what was to come.
Maybe it was the great spider they had spoken of, Shelob, or another rival orc army. Then the thought that it was a force from Gondor flickered through his mind, but the dwarf tried to ignore it. The mind is deceitful. It leads to hope, and hope slowly turns to reality. He shifted his postion, trying to find a comfortable spot on the rough prison wall.

And reality... is darkness. And death.

Although only a prisoner in Morder for three years, Dwali spent much of his time brooding in the inky blackness of his underground cell. He had been tortured for information about his race after arriving at the tower, but had since been left alone to guess his painful end; fed on scraps more putrid than orc fare. The dwarf's personality, already frayed since the murder of his parents, had molded into one of pessimism, sarcasm, and an assurance that his death was imminent. But on that particular day, Dwali's demise was not to be.

As the screams and clangs of metal began to fade, another sound caught the dwarf's keen ears. It was that of a key turning in a lock, and a rusty door swinging open. And then realization dawned -- it was his door! Dwali stood quickly, trying to recognize his rescuer (or murderer, more likely). It was a young man, but his other features were hidden by the darkness of the cavern. "You are free," he wispered. "Follow me, there are others."

Ignoring the nagging thought that it could be a trap, Dwali stepped out of his chamber. It was probably all some sort of trick, and he would soon be beaten and returned to his tiny prison; but even to be out for a few minutes would be worth it. Then he stopped, and hurried back inside. The dwarf felt around the bottom of the wall, hands digging and feeling about in a frantic manner. Then his left hand hit cold steel, and he pulled it out gingerly. There, it a hidden crack, was the knife he had stolen from a nearby guard over a year before. Perhaps it would be of some use afterall.

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Hope this works! And thanks for being patient.

Himaran