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The Perky Ent · 08-15-2004, 04:45 AM

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Well, I just finished my RPG, and this looks good, so why not give it a shot

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Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one?

• Last Hope for Moria
• Land of Darkness
• Last Ride of the Heir

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

List them, please: Currently, none

Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case-by-case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.)

3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES
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For your character please include:

NAME: Arthur Lightheart

AGE: Twenty-six

RACE: Rohirric Human

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Arthur carries two small daggers around his waist. Both are leather bound and always sharp. Arthur also carries a short sword he won from a stranger who he gambled with at the White Horse Inn. Its blade is very sharp and smooth. The hilt had a very small crystal embossed, but Arthur later took it out and sold it. Arthur also carries a small, hand-sized club, which he used to knock out Sandrina. It’s smooth and rock hard texture makes it very dangerous.

APPEARANCE: Like his father, Arthur is tall, reaching 5’7”, and also broad shouldered. He has deep, dark blue eyes and very strong. His stature implies that given the choice of fighting or negotiating, Arthur would choose brute force. Young, quick, and agile, Arthur is in the peak of his physical prime. He has dark hair, and shows little face expression. His nose is very large, and his eyes aren’t perfectly centered. He also has a small scar running across the top of his brow. Arthur is clearly someone you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Harold imprinted much of his ideals into his sons very strongly. Arthur is bright, but does not apply himself. He often doesn’t think things through well enough, and has logic problems. Although he has the personality of a thug, Arthur has a small soft side. He enjoys smoking a good pipe. Harold has molded Arthur into a “failed experiment”. While his father tried to teach Arthur to be aware of everything, and not take things for granted, Arthur never paid attention to it, which is partly the reason for Sandrina. Arthur’s temper can be fierce, but is often more sarcastic. Although not as quick as his father, Arthur still takes caution to things that would involve him personally.

HISTORY: Arthur was born the year his parents were married. He spent much time with his father, and almost no time with his mother. All his life, Arthur took under his father’s wing and began hearing of many of his values. Arthur wasn’t very old when his grandparents died. After their deaths, Arthur became Harold’s henchman and accomplice, doing work for his father.

Arthur always was polite to his cousin and his uncle. When his father told him it would come in handy in the future, he followed his advice. It has led the entire Lightheart family to trust him, which makes Arthur a powerful ally to Harold. Much of his life Arthur has been doing easy cores for his uncle, doing it without complaining. Though his father hates the idea of getting the easy work, Arthur never minded that much, and continued to do it. Sometimes, even when not asked.

In an attempt to change Arthur, Harold sent him on a quest to get a small piece of gold from the roof of the golden hall. While there, Arthur spent many nights in the White Horse Inn, and won a sword of a stranger. On Arthur’s third attempt to get a piece of gold, he slipped on a small patch of snow and hit his head on a rail. It gave him his scar on his forehead. Finally giving up, Arthur sold the diamond from his sword for money to buy a piece of gold and forge it in the shape of a piece of gold form the roof.

Upon returning to his home, Arthur was greatly appreciated by his father, and was held in higher respect. When the perfect time for Harold’s plan came, Arthur and his brother escorted Sandrina into the woods. There, Arthur took his club and beat her several times, while Samuel covered her in blood. Thinking Arthur had killed her, the two brothers returned home, where they were greatly rewarded.

A year after, when Harold became the landlord of the Lightheart estate, Arthur was rewarded with one of the best pieces of land, and a large sum of money. For the years in safety, Arthur has been living a peaceful, rich life. But Sandrina and Henry will change all that.

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Arthur began the day as he normally did after his father owned the Lightheart Estate. He smoked a pipe on a hillside. With the money his father had given him, plus the extra money Arthur had acquired from selling the crystal from his sword, he was a rich man. Rich enough to get Old Toby shipped in every month. Thanks to King Éomer Éadig’s friendship with hobbits of the Shire, he learned of the many fabulous pipe-weeds and began importing them. Arthur, being a wealthy man, could import it from Edoras to the Lightheart Estate. For this morning, the Toby was particularly good.

“Ah! I’ve been missing out on the good life all these years! This is truly heaven!” Arthur said, putting the pipe down to watch the view. Under the hill, he saw two young boys fighting. “This should be interesting!” Arthur said, as he laughed down the hill.

Coming down the hill, he saw two boys fighting over a coin. “It’s mine!” one said. “No, it’s mine! I won it!” the other said. Arthur couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” the first boy said, who was slightly large than the other. “What’s funny is that your fighting over something you don’t even have!” Arthur said, flexing his muscles. “It’s none of yours! It’s mine!” Arthur said, snatching the coin from the boys.

“Hey! Give that back!” “It’s ours!” the boys said, but Arthur was already halfway up the hill. “Survival of the fittest!’ Arthur shouted down at them, flipping the coin with his thumbs, and putting his pipe away. “Time to put this one with the rest of em!” Arthur said, heading for his house.

On the way, he had to cross his father’s house. He couldn’t really call it a house. It was more of a small mansion. Being the sole owner of the land had been very good to him. While crossing the yard, he saw Harold rush over on his horse, which seems as if it was going to collapse. “Get Samuel and come to my study,” said Harold thickly, not bothering to hide his anger. “But first spread word to my men that they are to meet and wait for me behind the house as soon as possible.” Arthur did not hesitate.

Arthur ran to the stables, which were nearby, and grabbed a horse. Riding down the grass, Arthur rode several miles until he reached a very small tavern run by friends of the Lighthearts. Inside the tavern, Arthur walked past the entrance and the main room, to a small room in the back of the building. In the room, there were twelve men gambling, all shady characters. “My father has requested an early meeting!” Get your horses and meet him behind his house. Something bad has happened.” Instantly, the men gathered their money, their cards, and their loaded dice, and rode out to Harold’s house.

“Now where are you, brother?” Arthur said, riding to Samuel’s house. Avoiding being polite by knocking on the door, Arthur kicked the door open. Inside, he saw Samuel resting. “Get up brother!” Arthur said, hitting Samuel very hard on the shoulder. “Father brings tidings of bad news!” Immediately, they both got their horses and set back for Harold’s house.

When Arthur and Samuel finally made their way to Harold’s study, Harold exploded. “Sandrina is alive. How hard could it have been to kill a weak, foolish girl? And yet you two seem incapable of even that task! Do you realize what this will cost us? Your error is forcing us to flee the property, because if we stay, Henry will come and kill us. That girl that you could have killed - should have been killed - is alive, and when she makes her way back to Henry he will come after us. No more Lightheart business for us! We won’t even be working here anymore! Instead we are forced to flee like cowards. Now, go and join my men behind the house. If you have something to say to me, you can say it there. I will be there shortly.” Harold was so mad that he was quivering slightly. He sat for a moment to calm down a bit and collect his thoughts. Then he got up and followed his sons outside.

Samuel and Arthur stood a little apart from the rest. Harold ran his cold blue eyes over everyone; silently making sure everyone was there, each one shifting uneasily when his gaze rested on him. When he was satisfied, he began to speak, his voice quieter than it had been for his boys, but holding no less intensity or anger. “In case you have not heard, Sandrina is alive.” This news brought murmurs from the group. “We can no longer stay here, or else Henry will come back, and do not expect him to have any mercy on any of you! We must leave, but before we go we are going to carry off everything that we can possibly take from this estate.” “The other thing that needs to happen is someone needs to get rid of Sandrina once and for all. Someone more capable than my sons seemingly are,” said Harold with a pointed glare at Arthur and Samuel. “One or two of you should suffice. Now, does anyone have any ideas, thoughts, or opinions?”

Arthur thought for a moment, and then said, “The girl did slip through our grasps, but it won’t happen again. We know what we need to do. I beat her, instead of stabbing her. I gave her that, as my cousin. A favor, which I will not give again! We’ll ambush her, and stab her. She won’t get away.” Arthur thought very proudly of the statement, until Harold interjected, “You think she’ll just be wandering alone. She’s probably having a guard with her! There’s probably going to be five people with her, helping her get home! Not to mention Henry! Think before you open your mouth!”

Arthur pounded his fist in his hand, and then said, “What about mercenaries? If they do come for us, why not prepare a trap? What if we hire mercenaries to fight them?”

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08-15-2004, 04:45 AM	#14
The Perky Ent Maniacal Mage Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side! Posts: 3,297	Seekers of Truth Profile Well, I just finished my RPG, and this looks good, so why not give it a shot _______________________________________ Character Description Form: 1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES - Which one? • Last Hope for Moria • Land of Darkness • Last Ride of the Heir 2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? List them, please: Currently, none Please note you may play in only 2 (TWO) Shire games at one time. Exceptions to this may be made for this on a case-by-case basis by the Shire Moderators. (The Green Dragon Inn DOES NOT count as a game for this.) 3.) Have you posted in The Green Dragon Inn – YES ____________________________________________ For your character please include: NAME: Arthur Lightheart AGE: Twenty-six RACE: Rohirric Human GENDER: Male WEAPONS: Arthur carries two small daggers around his waist. Both are leather bound and always sharp. Arthur also carries a short sword he won from a stranger who he gambled with at the White Horse Inn. Its blade is very sharp and smooth. The hilt had a very small crystal embossed, but Arthur later took it out and sold it. Arthur also carries a small, hand-sized club, which he used to knock out Sandrina. It’s smooth and rock hard texture makes it very dangerous. APPEARANCE: Like his father, Arthur is tall, reaching 5’7”, and also broad shouldered. He has deep, dark blue eyes and very strong. His stature implies that given the choice of fighting or negotiating, Arthur would choose brute force. Young, quick, and agile, Arthur is in the peak of his physical prime. He has dark hair, and shows little face expression. His nose is very large, and his eyes aren’t perfectly centered. He also has a small scar running across the top of his brow. Arthur is clearly someone you wouldn’t want to run into in a dark alley. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Harold imprinted much of his ideals into his sons very strongly. Arthur is bright, but does not apply himself. He often doesn’t think things through well enough, and has logic problems. Although he has the personality of a thug, Arthur has a small soft side. He enjoys smoking a good pipe. Harold has molded Arthur into a “failed experiment”. While his father tried to teach Arthur to be aware of everything, and not take things for granted, Arthur never paid attention to it, which is partly the reason for Sandrina. Arthur’s temper can be fierce, but is often more sarcastic. Although not as quick as his father, Arthur still takes caution to things that would involve him personally. HISTORY: Arthur was born the year his parents were married. He spent much time with his father, and almost no time with his mother. All his life, Arthur took under his father’s wing and began hearing of many of his values. Arthur wasn’t very old when his grandparents died. After their deaths, Arthur became Harold’s henchman and accomplice, doing work for his father. Arthur always was polite to his cousin and his uncle. When his father told him it would come in handy in the future, he followed his advice. It has led the entire Lightheart family to trust him, which makes Arthur a powerful ally to Harold. Much of his life Arthur has been doing easy cores for his uncle, doing it without complaining. Though his father hates the idea of getting the easy work, Arthur never minded that much, and continued to do it. Sometimes, even when not asked. In an attempt to change Arthur, Harold sent him on a quest to get a small piece of gold from the roof of the golden hall. While there, Arthur spent many nights in the White Horse Inn, and won a sword of a stranger. On Arthur’s third attempt to get a piece of gold, he slipped on a small patch of snow and hit his head on a rail. It gave him his scar on his forehead. Finally giving up, Arthur sold the diamond from his sword for money to buy a piece of gold and forge it in the shape of a piece of gold form the roof. Upon returning to his home, Arthur was greatly appreciated by his father, and was held in higher respect. When the perfect time for Harold’s plan came, Arthur and his brother escorted Sandrina into the woods. There, Arthur took his club and beat her several times, while Samuel covered her in blood. Thinking Arthur had killed her, the two brothers returned home, where they were greatly rewarded. A year after, when Harold became the landlord of the Lightheart estate, Arthur was rewarded with one of the best pieces of land, and a large sum of money. For the years in safety, Arthur has been living a peaceful, rich life. But Sandrina and Henry will change all that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Perky Ent's post Arthur began the day as he normally did after his father owned the Lightheart Estate. He smoked a pipe on a hillside. With the money his father had given him, plus the extra money Arthur had acquired from selling the crystal from his sword, he was a rich man. Rich enough to get Old Toby shipped in every month. Thanks to King Éomer Éadig’s friendship with hobbits of the Shire, he learned of the many fabulous pipe-weeds and began importing them. Arthur, being a wealthy man, could import it from Edoras to the Lightheart Estate. For this morning, the Toby was particularly good. “Ah! I’ve been missing out on the good life all these years! This is truly heaven!” Arthur said, putting the pipe down to watch the view. Under the hill, he saw two young boys fighting. “This should be interesting!” Arthur said, as he laughed down the hill. Coming down the hill, he saw two boys fighting over a coin. “It’s mine!” one said. “No, it’s mine! I won it!” the other said. Arthur couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” the first boy said, who was slightly large than the other. “What’s funny is that your fighting over something you don’t even have!” Arthur said, flexing his muscles. “It’s none of yours! It’s mine!” Arthur said, snatching the coin from the boys. “Hey! Give that back!” “It’s ours!” the boys said, but Arthur was already halfway up the hill. “Survival of the fittest!’ Arthur shouted down at them, flipping the coin with his thumbs, and putting his pipe away. “Time to put this one with the rest of em!” Arthur said, heading for his house. On the way, he had to cross his father’s house. He couldn’t really call it a house. It was more of a small mansion. Being the sole owner of the land had been very good to him. While crossing the yard, he saw Harold rush over on his horse, which seems as if it was going to collapse. “Get Samuel and come to my study,” said Harold thickly, not bothering to hide his anger. “But first spread word to my men that they are to meet and wait for me behind the house as soon as possible.” Arthur did not hesitate. Arthur ran to the stables, which were nearby, and grabbed a horse. Riding down the grass, Arthur rode several miles until he reached a very small tavern run by friends of the Lighthearts. Inside the tavern, Arthur walked past the entrance and the main room, to a small room in the back of the building. In the room, there were twelve men gambling, all shady characters. “My father has requested an early meeting!” Get your horses and meet him behind his house. Something bad has happened.” Instantly, the men gathered their money, their cards, and their loaded dice, and rode out to Harold’s house. “Now where are you, brother?” Arthur said, riding to Samuel’s house. Avoiding being polite by knocking on the door, Arthur kicked the door open. Inside, he saw Samuel resting. “Get up brother!” Arthur said, hitting Samuel very hard on the shoulder. “Father brings tidings of bad news!” Immediately, they both got their horses and set back for Harold’s house. When Arthur and Samuel finally made their way to Harold’s study, Harold exploded. “Sandrina is alive. How hard could it have been to kill a weak, foolish girl? And yet you two seem incapable of even that task! Do you realize what this will cost us? Your error is forcing us to flee the property, because if we stay, Henry will come and kill us. That girl that you could have killed - should have been killed - is alive, and when she makes her way back to Henry he will come after us. No more Lightheart business for us! We won’t even be working here anymore! Instead we are forced to flee like cowards. Now, go and join my men behind the house. If you have something to say to me, you can say it there. I will be there shortly.” Harold was so mad that he was quivering slightly. He sat for a moment to calm down a bit and collect his thoughts. Then he got up and followed his sons outside. Samuel and Arthur stood a little apart from the rest. Harold ran his cold blue eyes over everyone; silently making sure everyone was there, each one shifting uneasily when his gaze rested on him. When he was satisfied, he began to speak, his voice quieter than it had been for his boys, but holding no less intensity or anger. “In case you have not heard, Sandrina is alive.” This news brought murmurs from the group. “We can no longer stay here, or else Henry will come back, and do not expect him to have any mercy on any of you! We must leave, but before we go we are going to carry off everything that we can possibly take from this estate.” “The other thing that needs to happen is someone needs to get rid of Sandrina once and for all. Someone more capable than my sons seemingly are,” said Harold with a pointed glare at Arthur and Samuel. “One or two of you should suffice. Now, does anyone have any ideas, thoughts, or opinions?” Arthur thought for a moment, and then said, “The girl did slip through our grasps, but it won’t happen again. We know what we need to do. I beat her, instead of stabbing her. I gave her that, as my cousin. A favor, which I will not give again! We’ll ambush her, and stab her. She won’t get away.” Arthur thought very proudly of the statement, until Harold interjected, “You think she’ll just be wandering alone. She’s probably having a guard with her! There’s probably going to be five people with her, helping her get home! Not to mention Henry! Think before you open your mouth!” Arthur pounded his fist in his hand, and then said, “What about mercenaries? If they do come for us, why not prepare a trap? What if we hire mercenaries to fight them?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- __________________ 'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.' Last edited by piosenniel; 08-15-2004 at 01:40 PM.