[Hama Of The Riddermark]

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES- Which one? Legacy of Traitors, Last Ride of the Heir, Bloodstained Elanor

2.) How many RPG’s on the Barrow Downs are you currently involved in? 1

List them, please: Seekers of Truth

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: Lossenfirithion, known as Firith to his friends.

AGE: 2000

RACE: Mirkwood Elf, Thranduril's nephew

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Finely detailed elven blade, about a metre long. A bow and quiver of arrows, expertly carved from a yew tree, and two long knives forged from blue steel.

APPEARANCE: Tall, even for his race. Long blond hair falls to about his armpits and he has light grey eyes. Normally wears mirkwood scout attire, a green leather tunic and leggings, leather bracers and a long, hooded cloak. He speaks very poetically and is a great charmer. His jaw is fairly chiseled and he has small lips, often thinning when angry.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Generally Lossenfirithion is kind, but he can be vengeful, and has been known to hold several grudges against humans for many decades, often content at just watching them die of old age while he remains eternally youthful. He is arrogant, being the favoured nephew of thranduril, and is excellent freinds with his cousin Legolas, though not nearly as skilled. He sometimes resents the way Thranduril compares him to his son, but loves his uncle dearly, and becomes furious when any danger is laid upon Thranduril.

HISTORY:

Born in TA 941, Lossenfirithion gew quickly, and soon won his uncles affection over his other nephews. He proved himself to be an excellent fighter and bowman in the scouts and quickly won himself his bride, Nevithhien. He loved and cared for her for years, and still does. He has had three children by her, a son and two daughters. Thranduril recently commended his efforts in a border skirmish with the orcs.

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Lossenfirithion looked around at the elves gathered in the great hall. As Thranduril finished his speech the elves raised their swords in a cheer Firith smiled and raised his, crying out "For Mirkwood!" at the top of his voice. As they began to exit the hall, Thranduril stopped his nephew with a hand on his shoulder. "Nephew, this will be dangerous...I do not want to put you in danger, I do not want to lose you." Firith smiled widely. "And I don't want to lose you, uncle, that's why I'm coming. You don't think I'd let you go off and risk your life without me do you?" Thranduril's face appeared strained. "Firith I love you more than any of my nephews. You are one of the best fighters we have here only-" Firith cut him off, "Not as good Legolas." he finished his uncles sentance. Thranduril smiled warmly as a small tear trickled down his cheek. "In some ways, Firith, you are as good as Legolas, and in others better than him...Its not fair to compare yourself to him all the time. Legolas, as my heir, needs to stay here and keep order while we are gone. He cannot come. Yes...Firith I need you with me on this." Firith smiled and patted his uncles shoulder, "I'll go and get ready."

Back in his room Firith pulled his leather tunic over his shirt and buckled it. He looked at himself in a mirror, a gift from his uncle. He smiled again. Yes, in some ways he was better than Legolas, but not in many. This was enough to comfort him as he tied his bracers onto his arms. He drew his sword and balanced it on his finger, throwing it up and catching it by the hilt, then swiping at a dummy he kept there. The head flew off, covering the floor with straw. Sheathing his sword he picked his bow and arrows off the wall and slung them onto his back, going back to the great hall to join the others...