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Fordim Hedgethistle · 11-08-2004, 08:53 AM

As it’s been a while since I last visited this thread, and as I have, in that time, formed several new acquaintances in the Downs…

Boromir88 is tall and very shaggy: he has a florid red beard that matches the wild, out of control mop of curls upon his head, all of which perfectly frames frighteningly intense hazel eyes. He rarely smiles in a pleasant manner, but he is not frightening or intimidating. Rather, he is more of a mystery to those he meets, and whose hands he clasps in his own giant paws. He is built rather like an oak tree in autumn: spare, but weighed with the promise of vigour. His clothes are neat, but simple. He looks as though he would be most at home out in his backyard hoeing the garden or chopping a cord or two of wood before breakfast.

Mithalwen is of medium height, with slightly curling dark brown hair to her shoulders and an incredibly mischievous glint in her earthy brown eyes. Her hands and fingers are slender and clever, and her complexion is fair, although touched with red from her time spent outdoors, just wandering and listening to birdsong. She wears cotton and wool, usually of muted tones but not dark. She never wears hats, preferring instead to feel the light of the sun and the touch of the wind on her face. She smiles constantly, but never speaks much, particularly in groups. She is fleet of foot.

Lalwende looks about twelve years old, but she is actually much older. She has long blonde hair that can appear a bit red in the sun, and her eyes glitter grey or blue with her mood. She is an almost inexhaustible talker, but well worth the listening to. She wears glasses and is entirely unconscious to her beauty, which makes men fall in love with her upon first sight. She has a mole upon one shoulder that shows only when she is wearing that ragged old shirt that she prefers to wear when out running. She is not slender, but the extra pounds suit her extremely well, lending her a glow of health and vitality that skinnier people envy.

Aiwendil is extremely tall and extremely slender. He looks like a conductor and bears himself like a tyrant, although a benevolent one. His beard, hair and demeanour are all black, but he does not intimidate or threaten. Instead, he commands almost instant respect with the intensity of his gaze. His lips are somewhat too thin for his face and his grey eyes seem oddly devoid of colour. He always wears a suit that appears to be quite expensive, but upon closer inspection appears to be a bit threadbare about the edges. Despite the elegance of his appearance, he is somewhat awkward in his movements, as though his body has a mind of its own – or, more properly, as though his mind is elsewhere…or elsewhen. He is a chain smoker of expensive, imported Turkish cigarettes.

11-08-2004, 08:53 AM	#665
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,844	As it’s been a while since I last visited this thread, and as I have, in that time, formed several new acquaintances in the Downs… Boromir88 is tall and very shaggy: he has a florid red beard that matches the wild, out of control mop of curls upon his head, all of which perfectly frames frighteningly intense hazel eyes. He rarely smiles in a pleasant manner, but he is not frightening or intimidating. Rather, he is more of a mystery to those he meets, and whose hands he clasps in his own giant paws. He is built rather like an oak tree in autumn: spare, but weighed with the promise of vigour. His clothes are neat, but simple. He looks as though he would be most at home out in his backyard hoeing the garden or chopping a cord or two of wood before breakfast. Mithalwen is of medium height, with slightly curling dark brown hair to her shoulders and an incredibly mischievous glint in her earthy brown eyes. Her hands and fingers are slender and clever, and her complexion is fair, although touched with red from her time spent outdoors, just wandering and listening to birdsong. She wears cotton and wool, usually of muted tones but not dark. She never wears hats, preferring instead to feel the light of the sun and the touch of the wind on her face. She smiles constantly, but never speaks much, particularly in groups. She is fleet of foot. Lalwende looks about twelve years old, but she is actually much older. She has long blonde hair that can appear a bit red in the sun, and her eyes glitter grey or blue with her mood. She is an almost inexhaustible talker, but well worth the listening to. She wears glasses and is entirely unconscious to her beauty, which makes men fall in love with her upon first sight. She has a mole upon one shoulder that shows only when she is wearing that ragged old shirt that she prefers to wear when out running. She is not slender, but the extra pounds suit her extremely well, lending her a glow of health and vitality that skinnier people envy. Aiwendil is extremely tall and extremely slender. He looks like a conductor and bears himself like a tyrant, although a benevolent one. His beard, hair and demeanour are all black, but he does not intimidate or threaten. Instead, he commands almost instant respect with the intensity of his gaze. His lips are somewhat too thin for his face and his grey eyes seem oddly devoid of colour. He always wears a suit that appears to be quite expensive, but upon closer inspection appears to be a bit threadbare about the edges. Despite the elegance of his appearance, he is somewhat awkward in his movements, as though his body has a mind of its own – or, more properly, as though his mind is elsewhere…or elsewhen. He is a chain smoker of expensive, imported Turkish cigarettes. __________________ Scribbling scrabbling.