[Imladris]

I would like to try out for the trusted Corsair officer.

Character Description Form:

1.) Have you ever played in an RPG at the Barrow Downs? – YES/NO - Which one? Yes, I have. Resistance, The Lingering Darkness, Last Hope for Moria (owned), The Hills of Evendim, Defense of the Poros.

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

List them, please: Friends of Nimrodel (Tapestry of Dreams).

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 – Yeppers
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Name Jarlyn

Age 32

Race Corsair

Gender Male

Weapons A snakelike whip hangs from his belt whilst a sword bangs against his thigh. A bow and arrows are slung across his back.

Appearance He’s very good looking with rich black hair, toned muscles, pleasantly tanned skin, and piercing black eyes.

Personality, etc He is not a scholar but clever with a sword. He is very sarcastic, has a morbid sense of humour, and tends to speak before he thinks. He has an insult ever ready and looks for ways to insult people, especially his enemies.

History He met Marreth when he volunteered to go on a raid. Marreth saved his neck and they have been friends since.

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Imladris' post - Jarlyn

Jarlyn slammed his fist on the table. “These Snowmen,” he said, “are not doing their jobs.” He glanced at the empty chair opposite him. He wanted to complain to Marreth. Tell him that he thought that the Snowmen were purposely being slow. Why did they want the Seeing Stones anyway? Business was grand without them. Having them could only cause trouble. What one didn’t know couldn’t harm one.

Jarlyn grimaced and sighed. Marreth wanted to do Castamir’s bidding as a vehicle for revenge for his father’s death. But as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t Elessar’s fault that his dear daddy had died. It had technically been that dread army of the Dead’s fault but as one could not take revenge upon the Dead then Marreth had to content himself with revenging himself on King Elessar. Thought how that would make any difference Jarlyn was at a loss to fathom.

He was jolted from his musing by Marreth ordering him on deck to check the rigging. As he was checking a knot, to make sure it was secure, he heard Marreth shout, “Infernal Elf vermin! Thou vain, milk livered coxcombs, may you sink to the bottom of the sea!”

“Well, if they sink,” Jarlyn muttered, “then we’re very liable to sink ourselves…”

But Marreth didn’t notice this comment and said, “Look there, we have company, and I fear they are up to no good!”

Jarlyn chortled. Considering that elves were good it was a bit of an oxymoron that they were up to no good. He stifled his laughter and said, “Well, we haven’t been successful and we’ve been here for how long? Honestly, they won’t be able to find the Stones either.”

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Second Character

NAME: Jynne

AGE: 35

RACE: Corsair

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS A plain dagger dangles from his waist.

APPEARANCE: He is tall, almost six feet. His limp, course, pale black hair is tied back in a dirty black rag. His brown skin is blotchy ask his parts of his skin fade to the pure whiteness of the cursed Gondorians. To hide this, he dresses in long sleeved shirts that hang limply from his gangly form. When patches of the pale skin became splattered about his left eye, he began to wear a dirty black patch. His eyes are a watery brown flecked with a dirty green, rather like a pond.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: To those who first meet him, Jynne fails to inspire respect or fear. They tend, in fact, to compare him to a slinking worm. But, underneath the slouchiness there is a coiled snake, venom of hate and spite dripping from his fangs.

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Imladris' post - Jynne

Jynne craned his neck to the shoulder, listening to the bone creak with morbid pleasure. He peered into the gloom, towards the coast where the duped Snowmen would be huddling together against the fury of the storm. A little sneer curled about his thin lips. He remembered their naivety as the Corsairs had pulled into harbour. Some had thought the Corsairs would be their friends, that they would actually make them chiefs over their various tribes. A laugh almost escaped him. If anything, a trusted Corsair would be made the Snowmen’s leader. But the more they were deluded, the better able were they to control and manipulate them as a potter at work with his clay.

Behind him, Nilak and Senir were arguing with each other. A thin smile stretched his thin face. These Snowmen had not been successful in finding the drowned Seeing Stones. Their silly seals had come up spluttering and breathless and empty handed every time they dived. His eyebrows shrugged slightly. But what else was to be expected? They were power mongers, grovelling at the chance for power and control.

The Seeing Stones must be found. With them Castamir could spy upon his enemies, listen to covert secrets whispered in the darkness.


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I hope this is satisfactory?

Cheers,
Imladris