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piosenniel · 12-31-2003, 05:57 PM

Aman’s Character Description - Flori

Name: Flori Bronzeshield, distant relative of Thorin Oakenshield

Age: Unknown, two years older than Ori

Race : Dwarf

Gender: Male

WEAPONS: Flori carries several small throwing axes, only about seven inches each in length, and moderately simple in design, apart from the small, but elegantly carves crest at the end of the handle of each; Flori’s own crest, the letters FB in a shield. He also carries across his back a larger, close-combat axe, which is nearly three feet tall and which he hefts with considerable strength. His namesake comes from his bronze shield.

APEARANCE: Flori is quite tall for a dwarf. He wears a strong, steel mail shirt, made for him by his brother, Ori, for his birthday years back, which is decorated around the V-neck with a few studded orbs of bronze, because of his name, and a few rubies. He is not as stocky as many dwarves, but is still well muscled and strong. He wears a pair of dark trousers and a lighter shirt under his mail shirt, and a belt decorated and buckled with silver over his mail shirt. His eyes are bright blue in colour and his expression is often one of merriment, his face tanned, and, in battle, fierce, and his beard is dark brown, the same as his hair, but streaked with greyish white now.

PERSONALITY: Flori is more of a warrior than a miner, unlike his brother, whom he is very close to. He is moderately popular, and often works as a peacemaker, but when his fiery temper is stirred or his friends or brother insulted or hurt, he will go wild. He too plays the flute, a wooden one he carved when wiling away a long night on watch once and which he has improved since then, although his was more light hearted in tone than Ori’s relatively melancholy and haunting one. He is a warrior through and through, but loves to listen to stories, re-tell folk lore, and create his own from other things he has heard. He and Ori are very close, and Flori is also a great friend of Balin, and a courtier of the King.

HISTORY: Like his brother, Flori was born in the Lonely Mountain, but was away with their father when the dragon came, and met up again with Ori and Thorin, who Ori escaped with, later on, greatly relieved they had managed to get away, although their mother perished in the flames of Smaug. He trained as a warrior and as a miner when he was young, but preferred the former, and went on several expeditions scouting out and dispatching of threats to the land such as small bands of orcs, developing a taste for travelling. Despite this, however, he feels as uneasy as Dain about Balin’s suggested expedition to Moria, but will back his friend openly. He fought bravely beside the King in the Battle of the Five Armies, and does not fear battle.

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Aman’s Post - Flori:

“I cannot leave Balin alone to his fate.”

Flori heard his brother’s determined voice from his room, the room next to Flori’s own, and replied from where he stood, leaning against the door. “Aye, brother, and neither will I.” Ori turned at the sound of his voice, and returned Flori’s smile, but both smiles held more than a hint of worry. Flori walked forward further into the room, lowering his voice. “But would it not be better if there was no need for him to have to meet such a fate as you no doubt imagine?”

Ori sighed, but did not answer, and Flori understood. The pair were close, and their deep friendship was as strong as the bond of blood they shared, but they both also treasured Balin as a friend. Neither would abandon him, but Flori knew his little brother feared the same as he himself; that he felt the same doubt about this excursion to the lost mines of Moria.

Moria was lost – wasn’t that what the elders always said? Or, as they preferred to put it, Moria was no longer a place for the dwarves. But Balin paid no heed to them, and to the rumours of the shadows that had grown so long in Moria, tales of old that were suddenly going to be brought up close by this quest; all he listened to were the tales of the treasures down there. True silver; plentiful mines; rich, vast halls. And, most of all one of the seven dwarven rings, worn by the kings of old, a prize greater than any other.

Flori sighed, crossing the room slowly to sit in a chair by the window, and closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them, his bright, azure gaze took in the plentiful land of the Dale for as far as he could see. A rich land, now they had reclaimed it for their own in the Battle of Five Armies, and a content people as well. What more could they wish for? But Flori understood Balin’s desire, and knew also that the dwarf wished to travel, as the younger warrior did himself. And after all, who would not wish for such a treasure as was held by Moria, no matter what the cost?

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:10 PM January 04, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

12-31-2003, 05:57 PM	#10
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Aman’s Character Description - Flori Name: Flori Bronzeshield, distant relative of Thorin Oakenshield Age: Unknown, two years older than Ori Race : Dwarf Gender: Male WEAPONS: Flori carries several small throwing axes, only about seven inches each in length, and moderately simple in design, apart from the small, but elegantly carves crest at the end of the handle of each; Flori’s own crest, the letters FB in a shield. He also carries across his back a larger, close-combat axe, which is nearly three feet tall and which he hefts with considerable strength. His namesake comes from his bronze shield. APEARANCE: Flori is quite tall for a dwarf. He wears a strong, steel mail shirt, made for him by his brother, Ori, for his birthday years back, which is decorated around the V-neck with a few studded orbs of bronze, because of his name, and a few rubies. He is not as stocky as many dwarves, but is still well muscled and strong. He wears a pair of dark trousers and a lighter shirt under his mail shirt, and a belt decorated and buckled with silver over his mail shirt. His eyes are bright blue in colour and his expression is often one of merriment, his face tanned, and, in battle, fierce, and his beard is dark brown, the same as his hair, but streaked with greyish white now. PERSONALITY: Flori is more of a warrior than a miner, unlike his brother, whom he is very close to. He is moderately popular, and often works as a peacemaker, but when his fiery temper is stirred or his friends or brother insulted or hurt, he will go wild. He too plays the flute, a wooden one he carved when wiling away a long night on watch once and which he has improved since then, although his was more light hearted in tone than Ori’s relatively melancholy and haunting one. He is a warrior through and through, but loves to listen to stories, re-tell folk lore, and create his own from other things he has heard. He and Ori are very close, and Flori is also a great friend of Balin, and a courtier of the King. HISTORY: Like his brother, Flori was born in the Lonely Mountain, but was away with their father when the dragon came, and met up again with Ori and Thorin, who Ori escaped with, later on, greatly relieved they had managed to get away, although their mother perished in the flames of Smaug. He trained as a warrior and as a miner when he was young, but preferred the former, and went on several expeditions scouting out and dispatching of threats to the land such as small bands of orcs, developing a taste for travelling. Despite this, however, he feels as uneasy as Dain about Balin’s suggested expedition to Moria, but will back his friend openly. He fought bravely beside the King in the Battle of the Five Armies, and does not fear battle. _____________________________________________ Aman’s Post - Flori: “I cannot leave Balin alone to his fate.” Flori heard his brother’s determined voice from his room, the room next to Flori’s own, and replied from where he stood, leaning against the door. “Aye, brother, and neither will I.” Ori turned at the sound of his voice, and returned Flori’s smile, but both smiles held more than a hint of worry. Flori walked forward further into the room, lowering his voice. “But would it not be better if there was no need for him to have to meet such a fate as you no doubt imagine?” Ori sighed, but did not answer, and Flori understood. The pair were close, and their deep friendship was as strong as the bond of blood they shared, but they both also treasured Balin as a friend. Neither would abandon him, but Flori knew his little brother feared the same as he himself; that he felt the same doubt about this excursion to the lost mines of Moria. Moria was lost – wasn’t that what the elders always said? Or, as they preferred to put it, Moria was no longer a place for the dwarves. But Balin paid no heed to them, and to the rumours of the shadows that had grown so long in Moria, tales of old that were suddenly going to be brought up close by this quest; all he listened to were the tales of the treasures down there. True silver; plentiful mines; rich, vast halls. And, most of all one of the seven dwarven rings, worn by the kings of old, a prize greater than any other. Flori sighed, crossing the room slowly to sit in a chair by the window, and closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them, his bright, azure gaze took in the plentiful land of the Dale for as far as he could see. A rich land, now they had reclaimed it for their own in the Battle of Five Armies, and a content people as well. What more could they wish for? But Flori understood Balin’s desire, and knew also that the dwarf wished to travel, as the younger warrior did himself. And after all, who would not wish for such a treasure as was held by Moria, no matter what the cost? <font size=1 color=339966>[ 4:10 PM January 04, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.