ATM II Planning/Discussion Thread

[piosenniel]

GONDOR

the guy who be short's character

NAME: Angawen Tupsë

AGE: 31

RACE: Men (Numenorean / Gondorian)

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A sharp brain and a honeyed tongue. A small vial of poison carried at all times in her cloak. And her bodyguards, of course.

APPEARANCE: To say she is striking would probably not convey her true nature, as striking seems to have an element of soft perfection in it. She is attractive, but with a hard quality about her, possibly due to her high cheek bones and pale skin. Her hair is blonde, her eyes brown, her mouth downturned in a not unpleasant way. She is tall and commanding, and dresses well, in colours that complement her.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is a shrewd and selfish person - above all else, she cares for her own self-promotion. This is both the great strength and weakness of her character. She does not jest, but is rather an austere figure of authority who takes her work and herself very seriously. Though in the frail body of a woman, she has the stomach of a man - two men, in fact, and the rest of their bodies as well, for her protection.

HISTORY: It is uncommon to find a woman of high rank in Gondor. Angawen can thus be typified; she is incredibly uncommon.

Wed at a young age to a man of importance in the law business, an advisor/judge of sorts, in the Kingdom, she lived with him for many of her years, cared for him, but bore him no children. Every great man has a woman to drive him forward, they say, and certainly this was the case with Angawen's husband. She was privy to all the secrets of his profession and his life, for he loved and trusted her. Furthermore, he knew her intellect to be formidable, and would consult her often for her thoughts.

He had died in mysterious circumstances (of which she played a significant part). And, as his wife, she knew all that he had known when he was an honourable citizen of Gondor, so she was accepted and inaugarated as an advisor for the king in his stead for the case they had been settling at the time - a disputed assignation, almost ironically. Her ability to discern fact from fiction had so impressed the King that she had been allowed to stay on, against protocol, as one of his advisors.

With the coming on Mardil, she had shown her ruthless ambition in her willingness to desert the former monarch and embrace the newcomer. He had allowed her to keep her rôle, and indeed, been impressed by her in his turn, to the point of sending her to Mordor to represent his will.

[piosenniel]

GONDOR

Anguirel's character

NAME: The Lord Dracomir Malfoidacil of Gondor, son of the Lord Luciamir Malfoidacil. Also known in the anakronistic tongue as one Master Tom Felton.

AGE: 18, or 15, or 16 (Real Life, Film, or Book)

RACE: Human and secretly Pureblood Wizard

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: The Lord Dracomir has been known to wield a strange and deadly device known as a Diabolo. He also possesses a wand and a Nimbus Two Thousand And One racing broom. As for what happens at night...well...

APPEARANCE: Pale but rather embarrassingly adorable features. Slicked back white-blond hair. Tall enough for his age. Looks as though he’s making an effort to appear rather more pallid and patrician than he actually is.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: The Lord Dracomir is a cunning schemer and duellist, an excellent flyer, has few equals in Potions (except that Potter boy), and has a grounding in the Dark Arts.

However, Tom Felton is crippled by the inner realisation that he is in fact a gorgeous, pleasant, hair-rufflable cherub with nice manners, not a bigoted murderer. He tries to hide this by over-compensating arrogance and political incorrectness. It rarely works.

HISTORY: Tom Felton used to be a normal, happy, prancing Kensington child. But then he was whisked away by the forces of Hollywood, where he took on the persona of Draco Malfoy and became beloved of millions of raving fangirls. He forgot his old life and became stuck in a rut, and could be found conspiring with Jason Isaacs to destroy Mudbloods.

But the situation got still worse when Harry Potter purists, frustrated by a covetous glance he directed at Emma Watson in a moment of non-focalisation, consigned him to Mordor. Here he encountered none other than Fenrir Greyback, assigned by a Lupin-lover. After a desperate confrontation he managed to escape and stumbled upon his parents, Lucius and Narcissa. An independent lad, though, with a keen interest in night-life, he was wandering in the street when a large and luminous llama appeared, shouted Petrificus Totallus! and stuffed him in a bin-bag.

He was discovered by Alli and Sai, two members of the Offending Party, and took part in their subsequent machinations, including the Dol-in-Gaurgauroth affair. Impressed by his clear ability, when Mardil of Ithilien became King of Gondor he summoned Tom, granting him and his family the title of Lords of Malfoidacil for as long as they served as counsellors. Tom did not wish to refuse, and took the name Dracomir; for after all, the King had been told the plot of Book Seven...

[piosenniel]

GONDOR


Boromir88's character

Name: Bearugard II

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Race: Gondorian

Weapons: A small piercing dagger

Appearance: 6'3", slim build, jet black hair of shoulder length, and hazel eyes. He always wears the best attire, flaunting his fur cloak, and his radiant robs of green and white.

Personality/Strengths/Weaknesses:
Bearugard is very gifted at persuasion and getting what he wants, no matter how it is done. He's always been the type who doesn't care what "means" you have to do, as long as it fulfills the "end" purpose. He will cast around a lot of threats (though many of them are meaningless) and when that doesn't work everyone has a price.

Despite the rich robes and stout look, he really is a daddy's boy and is used to getting what he wants. In all actuality the robes and wealth make him look more powerful than he actually is. For beneath it all he's really just a pathetic, spineless worm.

History:
Bearugard II is the son of Bearugard I and Losandra of Dol Amroth. He is an only child, and because of that, his parents spoiled him and rewarded him with anything that he asked. Losandra had died from an unfortunate accident when Bearugard was just turning 8. One day the family was having chicken for dinner. Losandra had bit into her chicken breast and a tiny bone broke off. It got lodged into her throat and she choked to death.

Bearugard's father (who was a counselor to the Lord of Dol Amroth) grieved deeply for his wife's loss, he would never wed again nor would he eat chicken. Because of his wife's death Bearugard felt like he must protect the only memory of his wife he had left, their son. Bearugard II became more and more spoiled, and because of his father's influence, was appointed as an honorary diplomat of Gondor.

[piosenniel]

MORDOR

Kath's character

NAME: Igör

AGE: With accumulated ages of all the body parts, somewhere in the thousands.

RACE: Human, Orc, Elf, Dwarf, whatever was lying around.

GENDER: Mostly male.

WEAPONS: Carries small knives in little pockets created by sewing extra flaps of skin onto his own body. Can also drown people in spit if he gives into his natural lisping impulse.

APPEARANCE: Around 5’11”, but slouches to create the illusion that he has a hump and so appears a good 5 inches shorter a lot of the time. He moves with a limp, but this is an affectation, and when he needs to move fast he certainly can. His hair is long and dark, he knows it looks a little odd but it was a gift. One eye is bright blue and piercing, the other is red and moves independently, sometimes even turning itself round entirely. He wears a shirt and trousers for modesty, but no shoes as he has a hobbit’s feet.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Igör is very friendly and good-natured and would love it if everyone could just get on. He is unfailingly honest, incapable of lying. This might seem to make him an odd choice for a diplomat, but his truth is absolute, which means he isn’t always saying what people think he is. He has an incredible gift for healing and has been well suited to life in Mordor, what with the strange accidents that happen, or the people that turn up in pieces. He can also move silently and swiftly.

HISTORY: His ‘parents’ were assigned to Mordor long before the records began to be kept properly, so he has no idea why. He was created many years later and has worked in a number of jobs including being a healer in one of the hospitals, assistant to a mad doctor and an Elvis Presley impersonator. He found it hard to keep a job for long though, until he became a diplomat and found that the skills that had frequently got him fired seemed to be a requirement for this job.

[piosenniel]

MORDOR


Diamond18's character

NAME: Skittles MacFarlewyn
(will answer to Skitt and Les, but never to Kit, and never ever to her real name, which is Nancy)

AGE: 21

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Her body is a weapon. Also, she has an endless supply of switchblades with decorative handles.

APPEARANCE: Tall and skinny. Her hair is a mass of tangled black curls, with purple, blue, and emerald green highlights. Her skin is very pale, freakishly so, and tests have shown that she will not tan or burn or even get the slightest shade darker even under long, intensive exposure to sunlight. She once spent seven hours in a tanning booth and didn’t darken a whit (thus winning a bet which entailed the loser having to streak through a church.) She either wears clothes of many bright colors or dresses all in black. The importance of this is covered below.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Skittles does not suffer from insanity, she enjoys every minute of it. She is most often cheerful -- or rather, Morgoth-May-Care -- and there is no predicting what she may do or say. However, she may be provoked into a violent and dangerous mood swing which can last for mere minutes or stretch into days. When this happens she becomes hard, snarky, and switchblade-happy. At times like this she is known to wear black leather and say things like “Do ya feel lucky?”, “Go ahead, make my day,” and “Hasta-la-vista, baby,” as often as she can. She has been known to switch between fancy-free and sinister as many as 60 times per hour. Skittles owns a cat named Hissyfit who accompanies her almost everywhere, unless it is off on its own causing confusion and mass hysteria.

HISTORY: She is a second generation Mordorian -- her parents were Assigned in their youth, both for quoting Shakespeare. After some years they met in an elevator, fell in love, quoted Romeo and Juliet, and decided to get married. This was a foolish thing, since her mother was a psychologist and her father was one of those annoying child rearing experts. Skittles is the demented product of this unholy alliance.

Mr. and Mrs. MacFarlewyn have told Skittles from her earliest youth that she can be whatever she wants to be. Skittles would like to be a tall old oak tree, and there are in fact times when no one can convince her that she is not, and she will stand completely still with her arms outstretched until someone threatens her with an axe, at which time she will do them bodily harm.

How, you may be asking, does such a person become an Ambassador? Wouldn’t she, you may be wondering, be better suited as an assassin or something? Well, you may be right, and she did once kill a man just to watch him die, but her parents were influential members of the community and it was their dream to see Skittles become a high ranking official in the Mordorian government. They pulled strings, greased palms, blackmailed, and made death threats until they secured Skittles the attractive position of Diplomat. She has never been outside Mordor, but this is of little concern to them. Most people deal with her by trying to ignore her, and diverting her attention away from her job onto other things, like pretending she is a tall old oak tree. She can sometimes be convinced to play at diplomacy like it is a role, and since she has a relatively quick mind under her madness, this is not always disastrous.

Skittles, of course, believes that she is completely sane and it is everyone else who is crazy. There is no known medication that has any affect on her -- besides producing a third mood swing and you never, ever want to go there. Trust me.

[piosenniel]

MORDOR

Lhunardawen's character

NAME: Maikaelwen

AGE: 19

RACE: Human

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: A pacifist through and through, she will have none but words and stern looks. In very desperate times, though, she can wield a disarming smile. This she had never used before, and hopes she will never have to.

APPEARANCE: Definitely older than her age. She is a mere 5'2" but appears an inch taller with her ramrod-straight back. She has long, thick dark hair reaching her mid-back that she constantly keeps in a bun so tight she should not be able to move her eyebrows (yet she can), using two ebony chopsticks. She has a pasty white complexion that quickly turns red upon exposure to heat, and for that reason she always keeps a safe distance between her and Roggie. She wears nothing but black and white.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: She is strong-willed and can get more than a little biting, but she is not entirely unlikeable - if one does his or her best. She is very capable of keeping her emotions at bay, and would have nothing to do with boys, men, whatever they call themselves, other than in a professional level. Or so she thinks.

HISTORY: Born in Gondor to parents who are hopelessly devoid of creativity, Maikaelwen had practically been whisked off to Mordor the moment they came up with the unimaginative nickname for her, by virtue of its commonness. And so another Maika was added to Mordorian population.

But Maika would not let her early assignment go to waste. Quickly learning the ropes of living in the Dark Land, she ranted and glared and raised-eyebrow her way to where she is now. Yet despite loving her life in Mordor, somewhere inside her lies a quiet desire to go back to the place of her birth, and it only needs something to awaken it.

[piosenniel]

MORDOR

Hookbill the Goomba's character

NAME: Smilog

AGE: 690

RACE: Dwarf

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Axe, knife, helm.

APPEARANCE: A short and rather fat fellow with grey hair and a bright red beard. His eyes are small and shifty, with green pupils. He wears a dark blue tunic over which is a large (maybe too large) black coat buttoned with green buttons. He wears blue boots and a short helm. He has a red face and a grumpy look about him.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Miserable. That’s what most people would say. He grumbles a lot, when not staring into space with a look of anger and regret plastered all over him. He gets angry quickly and tends to have a "Don't touch me" attitude. Only attribute being an unusual intelligence for a dwarf and an unhealthy obsession with anything that goes faster than a horse.

HISTORY: Avoided being assigned to Mordor the first time around by the skin of his teeth. By that, I mean, he hid in a barrel. In his youth he had been rather unpopular and has since taken to a life of being solitary. He only became an advisor to Roggie because no one else would take him on. His parents are said to be 'disappointed'.

Smilog is not well liked, in fact, even the other advisers treat him with contempt, but this he has brought very much on himself, being rude, callas, incredibly short tempered and not a little foolish.