How do you imagine other BDers

[Diamond18]

Originally Posted by Eomer of the Rohirrim

Diamond is tall and slender with messy, matted and long brown hair. She has a smile which is of aquired taste (though still nice) but few people notice because of her demented eyes. These are eyes that have surely seen spectres flying about her room the previous night because they seem to be staring right through you and into a distant galaxy.

Oh wow. This is so dead on its scary. I'm not sure 5'6" is consider "tall" so much as "not short", but. And I do have really long brown hair, which gets messy if I leave it alone for more than a couple hours. The description of smile and eyes, however, are just psychic.

She wears baggy 'rock star chic' clothes straight out of the thrift stores and is constantly told how cool her clothes are by her friends, despite the fact that she barely notices what she's wearing,

Actually, no, but that is pretty funny. I couldn't do this because I would be fired, and one can't gain control of her workplace when one is unemployed. Dress to impress, and all that.

as her mind is constantly fixed on other, more important issues such as 'How to gain control over her home city/town' or what new thread to post on Middle-earth Mirth. She is extremely friendly and will talk to any weirdo who approaches her but consciously makes a mental note of them for later. As a result she has a nigh on perfect memory of everything she has ever done or said.

Ha! I love it.

Eomer of the Rohirrim

Eomer seeks to emulate the Warg, and indeed, there is much that is naturally Wargish about him. His shoulders are great and hulking hams of meaty flesh, but his legs are kind of skinny. He wears his dirty blond hair long, but there are always bits of sticks and such in it from the hours he spends rooting about in the woods after his elusive first Warg sighting. His clothes suit his rugged pursuits, hefty wools and aged but tough leather. They are torn and patched in many places. He always has a chunk of chaw in the corner of his mouth, and he periodically spits out a stream of brownish liquid before arching his eyebrows, squinting, and darting into the nearby underbrush after what may be a Warg and may be an oversized rabbit.

[Kransha]

Alright, I am unsure of many things in this world (one being the gender of several people I am about to post about), but one thing I most definitely DO know is that I, after the next recitation, will be stoned…so, please, stick to pebbles…

A Completely Off Topic Ode to a Few Barrow-Downers

Aman, mistress of the Dragon
Always has the final flagon.
Eomer’s got more bite than bark
Like a warg in darkest dark.
Fordim might not have a care
But in mind he’s loads to spare.
BW’s green, not black, not gray
And he’ll steal your life away.
Saucepan’s sauced without a fuss,
His garb of choice cacophonous.
Estelyn’s a madam great
Who puts some fun in all our fate.
Nuru is a lass who’s true
With a speck of ‘jolly’ too.
Bethberry, O regal maid,
Not a crude word ever said.
Firefoot strikes me quite the horse;
Steed of hero’s (but of course!).
Perky is a tricky lad
Throughout his days his ne’er been had.
E. Skywalker’s got quite a theme
With her the force is strong, it seems.
Meela, timid she is not,
Who says Stewards aren’t ‘hot?’
I, though, am a simple man,
With too much time on my hands…

Yours, most sincerely,
Official Barrow-Downs Sovereign of Sinister, Duke of Doom, Baron of Belligerence, Earl of Evilness, Tsar of Terribleness, Count of Calamity, Minister of Mischief, Master of Mayhem, Bringer of Bellicosity, Monarch of Madness, Lord of Lackadaisicalness, Ambassador of Anarchy, Messenger of Messiness, and All-Around Evil, Evil, Evil, Fellow,
Kransha, (who looks exactly like his avatar)

[Fordim Hedgethistle]

*Fordim falls off his chair laughing like a loon; when he can finally stand again, he does so and gives Kransha an ovation*

I hereby nominate Kransha the poet laureate of the Barrow-Downs.

[Orofaniel]

Having very little imagination of my own I always think of people as their avatars, whether it's a person, animal, or object. Like Orofaniel who I will always imagine as a crazy dancing mouse.

Now that's interesting Carlas. =P

But the truth is, I hate to dance. I never dance. And I don't consider myself as a mouse, although I know some other people do. Crazy? Depends on who you ask... So, just a mouse then, eh? Mouse is fine.

The non-dancing mouse,
Orofaniel

Kransha - Btw; what a lovely poem! =D

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Fea jumps a little too enthusiastically out of her chair, knocking over a few BDers, as well as their drinks, books, wigs, and llamas.

I second that nomination!!!! Props to Kransha, and my only regret for his most excellent poem is that I wasn't featured in it.

On second thought, Fea realizes that her jumping up and knocking people, things, and llamas over has informed her dear BD friends that she is clumsy. She hastily tries to fix her phrasiology...: "Fea *doesn't* jump..."

Fea