Post by telcharaprentice on Mar 24, 2009 19:50:20 GMT -5
Name: Gwaithalion (Gwaith = people, thalion = strong)
Age: 953
Gender: Male
Race: Elf (Sindarin)
Homeland: Doriath
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 155 lb.
Build: Medium
Skin Color: light
Hair Color: dirty blond
Eye Color: blue
Other Features: good looking for my age
Weapon of Choice: spear
Personality: Friendly, I prefer to make friends than enemies
History: Born in Doriath, I was raised by my kin the Sindarin, kin of Thingol the King. I traveled often in my youth. I never understood the hatred between the races of middle earth. As I traveled I made many friends including many dwarves. I became so interested in Dwarven smithery that I took up apprenticeship with a dwarf named Frunlin son of Frungin. After I learned all I could from him I took up apprenticeship with the master smith Telchar of Nogrod, the smith who forged Angrist, Narsil, and the Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin. I am unaccepted by some elves and some dwarves. I have been ostracized at times and can take care of myself in the wilderness quite well. One time while I was hunting in the forest of Brethil I saw a strange animal, so I pursued it. As I ran, it ran faster and faster, and I struggled to keep up, all of a sudden I found myself in another land, the land between the lands.
**Note: My original plans included living in Mirkwood and being present at the reforging of Narsil into Anduril, however, I realized that being both the apprentice of Telchar and being present at the reforging of Narsil would mean that I would have to be alive for something like 7,000 years, and that's pretty long even for an elf.
Age: 953
Gender: Male
Race: Elf (Sindarin)
Homeland: Doriath
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 155 lb.
Build: Medium
Skin Color: light
Hair Color: dirty blond
Eye Color: blue
Other Features: good looking for my age
Weapon of Choice: spear
Personality: Friendly, I prefer to make friends than enemies
History: Born in Doriath, I was raised by my kin the Sindarin, kin of Thingol the King. I traveled often in my youth. I never understood the hatred between the races of middle earth. As I traveled I made many friends including many dwarves. I became so interested in Dwarven smithery that I took up apprenticeship with a dwarf named Frunlin son of Frungin. After I learned all I could from him I took up apprenticeship with the master smith Telchar of Nogrod, the smith who forged Angrist, Narsil, and the Dragon-helm of Dor-lómin. I am unaccepted by some elves and some dwarves. I have been ostracized at times and can take care of myself in the wilderness quite well. One time while I was hunting in the forest of Brethil I saw a strange animal, so I pursued it. As I ran, it ran faster and faster, and I struggled to keep up, all of a sudden I found myself in another land, the land between the lands.
**Note: My original plans included living in Mirkwood and being present at the reforging of Narsil into Anduril, however, I realized that being both the apprentice of Telchar and being present at the reforging of Narsil would mean that I would have to be alive for something like 7,000 years, and that's pretty long even for an elf.
