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Post by QofM on Jul 1, 2011 21:30:35 GMT -5
I was just reminded of this when I looked in the #rpg room for old-time-y sakes! Pretty sweet stuff.. haha :]
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Post by QofM on Jan 2, 2005 0:25:53 GMT -5
Dunoiel cleans after the Princes ball. She had spent the night serving punch and other refreshments to the guests; but that was finally done. She did not hate her job here, at the palace, it could become tiring though. Caring a stack of cloths used to cover tables sitting in the Citadel Dunoiel walks back toward the washing room (there is a washing room right?).
Some of the young ladies that had attended the ball tonight look slightly inebriated, their appointed servants leading them back to their rooms. Then again, it might not have been the drinks served as much as it was their own personal conversation with the prince. Many of the girls looked dazed, like country girls seeing the big city for the first time. Dunoiel laughed wryly to herself. Walking in to the washing rooms a flood of gossip seemed to flow over her. She quickly set down the sheets and walked out once more. That was something that set her teeth on end; endless talk with out courtesy. Sighing she made here way towards the gate near the Citadel. Night was beginning to fade in to morning as finally reached the gate.
(I'll put up the char sheet in a bit:))
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Post by QofM on Jan 2, 2005 1:22:53 GMT -5
Just wanted to say hello; so... hello, greetings, and all other salutations.
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Post by QofM on Jan 5, 2005 22:17:22 GMT -5
I remember you Linders!!
*thinks of your "vacation in Rohan" and smiles greatly*
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Post by QofM on Jan 2, 2005 1:14:38 GMT -5
Name: Dunoiel Eregloa
Race: Gondorian
Sex: Female
Age: Early 20’s
Appearance: Long dark brown hair and gray eyes, she has high cheek bones and a strong nose; she is more handsome than beautiful. She wares a green tunic covered by a black dress with the symbols king of Gondor on the upper left breast. She is 5’7”, an average height with a stronger build. She has very little of the Dúnadain in her.
Weapon(s): Carries none. (as of yet)
Skill: Good at healing wound and mending cloth. Her father and brothers taught her how to throw daggers well and ride a horse for long distances.
Strengths: She knows some herb lore and a little Quenya. She is also very accurate with daggers and has a good rein on her temper.
Weakness: She has a very lenient understanding of right and wrong. Sometimes it is too lenient. Another weakness of hers is gossip; she enjoys good conversation but has a very blunt idea of how gossip doesn’t qualify as decent talk.
History: Dunoiel was born to a family of farmers that lived along the base of the White Mountains. She was the last child born to her father and the only girl among her three elder brothers. Growing up she had a love of lore and language. Her mother loved her dearly and fed her desire to learn by teaching her Quenya, a language roughly preserved in her house hold. As a child she rode frequently along their land, which wasn’t much but proved sufficient enough to teach her to ride well.
After her 17th birthday her father sent her to Minas Tirith to find an “easier life,” as her father put it. Her brother Aoson, the eldest accompanied her and saw to it that she had a respectable job. She found work at the citadel of the king performing simple chores and every now and then helping in the house of healing; which she greatly enjoyed.
A few years after becoming situated in Minas Tirith she received the news that her family farm had been raided by a stray band of Orcs that some how managed to cross the Anduin. This was a grieves blow to her, all the more horrible by the fact that the family wasn’t found and neither were their corpses. She has a hate for Orcs, yet by this incident her views of right and wrong were permanently scared.
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