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ABAX PLOTTING - CASA DE ELF
Dec. 2nd, 2011 11:29 pmHokay so, due to Haldir being Haldir and very much of the, 'you require aid? ELF TO THE RESCUE!' he's invited a lot of people around to chill at Casa De Elf. So far I think we have
CASA DE ELF
Haldir
Legolas
Arwen
Amy Pond
Sparecouch for Gandalf
Sif can come stay too.
Plus room for any other LotR muses out there.
Anyone I missed? Any one wants in? Let me know pls.Except you Loki.
Oh and camp names would be awesome.
CASA DE ELF
Haldir
Legolas
Arwen
Amy Pond
Sparecouch for Gandalf
Sif can come stay too.
Plus room for any other LotR muses out there.
Anyone I missed? Any one wants in? Let me know pls.
Oh and camp names would be awesome.
App for ABAX
Nov. 21st, 2011 10:24 pmplayer information.
name: Mari
are you over 18?: Yes.
personal lj:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marigoldsthorn
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: marigoldsthorn @ Plurk and AIM
characters in abax: Harry Dresden
in character information.
series: The Lord of the Rings (Combination of Movie and Books)
name: Haldir
sex: Male
age:2081
race: Elf
height: 6'4"
weight: 165
canon point: Mid-Battle of Helms Deep
previous cr: Nope.
history:
Wiki Link for Haldir: Link for Information on Elves:
Born in Lothlórien, the Eldest of three brothers. His Father was a skilled Healer, his Mother an Artisan.
Grew up safe and well loved, guarding his younger brothers and exploring Lothlórien as was the way for his people.
Though skilled in many things, he showed little talent and patience for healing and so directed his attention to martial arts. Though his father was saddened by this, he was never disappointed, though Haldir often believed so. He as a warrior still studied rudimentary healing and care for the wounded.
Haldir reached puberty at 100, and began training in earnest showing great skill in archery and a knack for stealth.
He reached full maturity at 150 years approx. Strange for an elf, he did not marry while young as is custom. Thus it seemed he would be destined for a strange fate.
Over the course of 1000 years Haldir travels from Lórien with his Father to Imladris and, strange for one of the Galadhrim, he continues to travel, as a guard to others or simply as a scout, learning Westron and gaining some knowledge of the lands beyond the eaves of Lothlórien.
When his travels cease, he becomes a Marchwarden of Lórien, his younger brothers following in his stead. This duty he takes seriously, performing well and gaining a position of leader ship.
During the War of the Ring, is it he who intercepts the Fellowship of the Ring as they enter Lórien, and protects them as they rest and eventually guides them to Caras Galadhon. When they leave, he takes a two day journey fro, his post to bid them farewell.
Months later, when the people of Rohan prepare for the Battle of Helms Deep, Haldir leads a company of elves to the Fortress honour the old alliances and to aid Theoden and Aragorn in the defence of the people there.
Haldir fought in the Battle and was slain by an Uruk while calling for a retreat. He was survived by his Brothers.
personality:
Haldir is upon first impression, polite, cool and very focused. Indeed he takes his duty as Marchwarden very seriously, following the Laws of Lórien with diligence. The defence of his home and his people is his first priority and one he takes to with great care, leading a small band which includes his brothers with calm but firm command.
In combat he is strong and unyielding, greatly skilled with his bow and just as much with his sword. He holds no joy for conflict, much preferring peace though he carries his peoples bitter hatred for Orcs in their ilk. Even so, he is not cruel to his enemies, but ruthless, seeking to end any battle with as much speed as possible. His is not without fear, however. Death terrifies him, his own and that of his brothers especially.
However he is far from aloof and cold. As is the nature of his kin, though he is private and secretive, Haldir is warm and compassionate, displaying great care for living things, be they pant animal or otherwise. He is charmed by the Hobbits while they are under his care and though he does not care for Gimli, he holds no hostility for the dwarf and in fact apologises for having to blindfold him. He is quite flexible when it comes to ordinary affairs but when he reaches a point he can be a stubborn as stone.
He does not have the same level of curiosity that he did when much younger, there is still a daring and adventurous streak within him that peeks out now and then and even while obeying the law, he will show kindness if he can and speak with strangers with greater ease than his fellow Marchwardens.
He enjoys much in his spare time, tending a garden when he can and whiles away much time carving and shaping wood into a number of things including his very own bow and small wooden figures. He enjoys music in whatever form so long as it is pleasing to the ear and takes joy in hearing stories of all kinds. He has little gift for stories himself and though he sings, it is rarely before those he does not know.
When it comes to family there is little he will not do to keep them safe, and his glad to dedicate his life to protecting that which is fair and wholesome. He gladly risks his own immortality for his land and people and despite knowing that to do so would be his death, Haldir leads a battalion of elves to Helms Deep and fights there without hesitation.
abilities/powers:
Being an Elf, Haldir holds a number of abilities and powers unique to his people:
He is stronger than an ordinary man and capable of enduring much than men cannot.
Ceaseless activity without rest. Heat, cold and far greater injuries without loss of life. Vital injuries can still kill him and he cannot grow back lost limbs and such, but what he can heal does so quickly. Haldir is also immune to disease but can weaken and die without food and water and can also die from grief.
He has no need to sleep, instead resting with eyes open.
He has keen hearing and sight far beyond that of any mortal man and far greater balance and dexterity, enough to allow him to run across a tightly suspended piece of rope as one would a stone bridge.
He has rudimentary knowledge of healing and herblore, though he holds no great skill in the craft.
He is skilled in combat, with knowledge of tactics and practise in leading warriors.
He also has a talent in carving, making his own weapons and that of his brothers from the wood of the Mallorn of Lórien.
first person sample:
[The feed flicks on showing the face of Haldir, his features pulled into a frown that does not mar its beauty.]
By what power have I been brought here?
And to whom may I direct my questions for I have no desire to remain bound in this darkness.
[He glances off screen, focus elsewhere as if listening. Whatever it is he's hearing, it doesn't get picked up by the microphone.]
Also, to any that may know, where might I find a weapon to defend myself with?
Make haste, for I fear I will not be alone for much longer.
third person sample:
Though far from the tree's of his home, living up high is both a habit and a comfort to Haldir.
In an abandoned apartment with wide open windows, he made his home with scavenged cloth and furniture, warm natural colours, plenty of green and lamps fed by oil or lit from within by candles.
It's comfortable, it's safe and for now, it's home. It's here he waits for his invited guest to arrive, settled against the edge of the apartments balcony, turning wood in his hand as he considered it's shape and his current situation.
When he'd arrived he felt the danger of despair threaten to overwhelm him, this night time city a very nightmare to the elf. There was next to no plant life, no way of escape and his kin... while he was not alone, indeed, there were those from his lands here, he felt the absence of his brothers and missed his home.
His hands paused and carefully he brought knife to its surface and started shaping the lump of wood. There he stayed until he heard the quiet sounds of feet upon the stairs and then the hall, moving towards his home.
His guest had arrived.
Slipping the knife away, he spared another glance for the lifeless city and sighed. Despair reared within him and he had to force it away as he crossed the warmly lit living area towards his door.
Now was not the time.
case no: Nope. Go for your life.
name: Mari
are you over 18?: Yes.
personal lj:
marigoldsthornemail/msn/aim/plurk/etc: marigoldsthorn @ Plurk and AIM
characters in abax: Harry Dresden
in character information.
series: The Lord of the Rings (Combination of Movie and Books)
name: Haldir
sex: Male
age:2081
race: Elf
height: 6'4"
weight: 165
canon point: Mid-Battle of Helms Deep
previous cr: Nope.
history:
Wiki Link for Haldir: Link for Information on Elves:
Born in Lothlórien, the Eldest of three brothers. His Father was a skilled Healer, his Mother an Artisan.
Grew up safe and well loved, guarding his younger brothers and exploring Lothlórien as was the way for his people.
Though skilled in many things, he showed little talent and patience for healing and so directed his attention to martial arts. Though his father was saddened by this, he was never disappointed, though Haldir often believed so. He as a warrior still studied rudimentary healing and care for the wounded.
Haldir reached puberty at 100, and began training in earnest showing great skill in archery and a knack for stealth.
He reached full maturity at 150 years approx. Strange for an elf, he did not marry while young as is custom. Thus it seemed he would be destined for a strange fate.
Over the course of 1000 years Haldir travels from Lórien with his Father to Imladris and, strange for one of the Galadhrim, he continues to travel, as a guard to others or simply as a scout, learning Westron and gaining some knowledge of the lands beyond the eaves of Lothlórien.
When his travels cease, he becomes a Marchwarden of Lórien, his younger brothers following in his stead. This duty he takes seriously, performing well and gaining a position of leader ship.
During the War of the Ring, is it he who intercepts the Fellowship of the Ring as they enter Lórien, and protects them as they rest and eventually guides them to Caras Galadhon. When they leave, he takes a two day journey fro, his post to bid them farewell.
Months later, when the people of Rohan prepare for the Battle of Helms Deep, Haldir leads a company of elves to the Fortress honour the old alliances and to aid Theoden and Aragorn in the defence of the people there.
Haldir fought in the Battle and was slain by an Uruk while calling for a retreat. He was survived by his Brothers.
personality:
Haldir is upon first impression, polite, cool and very focused. Indeed he takes his duty as Marchwarden very seriously, following the Laws of Lórien with diligence. The defence of his home and his people is his first priority and one he takes to with great care, leading a small band which includes his brothers with calm but firm command.
In combat he is strong and unyielding, greatly skilled with his bow and just as much with his sword. He holds no joy for conflict, much preferring peace though he carries his peoples bitter hatred for Orcs in their ilk. Even so, he is not cruel to his enemies, but ruthless, seeking to end any battle with as much speed as possible. His is not without fear, however. Death terrifies him, his own and that of his brothers especially.
However he is far from aloof and cold. As is the nature of his kin, though he is private and secretive, Haldir is warm and compassionate, displaying great care for living things, be they pant animal or otherwise. He is charmed by the Hobbits while they are under his care and though he does not care for Gimli, he holds no hostility for the dwarf and in fact apologises for having to blindfold him. He is quite flexible when it comes to ordinary affairs but when he reaches a point he can be a stubborn as stone.
He does not have the same level of curiosity that he did when much younger, there is still a daring and adventurous streak within him that peeks out now and then and even while obeying the law, he will show kindness if he can and speak with strangers with greater ease than his fellow Marchwardens.
He enjoys much in his spare time, tending a garden when he can and whiles away much time carving and shaping wood into a number of things including his very own bow and small wooden figures. He enjoys music in whatever form so long as it is pleasing to the ear and takes joy in hearing stories of all kinds. He has little gift for stories himself and though he sings, it is rarely before those he does not know.
When it comes to family there is little he will not do to keep them safe, and his glad to dedicate his life to protecting that which is fair and wholesome. He gladly risks his own immortality for his land and people and despite knowing that to do so would be his death, Haldir leads a battalion of elves to Helms Deep and fights there without hesitation.
abilities/powers:
Being an Elf, Haldir holds a number of abilities and powers unique to his people:
He is stronger than an ordinary man and capable of enduring much than men cannot.
Ceaseless activity without rest. Heat, cold and far greater injuries without loss of life. Vital injuries can still kill him and he cannot grow back lost limbs and such, but what he can heal does so quickly. Haldir is also immune to disease but can weaken and die without food and water and can also die from grief.
He has no need to sleep, instead resting with eyes open.
He has keen hearing and sight far beyond that of any mortal man and far greater balance and dexterity, enough to allow him to run across a tightly suspended piece of rope as one would a stone bridge.
He has rudimentary knowledge of healing and herblore, though he holds no great skill in the craft.
He is skilled in combat, with knowledge of tactics and practise in leading warriors.
He also has a talent in carving, making his own weapons and that of his brothers from the wood of the Mallorn of Lórien.
first person sample:
[The feed flicks on showing the face of Haldir, his features pulled into a frown that does not mar its beauty.]
By what power have I been brought here?
And to whom may I direct my questions for I have no desire to remain bound in this darkness.
[He glances off screen, focus elsewhere as if listening. Whatever it is he's hearing, it doesn't get picked up by the microphone.]
Also, to any that may know, where might I find a weapon to defend myself with?
Make haste, for I fear I will not be alone for much longer.
third person sample:
Though far from the tree's of his home, living up high is both a habit and a comfort to Haldir.
In an abandoned apartment with wide open windows, he made his home with scavenged cloth and furniture, warm natural colours, plenty of green and lamps fed by oil or lit from within by candles.
It's comfortable, it's safe and for now, it's home. It's here he waits for his invited guest to arrive, settled against the edge of the apartments balcony, turning wood in his hand as he considered it's shape and his current situation.
When he'd arrived he felt the danger of despair threaten to overwhelm him, this night time city a very nightmare to the elf. There was next to no plant life, no way of escape and his kin... while he was not alone, indeed, there were those from his lands here, he felt the absence of his brothers and missed his home.
His hands paused and carefully he brought knife to its surface and started shaping the lump of wood. There he stayed until he heard the quiet sounds of feet upon the stairs and then the hall, moving towards his home.
His guest had arrived.
Slipping the knife away, he spared another glance for the lifeless city and sighed. Despair reared within him and he had to force it away as he crossed the warmly lit living area towards his door.
Now was not the time.
case no: Nope. Go for your life.
