I thought it was supposed to be us, literally.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIIt was. And it can still be you literally, but some people had problems with that.
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...Oh, good. I've only seen the movie.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOII compromised; personality wise I'm still playing as me, but with a more appropriate skillset.
"Yup. That tasted purple."I don't think any of us are actually fit enough to go along in such a journey in real life.
Even those who are would rapidly fall to a group of ten orcs... never mind the Cave Troll.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything....That's a good point.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIWell, I'm probably fit enough (I work out five times a week and can run a ten-minute mile), but I wouldn't abandon my colleagues. So yeah... we'd all die.
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...How about an idealized version of me?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIWell, even the fit ones probably aren't legendary swordfighters or leaders of countries so yeah. An idealized version of me would be a Mary Sue obviously.
We're inexperienced people chosen because... umm, let's say they couldn't find anyone else. We're the B-List Fellowship, sort of. Or else Larsa had the Ring and we were the only volunteers because everyone else thought we'd fail since the Bearer's human.
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...Oh, so, uh...
I play LITERALLY as myself? Physically as well? This'll end well, I'm sure...
My new account at: EventuaI thought that we were LITERALLY being dropped into LOTR. Like a trans-dimensional portal was opened and all my asthmatic, allergic, cold-weakened, meager 170 lbs. self were being thrusted into a world of fantasy.
That's ok though, I'd hate to have ents on my 'avoid always' list on the same tier as cave trolls.
I'll be the token (Tolkien? Ha!) elf and wield a sword and shield.
I don't need you, I can travel this journey on my own. Worry not, my comrades.
edited 22nd Oct '10 3:50:49 PM by Shichibukai
Requiem ~ September 2010 - October 2011 [Banned 4 Life](Originally, we were literally dropped into ME. But things have changed, and in my opinion it's not too bad.)
Name: Arvena Peredhel Age: Roughly 2000 Gender: Female Religious Beliefs: Devoutly worships Iluvatar, and though she isn't Noldorin (read: extra-high-elf who is from/descended from Valinor's people) she has very little fear of evil things. Background: She's from a loving family - human father, Sindar mother - but left her home to find her fortune and has stayed in Rivendell for some time before the events of the plot.
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...^ Okay then
Name: (Lord) Larsa. Age: 24 Gender: Male. Religious Beliefs: Believes in the power of nature, otherwise spiritually ignorant. Background: Brought up by his father since his mother died when he was young. Used to a solitary and anonymous life hunting in the Northern Wilderness since the age of 15. He gained the title "Lord" after winning a wager with a Dwarf King.
edited 22nd Oct '10 4:41:09 PM by Shichibukai
Requiem ~ September 2010 - October 2011 [Banned 4 Life]Ah, well then, so we ARE going to be playing alternate versions of ourselves, then... in all fairness, it does make more sense this way. I seriously cannot imagine myself serving as a member of the fellowship. Seriously, they'd have to be pretty damn optimistic and kind of an idiot to give me such an important role to play.
Eadwyn (Ee-du-eni) of Aldburg, from Rohan.
Something of a Combat Medic and skilled with horses. Armed with a spear, but not a brilliant fighter.
Was raised in a large, caring family. Life has been pretty good, and although he/I dislike conflict, the idea of seeing the world (lacking internet, after all) leads Eadwyn/myself to journey forth. For how can you really learn about something unless you experience it yourself?
So yeah, that's my character/alternate version of me. I'll still play as honest to myself as possible, with the major differences being that I'm now physically fit enough to be useful, and being able to ride a horse.
edited 23rd Oct '10 5:07:55 AM by E.H.Grayson
My new account at: EventuaIlisti of Lothlorien. Wields primarily a bow and has an elven longsword as well.
Blessed with the stereotypical elf gifts of Bishounen and other perfect-being like talents. 300 years old.
Sarcastic and has quite a bit more personality than many elves.
Can't figure out how to make myself fit while still keeping my character elvish enough.
The one thing I'd like to comment on is your age, Neo. Most elves see human time completely differently (Legolas in the films is 7,000 years old) and one elven year is 144 human years. If you want to be different, that's cool, but I thought I'd let you know you'd be easily the youngest member of the party mentally. ;D
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...Waitwaitwait, he's that freakin old?
Dammit, I've been looking at incorrect sources.
Ok, divide that age by 10 and multiply by 144. Uhh so 4320 years old.
According to the Complete Tolkien Companion, elf years are 144 human years. So basically to convert your own age multiply by 144.
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...If we are going to be signing up as characters, it might be a good idea to jot them down on the opening post... just thought I ought to mention.
Also, will the discussion and roleplay threads go up soon?
My new account at: EventuaI'm actually going to launch them now... it's October 24, how convenient!
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...OK, let's get this over with:
Name: Tyrean
Age: 28
Weapons: Longbow, sword.
As a Ranger, he's skilled in stealth and dealing with a target whilst remaining hidden, but can still hold his own in a close-quarters fight.
Normally quiet, but can be quite talkative if forced into conversation.
"Yup. That tasted purple."
It was a RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR! How was I supposed to know?
(Do I think it's a good idea? No. But then again, seeing as I'm peredhel [half-elven] I can always kill him.)
Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life...