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| Legolas; of the Woodland Realm | |
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| Legolas | Feb 4 2008, 06:13 PM Post #1 |
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About You Name: J Contact Info: Available upon request Characters on WotR: N/A How Did You Find Us?: Advertisement General Information: Name: Legolas Alias: Greenleaf (the translation of Legolas into the Common Speech), Legolas Thranduilion Gender: Male Homeland and Descent: Hailing from Mirkwood, Legolas is by descent a Sindarin, or Grey Elf, but his mannerisms and culture are more akin to that of a Silvan Elf Age: 822 years In the Service of: King Thranduil and the Woodland Realm of Mirkwood Weaponry Weapons: Legolas carries with him such arms that befit a true hunter and wanderer of the many roads and paths of the woods. His weapons are light, but sturdy rather than heavy and cumbersome, and while he is skilled in many types of arms, his weapons of choice are a quiver and a bow and two long hunting knives. The hilts of the blades are of white birch, and are etched with gold inlaid carvings resembling vines, that loop and climb around the wood and flow into the pale metal of the curved blades. Including the hilt, the knives come to approximately twenty-two inches and hang on his back in scabbards on either side of his quiver. Their positioning here, in the back, is quite crucial as it makes drawing a knife as quick and as easy as drawing an arrow when the battle comes to close quarters. And while the knives are quite deadly in their own right, and especially so in this Woodland Elf’s deft hands, it is his skill with the bow and the arrow that are truly to be feared by his enemies. Dark in contrast to the light knives, Legolas’s bow is made of a hickory wood that is inlaid with the same golden vines that wend their way up and around it. The arrows are about half the length of the bow, are made of the same wood, and tipped with dark steel, and end with orange feathers. Armor: None at this time Steed: He arrived in Rivendell from Mirkwood on Brelos, a horse from his homeland. Powers: Legolas does not possess any powers that are out of the ordinary for Elves, but some of his gifts are notable. He possesses a keen sight that allows him to see leagues beyond what many mortals can view, exceptional hearing, a nimbleness that allows him to walk lightly above even deep drifts of snow, and lastly an uncanny ability to sense things beyond physical sight. He does not tire easily and is resistant to many hardships and physical hurts. Description Physical Description: Tall in the reckoning of men, but of average height for an Elf, Legolas stands at approximately 6’. Lithe and slender, his poise and movements are clear indications of his heritage both as an Elf, but also as a true hunter and scout of the forests as he is accustomed to moving quickly and silently through the trees and the underbrush in pursuit of his quarry. His hands are long-fingered and able to perform the deftest of motions with a delicate grace while simultaneously being filled with enough strength to be able to hold the string of his bow sure and steady without a tremble. Despite spending a large portion of his life out of doors, Legolas’s skin remains fair while possessing a healthy colour to it, and serves to cover a labyrinth of defined muscles that in turn enclose a slender frame. This Elf’s face is oval in shape and has borne witness to many places, lands, peoples, and ordeals yet none have truly left a mark or have marred him, and he has somehow been able to remain pristine. His cheekbones are high, yet soft, and serve to support deep and bright blue eyes that glitter softly and intently with a scintillating intelligence of one taking in, analysing, and absorbing everything that their gaze falls upon. While wide and boisterous smiles are hard to come by, his mouth is often curved into a variety close-lipped smiles that are often accompanied by expressive eyebrows. Sleek, blond hair is worn long to the middle of his back, with a braid falling down the middle accompanied by two smaller side-braids that are essential in ensuring that such nice hair does not become entangled during the course of shooting arrows at enemy Orcs. Most often Legolas is seen wearing a two-toned, olive coloured, suede jerkin the upper part of which has been decorated with Elven patters that have been burned into the material. This part of his outfit extends to mid-thigh. Under the jerkin, he wears a pale blue, high-collared shirt. He also wears a pair of fitted grey trousers made of knitted suede cloth that he has tucked into wrap-around style leather boots. A pair of sturdy leather vambraces is also worn. Both the vambraces and the boots have been designed with the same Elven patters that appear on the jerkin. On his bow hand (the left) he wears a brown leather glove and on his string hand he wears a finger protection. Over top all of this he wears a dark green cloak. Avatar: Orlando Bloom Personality: Perhaps it is because of his relative youth as one of the Eldar people, but Legolas is not fully possessed of the sadness and grave mannerisms of the more noble Elves. Rather, this prince of Mirkwood is far more similar to the Wood Elves who are as “fun-loving” as it is for Elves to be. Usually cheerful and good-natured, Legolas can almost always find the silver lining in the darkest of clouds, and it is difficult to find him mourning for the sorrow of these days, as he prefers to live in the now rather than to look back on the past and live in memories. Feeling slightly out of place in the grand halls and cities of Imladris and the like, after spending the majority of his time in the lesser cities of the relatively rural lands of the Silvan peoples, Legolas is, nevertheless, adaptable and pragmatic in his ability to conform to new situations and peoples. He often greets situations with calmness and a strange sense of humour. Although he bears the title of “prince” one would not know it, for Legolas acts nothing like royalty, or even nobility for that matter. Never identifying himself as the son of a king, Legolas instead identifies himself by his friends or simply as one of the Woodland Elves, as he would be known instead for the company that he keeps and the way of life that he lives rather than his blood. Although Legolas is possessed of a certain calm, he does have a tendency to succumb to emotional outbursts and let his cool demeanour slip when he is in distress or when he is speaking about something that he is particularly passionate about. While this is not necessarily a fault, it can lead to him saying things that he otherwise might have held in check. And while it is not a strong one, he does have the tendency to be slightly petty, although he is not one to hold grudges. He wouldn’t consider himself a prejudiced individual, but given his own, and his people’s history, he carries with him a mistrust, as well as more than a few misconceptions about Dwarves, and usually expects the worst of them and their practices. Oddly enough, he has created a kind of self-fulfilling prophecy as his ways and words around Dwarves elicits from them the kind of behaviour and mannerisms that he expects, creating a vicious cycle, if you would. Despite having all the time to do so, Legolas is not well versed in his own people’s lore or history, and likewise he does not give much attention to the politics or goings-on of the High Elves. Every bit a Silvan Elf, he seeks knowledge instead from the natural world. Like-wise, neither does he share the sea longing so often felt by many other Elves, although this may change in time when he looks upon the sea or chances to hear a gull’s cry. History: Legolas’s history begins with his father, Thranduil, and his grandfather, Oropher. Oropher, a Sindarin Elf from Doriath, it was who established the Woodland Realm with a handful of others (including his son, Thranduil) after the fall of Beleriand in the First Age. Oropher believed that peace would follow if he and his people returned to a simpler time and age of the Elves among the forests as it was thought that this was the natural way for an Elf to live. Adopting the lifestyle of the Silvan Elves who already inhabited the great forest, Oropher and his followers “went native” as it were and became hardly distinguishable from the people they had come to live with as they adopted their customs and their language. Shortly after, Oropher established himself as a king of this land. In the Second Age, Oropher moved his people northward and away from the southwestern end of the Greenwood as Sauron began to accumulate power in Mordor, south of them. But it was not only because of the forces of darkness that Oropher moved his people, but because he began to mistrust the rulers of Lórien, Celeborn and Galadriel, especially the latter as he was suspicious of her former cravings for power. As well, Oropher grew concerned with the encroachment of the Dwarven power of Moria close to his lands. But, however much he tried to stay out of the affairs of the rest of Middle Earth, Oropher came to realize that he could not do so forever, and joined the Last Alliance that would defeat Sauron. Unfortunately, Oropher was killed at the Battle of Dagorlad and did not live to see the day of Sauron’s defeat. After the War, Thranduil returned home and took his father’s place as King, a title that he still bears today. It was at this time also, that Thranduil took one of the Silvan Elves to be his wife and queen. Born during the time of Watchful Peace, Legolas grew up amidst the trees and the groves, learning to be a scout and a hunter and learning the ways of the natural world while being watchful, but not necessarily caring, of the outside world. He got on (and always has) well with his father where many have not, due to King Thranduil’s rather…taciturn nature and ill temper. However, the peace that was in the Greenwood was not as it seemed as Sauron the Deceiver took up residence in Dol Guldur causing an evil shadow to descend so that the forest was ever after called Mirkwood. Thranduil’s people entrenched themselves in the mountains where they became a diminished and wary people, mistrustful of nearly all. It was this fearfulness that was partially responsible for the unjust imprisonment of Thorin Oakenshield and his band of Dwarves when they crossed into the Elves’ territory. Having held up a good relationship with the Men of Lake-Town, Legolas and his father set out with a company of Elves to give them aid after receiving word of the city's ruin by the Dragon Smaug. Upon their arrival, they were quite surprised to meet Thorin and company again and immediately sided with King Bard over his claim to a share of the treasure under the mountain, and they were prepared to fight with him for it against the Dwarves. However, when Orcs and Wargs came down from the Misty Mountains, the Elves put their differences aside and fought with Dain Ironfoot to defeat a mutual enemy in what became known as the Battle of the Five Armies. After the battle, a peaceful agreement was decided upon and all went their separate ways. Although evil had been driven out of Mirkwood for a time after the death of Smaug, the dark days continued on when one of the Dunédain, Aragorn, brought the strange creature, Gollum, to Mirkwood and Legolas was charged with keeping him captive. Shortly after, the grey wizard came and questioned the prisoner, though about what Legolas did not know, and after Gandalf’s departure, he was instructed to keep the strange creature safe, and he obliged. However, Legolas and his kin took pity on the withered thing and often let him climb one of the tallest trees, which he was fond of. It turned into a daily activity, and Legolas began to feel that there was some hope left for Gollum until one day when the creature refused to come down from the tree and stayed there long into the night as his guards tried to coax him down. That same night, Orcs from over the mountains launched an attack against northern Mirkwood taking the Elves unaware and slaying many until they were driven off. When Legolas returned to Gollum’s tree, he found that the creature had disappeared and that his charges had been killed. It seemed that the attack had been launched specifically so that Gollum could escape from Mirkwood. Legolas and his kin tried to recapture him, following his trail deep into the forest of the south, but they had to abandon their pursuit when they came too close to the fortress of Dol Guldur, which still remains a very evil place even after Sauron was driven from it. And now, Legolas has travelled to Imladris to inform Elrond of Gollum’s escape. Currently he knows that the escape was a blow, but as of right now he does not know how great a blow it truly is. And while he awaits the council at Imladris to commence, there is a certain anxiousness and heaviness that weighs upon him as he wonders why he has been asked to sit at the council and why his tidings of the escape of Gollum must be said to all in attendance. Misc. Info Sample RP: Sample taken from an X-Men RPG (Pick Up the Pieces) where I play Magneto An iron grey sky hung above, its belly sunk low so that it seemed to be a great leviathan pressing down upon the land below it. The rain pounded, infused with ice by the frigid air it had fallen through, but for all its apparent anger it only succeeded in battering the metal roof of a bus that continued about its business as though the rain was not even present. Erik could hear it though, reverberating above his head and to him it was a deafening sound beating against his ears. The bus trundled along a crumpled and creased road, past waterlogged fields that were drained of vibrancy, as though the rain had washed all the colour and life from them. He had been on the bus a long time now, and while he would once have felt perfectly content being surrounded on all sides by metal, he now felt trapped and mortal. What he used to be was now only a fading memory, and it felt as though there was only an empty chasm beneath him, a yawning maw that was eager to feast upon what was left of the former Master of Magnetism. How could it end this way? How had it come to this? There were people around him, but to him it would have been just the same as if he had been alone on the bus. Lost within the thoughts of his own, he didn’t notice them even while he was now simply part of the lowly masses. Little did the woman reading her cheap romance novel know that only a few short years ago this elderly gentleman now seated beside her had attempted to murder her, along everyone else enclosed with them. It seemed a lifetime ago. Finally, the bus approached its destination and the looming black gate rose up from the nothing around it to meet them. Erik had never expected that he would willingly travel into that gate for a second time. Raining like it had on the first day he had ever been here, he gingerly stepped off the bus, pulling his woollen overcoat tighter around him and his hat lower over his face. He kept forgetting after all that he was a wanted man, and that somehow he was still important in other people’s minds. If his old friend, Charles, had searched inside his tired brain now, he would finally have found what he had been looking all those years for, he would have found his precious “hope.” For that was why Erik had returned to this place, this place that still stank of death and rot in his memory and where enormous chimneys still belched human ashes into the sky within his mind’s eye. After all, it was here that he had first discovered that he was a mutant. And perhaps, in this place, he would rediscover his old power when faced with the horror that awaited his kind, if he did not return to them. Others: Thanks and credit must be given for a bunch of Lord of the Rings/Legolas fan sites for all the info/theorizing on Legolas’s past, age, and weaponry. Did you Read the Rules? (EDITED, ADMIN APPROVED) |
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| Boromir | Feb 5 2008, 02:52 PM Post #2 |
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O Hai Guys. I think my staff's doing well, this being their first bio. Well, let's eat. Great bio, it really does the Leggy goodness. The age thing is, as always with boards, a matter of debate, which frankly, I don't care for. The age is never stated, and the only indication I can recall is a line he says himself, directly from the books, in reference to Fangorn Forest, saying that it makes him feel young. So, naturally, any age younger than Fangorn is acceptable to me. That, and your argument is quite good. Good to know you know your stuff. I have nothing further to say. You staffers did a good job for a first job. Approved! |
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