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| Gimli; Son of Glóin | |
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| Gimli | Jan 19 2008, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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About You Name: Just call me Dan or Danny Contact Info: Zanehunter2000; aim. Ask for Msn! Characters on WotR: I might be willing to play a human character. Or two Or more Dwarves, got to love Dwarves. How Did You Find Us?: Through a link on my site? General Information: Name: Gimli Alias: Son of Glóin Gender: Male though one might be confused considering it's rumored that no Dwarf woman are left, hogwash it should be told for it true then there wouldn't be no male Dwarves. Homeland: Ered Luin, also called the Blue Mountains. Age: 140 years of age by the time the Gathering of the council takes place. In the Service of: In the service of the Duran's folk, to his Father and those he might consider himself loyal to bur never shall a Dwarf be loyal to an Elf. This is unheard of. Weaponry Weapons: "And my Axe" Gimli carries with him a sorted number of axes, one his main Axe a broad-bladed Axe that requires the strength of ten men to swing, made strong by the metals of the mountains of his homeland. He also carries a small single bladed Axe made lighter for close range combat and two throwing Axes lighter then normal and easy to throw even for one of such mighty strength as a Dwarf. Armor: Mithril is uncommon metal mined by Dwarves and is rarely seen any more if one is lucky in the deep minds of Moria one might find this rare metal, however Gimli had no such luck so for protection he wears simple chain mail. Over his long hair he wears a helmet made of fine Dwarven metals, the same metals that make up his armor. After all a Dwarf is sturdy and slow moving. Gimli's armor is adorned with fine craftsmen ship that would make most Dwarf men boast about it's gleam. It shines when the light of the morning sun hits hit. Most Dwarves prize this metal. As it's made with utmost care as if by magic. Dwarf armor making is an unknown art that only Dwarves are allowed to full grasp at in all it's wonder. The symbols on his armor speak of great kinsmen and the masters whom crafted such a metal. Steed: No Dwarf would be caught dead riding such a beast that smells, nor one they can't get their short legs over. Dwarves do not like to be made fun of for their poor horsemenship. In a mine what use is a steed? Simple Gimli has no need for one but if he were to ride one he'd be sure to complain but never would he be caught dead on one alone, for he'd never hear the end of it. Dwarves perhaps fear beast of burden. As these creatures are often known to be larger then any Dwarf cares to admit. Description Physical Description: Thus let it be known that a Dwarf makes up for what he lacks in height a fair warm face and a overgrown beard grown as if it were wild but kept tame with serious grooming. Often jewelry adorns a Dwarves braided beard. Let it be surly known that a Dwarf takes much pride in appearance. Let also be known that fair faced Dwarves often are a common site. Let be known that a Dwarf rarely leaves the security of his underground fortified cites for anything even to gaze upon himself and admire his beauty in the near by waters of underground streams. For Gimli he is of average Dwarven height standing just over four feet. Stout from eating a lot which isn’t unheard of for a Dwarf. His long golden brown beard is grown out and quite attractive to Dwarven woman folk, which highlights his plump cheeks and brings out the color of his eyes. Braided often for show, as a means to keep the bristles from entering ones nose. After all when a Dwarf snorts the mountains shatter. Trees sway and birds flee. Always wearing Dwarven armor crafted of fine metal and a helmet that helps keep his head from coming off with each swing of his sturdy arms as his steadfast feet guide his broad-sided Axe which he carries on him at all times never missing his mark. His clothes are comfortable and suited to the harsh living deep within the mountains. Or course a belt would be idea to hold up his pants. One doesn't need to be to boastful. Often Dwarves wear many comfortable tunics often with a hood. Of various colors adorned with jewels, as Dwarfs take pride in their wealth. Avatar: John Rhys-Davies Personality: For a Dwarf to even consider leaving the sanctity of his halls, something would have to be amiss. Unless of course it was personal, often a Dwarf is a vengeful creature and often they are prone to have their adventures, though a rarity for one as a Dwarf. When it suit them, such as the obtaining of rare treasures, or matters of extreme importance. Such things as these a Dwarf is often most proud to speak of to any ear willing to hear it spoken of in most high esteemed honor. Dwarves simply like to brag about how well made their halls and weapons are and fine armaments they are indeed. Dwarves the craftsmanship of fine metals found only in the deepest places in the Earth where only a Dwarf isn’t afraid to venture when it suits them, is of their finest skill. A Dwarf is comfortable finding a home in the mountains such as the Lonely Mountain, or The Blue Mountains. Being most found of their halls often a Dwarf can brag about the finest of these called Khazad-dûm, known as the mines Of Moria. Gimli is a devote bragger among his kin though young in age concerning most of his kin are older. Gimli is most found of the Lonely Mountain and that of the Balin whom dwelled in Khazad-dûm whom often he speaks highly of having been of the same bloodline, through his own Father and many cousins twice removed. Being a young Dwarf Gimli isn’t as cultured in the world as some others of his kin. Often a Dwarf is superstitious of many things. Dwarfs are humbled by their abilities to be one of the finest craftsmen in Middle Earth. Often a Dwarf even such one as the likes of Gimli is prone to be proud and vain when it comes to ones culture. If its strong and sturdy and built under ground then it was built by a Dwarf. Gimli often states that he needs no map and can name all the Dwarven lands in their native tongue. He is proud to be of the Durin's Folk, a proud group of Dwarves known for many adventures, for one the retaking of the Lonely Mountain. Gimli wasn’t apart of it, which didn’t sit well with him at all. Gimli happens to despise the forces of Sauron, he believes if nothing is done then the armies of darkness would spread even to such places as the Blue Mountains, and this would never bode to well with Gimli. Gimli is a serious Dwarf whom has little time for showing off, though at time it’s rare to see the Dwarf bellow with laughter. When it comes to being a Dwarf Gimli doesn’t care much for Elves, he believes their magic is nothing to the superior might of Dwarven machinery nor weapons. Built from the strongest metals found in the Earth. Elf folk and Dwarfs, bah hum bug. Gimli would rather rot in Moria then ever be caught dead in the company of witches of the forest, as elf folk make him feel rather uneasy. No worse then the Orcs or being above the ground that is. Nothing more makes him happier then to be at a table full of food, a pipe stuffed full of pipe weed in his mouth smoking and a full belly and all he can drink. A dwarf would boast that he could out drink man, elf or beast any day. As a Dwarves belly is always half empty. If theirs a fight then you can be sure Gimli will be with Axe in hand swinging away at Orcs or whatever evil bodes him. He’s never one to complain if he has food and pipe weed or a pipe in which to smoke it in, otherwise a Dwarf is at times a more unapproachable host. Gimli isn’t known for his bed side manner, however he is loyal to the end, and willing to go as far as he must, doing his part in these times. Friendship comes easy to Gimli but one thing remains no Elf will ever befriend this Dwarf as long as he’s concerned. A Dwarf and an Elf that be the day. No Dwarf has ever had such contempt for those taller then himself, as Elf, believe they are above everyone else, so a Dwarf might be mislead to think. If you gave him a stool tall enough he chop them to a more suitable size. No Elf shall ever hold such honor as kin in his eyes. Though he won’t admit it Gimli would be proud to have such a friend as an Elf if the Elf would ever admit to being no better then a Dwarf of course. He has been known to be wrong before. Conceited and far too over confidant of his abilities would best sum of Gimli. Thought let it be noted that he is full of spite for evil and full of courage that surpasses most warriors, he’ll just never admit he is sometimes afraid to go under ground, depending upon which place he’d be going under after all. Gimli is a stubborn dwarf who makes up for his lack of height and grace with great strength, bravery, and tenacity. Gimli fears nothing when he has his trusty axe in hand, and his temper makes him formidable when angry. His gruff disposition keeps him from making friends easily, but if by chance he became someones friend he would cherish that friendship. He might also be afraid of being tossed or someone messing up his well groomed and tidy appearance of his hair. For it's unheard for a Dwarf to have such an appearance that would say otherwise, after all Dwarves bathe in the waters of underground streams. No Dwarf would want to appear unclean in front of woman folk. After all a clean beard makes for a well respected Dwarf. Plus what male Dwarf wouldn't want a woman kin braiding his hair. Dwarf men are very fond of their woman. For a Dwarf is said to have an eye for beauty that is beyond the understanding of men. So it's said. History: Gimli son of Glóin was born in the Blue Mountains, thus called Ered Lindon by none other then the Elves, though this would be insulting to a Dwarf to call it such, so under a Dwarves harsh spoken tongue, the name is never uttered. In the Third age of Middle Earth the Blue Mountains would thus become home to the Durin's folk, by rights the inhabitants of Khazad-dûm, also called Moria, were also called long beards. Those whom descended from Durin the Deathless the oldest of the seven Fathers of the Dwarfs. Hence forth born nine years after the tragic destruction of Dale and the wasting of Erebor commonly called the Lonely Mountain. By the Dragon called Smaug the Golden. Smaug had drove the Dwarves from their home in the Lonely Mountain hence for the angered Dwarves thought to drive Smaug from the mountain and reclaim the gold hence forth rightfully theirs. Dwarves are resourceful vengeful folk that burn with desire to wrong such a scornful deed thus caused by Smaug. And after a hundred years the Dwarves plotted to take back the Lonely Mountain from Smaug. Being of a young age Gimli son of Glóin was forbidden to adventure with his Father and the group of twelve Dwarves. The group would be known as Thorin and Company. He was far to young at the time for a Dwarf, being of sixty-two at the time. It should be noted that a Hobbit and a Wizard companied them. This quest thus became known as "The Quest of Erebor" Glóin whom survived of recounted the tale of the battle to reclaim the treasure to his son many a times. Unbeknownst to Gimli the one Ring forged in the fires of Mount Doom would fall into the hands of a Hobbit. It was often said of his Father that he was useful in making fires. Many Dwarves never returned from such a quest and this should be noted the Dwarves played a part in the events. It’s after all how Gimli’s Father Glóin came to know a Hobbit by the name Bilbo Baggins. Thus years later Gimli is but a witness to events that would summon his Father to the Elven City of Rivendell. Messengers of Sauron with tempting offers concerning the one Ring of Power. Dwarves are often hoarders of fine treasures. A Ringwraith had been haunting the Lonely Mountain, an ancestral home of many Dwarves, and it constantly asked for news of Glóin's old companion, Bilbo. Its words were thinly veiled threats: if the Dwarves gave the Ringwraith news of Bilbo the "thief" and other Hobbits, they would be richly rewarded with three of the Dwarven Rings; if they refused, they would be punished. Which deeply concerned Glóin whom sought to warn Bilbo Baggins and to seek out the council of Elrond on such matters as this ring. It didn’t bode well at all. Thus begin his Fathers journey and thus along for the travels at his Father’s side, was Gimli to Rivendell. Gimli did not know Bilbo nor did he care for the Elves any more then any Dwarf at the time. Perhaps it was for the experience of seeing Rivendell that his Father brought him along. However upon arrival he is nor impressed nor stead fast in saying so. Being in the company of so many Elves gives him an uneasy feeling. Being in the company of men no so much. Of what is man but a few feet taller where as an Elf are full of witch craft. Where as Dwarfs are known for their abilities to mend the finest metals and armor. Enough to make any Dwarf brag of such skill. Brought with him a broad-bladed Axe and worn the a fine crafted mail-shirt. Boasting a prideful manner of speaking of ones heritage. Misc. Info Sample RP: Gimli was content to keep to himself for fear that if he spoke his hearts content he make every Elven bow point across his way. With such Elven curses he’d be dropped dead before he could but utter an insulting blow with his mighty broad bladed Axe resting gently upon the balcony in which he now stood. Firmly grasped in his stout hands as stubble fingers grasped at its shaft always ready. He kept it at his side, thought in such a place he dare not raise it. Far too many Elves for his like. Gimli forbade himself to speak on such matters, he was hear as his Father’s side nothing more. Gimli son of Glóin stood steadfast over looking the beauty of the Elven city before his small Dwarven eyes, better adjusted to see in the dim lit halls of his home in the Blue Mountains. Not to be confused with the Lonely Mountain, the mines of Moria called Khazad-dûm. Thought the Elven city was something to see as Glóin, his Father had said it would be, it could never compare to the Dwarven mansion of Balin his cousin, called Khazad-dûm, no place could though Gimli has yet to see it. As Gimli wasn’t known for his travels nor his Dwarven lore which was estimable at best. Dwarves often liked to brag and Gimli was no shame to this fault among his kin. Khazad-dûm ran deeper then any Dwarven city it’s halls were of the finest Dwarven craftsmanship. It was a place where even a Dwarf was humbled. This place could never compare, but he held his praise of Khazad-dûm or of his home for that matter in the Blue Mountains. Being here was an important to his Father. Messengers of the great eye himself bode ill to seek out the Dwarves on information about a certain Hobbit. Gimli’s Father thought to warn an old friend. Gimli had never met a Hobbit, he had seen them playing about. Gimli was steadfast in his seriousness that he would simply grunt if they dared to approach. He could careless for a Hobbit. His gruff disposition keeps him from making friends easily. Best to just wait till his Father spoke with an Elf called, the name slipped his mind, or it could be he didn’t really care much for remembering the name, yes that could be it. “If I had but a thousand Dwarves I could build a city so great that this place could not compare.” He uttered to himself as more of a grumble. He was uneasy and being here nerved him. Things were amiss. Gimli did care for that because if things were amiss then he’d never have peace and time for something of his great pipe in which he packed now with pipe weed for smoking, as smoking gave him a clear head. He brought pipe in hand then pipe to mouth and took what could be considered a deep breath for a Dwarf and then inhaled a plume of smoke. Rolling it over and over again as he inhaled more. “Now this I can get used to.” Gimli proudly exclaimed above a whisper. Did you Read the Rules? (ADMIN EDITED, APPROVED) |
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