XxNarwainxX
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Narwain Thalion
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Name: Narwain Thalion
Gender: Male
Age: 3,450
Race: Silvan Elf
Skills:
¤ Marskmanship
¤ Swordsmanship
¤ Equestrian Skills
¤ Scout and Tracking
¤ Simple Healing Remedies
Occupation: Sentinel of Mirkwood
Celebrity Avatar Used: Daniel Day-Lewis
Personality and Appearance:
Stealthiest of all the Elven-folk, the Silvan are also their greatest artists, and are known for their mastery of the bow. Peaceful they are, and neither for the alliance with men, nor against it. Narwain holds very well to this explanation. Though he is the youngest child in his family -- having several brothers before him, Narwain was always the strongest, yet the quietest. He mostly keeps to himself, and prefers being somewhat alone. Narwain thinks often of what Esarrin has become and it saddens him. At heart, he wishes for peace and tranquility. Though, when needed, he can possess incredible strength and authority.
Out of his family, he is the one who has done the most travelling -- therefore, more familiar with the ways of other races to a certain extent. Narwain does not have a love yet, though like all people, he hopes to find someone to hold close to his heart. Despite other elves being racist and weary of others, Narwain is quite open minded. When around friends, he is a little more at ease, and quite light at heart. He can be quick witted, loyal, noble, skillful. To those he trusts, Narwain can be very protective and possessive. He treasures them, and would not allow any harm to come to them.
Because he is an elf, there is no defeat. Perhaps one might have to pull back, but the only kind of defeat is to be in total fear. Narwain refuses to succumb to something so deep. The Silvan dresses in the earthy tones of the woods, which helps to hide him in the wilderness that he so defends with his life. After the sailing of his mother and father, he does not have to care about anyone with a great love or as close anymore. Narwain does not trust a person with his life completely, for one should never underestimate the power of their enemy, or the potential treachery of a friend.
Weaknesses:
¤ Trust of Others
¤ Stubbornness
¤ Slender: In comparison to humans
Strengths:
¤ Elven Feats and Abilities
¤ Stealth and Scouting
¤ Marksmanship
History:
He was born to Lord Finlomë and Lady Laliel, in Mirkwood. He was their seventh son -- the youngest of the brothers. Even though the woods of Mirkwood was not a perfect place to raise children, the family had managed to hold their own for some time now, throughout the births of each child. He grew up in their love and wisdom, getting a decent education in lore and the happenings of the world. However, after reaching that certain age in a child’s life, he was somewhat ignored and expected to just pick up everything on his own. Being the youngest of such a large family tended to do that. There was love, for the sibings knew that they were connectd, but even still, they were all older tahn he, and had their own lives to lead.
Narwain was constantly living in the shadows of his older brothers, and expected to do just as well as they in every aspect of his life. He had to learn to fend for himself and quietly grew in skill. It did take time, but through experience and even the teachings of others in the woods, knowledge and skill to survive in the perilous woods grew. Narwain often walked alone and kept to himself. Though he did not mind. Narwain was actually happy when alone, but still, like anyone, he hoped to find a love in his life. He had few friends, whom he was quite close with. As he grew older, he also grew in skill. Soon enough, Narwain became known among the Elves in all woods as a skillful archer and warrior that was still young, but considered an adult nonetheless. He managed to surpass the overshadowing of his elder brothers, and start out on his own path.
Once coming of age and true skill, at 2,978 years of age, Narwain struck out on his own. He explored the lands with a few others elves, going from wood to wood, and even to a few human cities. He learned much as he went, and even befriended a few humans. It gave him more knowledge of the lands of Middle Earth, and just what was going on. Yet upon return home, he'd found most of his brothers had entered into the halls of Mandos. He was the only son left of his parents after a time, and did not have the heart to leave Mirkwood. Nearly all of his brothers were dead, or they had not returned home. The Silvan did not have the heart to leave his family in grief and worry; they had already had enough of that pain. But Narwain did not mind.
Now, he is a well respected archer and warrior in the woods of Mirkwood. The Woods of Greenword the Great is now well known for it's excellent sentinels and protection. Though danger still lurks in the woods, it is not as vast in numbers as it had been in the Third Age. Since the sailing of both mother and father, Narwain is more alone now than he ever had been in his whole life. When he was away, the thought of seeing his loved ones again refreshed his heart and kept him going. Now, he is here alone, at least, that is how it feels. However, Narwain does not succumb to depression, for whereever his siblings are, whether they be in the halls of Mandos, or in the undying lands with his parents, they will feel no more pain.
Sample RP Post:
In the madness of it all, the company did not matter. They were soldiers of Ithlien, they knew how to fight. For the moment, all that mattered was Lostsule’s well being. He had given her his word to guide her safely to Thranduil’s Halls, and he would hold to that vow. While Lostsule continued to fight on with the skills of her sword, Narwain’s bow sang its war song. Arrow one after the other was pulled out, notched, and release to go flying into a foe, goblins in this case. Frequently he glanced to his side to keep an eye on Lostsule. Thus far, she was faring well. She twisted and turned, letting her blade lash out with defense against her enemies. Why he was not surprised at an elven woman taking up arms and knowing how to wield a bow or sword, the elf was impressed and marveled at her skill in the matter. The she-elf fought like a warrior. Her movements were fluid and grace, yet at the same time deadly accurate as well. Lostsule certainly knew how to hold her own.
His hear raced and concern took him as he happened to see an orc jump at her and thrust its weapon toward her, cutting her across the cheek. That made him upset, and angry. However, he could not get to her at the moment, not get his hands on the filthy orc that dared to touch her. Another orc cut him off, and came darting toward him before he could get an arrow from his quiver. With no other choice and having to think quick, Narwain jabbed the beast in the stomach with the end of his bow, stopping the creature from swinging it’s blade. Just as the one orc doubled over, another one came from behind, trying to aid its comrade. The orc did not go unnoticed by the keen senses of the elf. Spinning around, the elf smacked the orc across the face with the ends of his bow, and kicked the creature away. Narwain had just enough time to pull an arrow out from his quiver.
Recovering from the elf’s blow to the stomach, the orc began to charge at him again. He was stopped with an arrow thrust between crown and mantle of the orc, dead instantly. Narwain yanked the arrow out of the orc’s head, and spun around on his heels with speed. The arrow was soon fired into the other orc’s eye, making its way to the beast’s brain as well. The silvan sneered and whipped around again to find Lostsule again. His eyes shot about the chaos for the dark haired elf. His worries were soon calmed, though, when gray orbs rested on the she-elf. Narwain sighed to himself in relief, before returning to the fight at hand. No orc or goblin was able to get close tot he two elves. Both were protecting the other, and watching the other’s back. Always they moved, spinning and turning to strike a deadly blow.
And because of the fact that no enemy could step up and hurt them, one decided to try afar. While Narwain was busy fending off two more orcs from Lostsule, an archer notched a thick black arrow to the short bow, and fired. Thud! Narwain stumbled back a bit, a bit surprised to feel something make its way into his side. The elf glanced down quickly to see an arrow sticking out of abdomen, narrowly missing his stomach and any other vital organs. He refused to show pain. Another arrow was set to the sting of the bow and fired in the direction that it came from. The goblin wailed in pain at the arrow in its chest, before toppling over dead. Narwain snapped the tip of the arrow off and threw it away, making it shorter so he would not accidently hit it and cause it to do more damage. But still he fought, the orcs and goblins finally diminishing as they one by one fell dead on the forest floor.
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