Full Name: Firgorn of the Outlaws
Aliases: Fir, Firgo
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 49
Place of Residence: Wandering
Family: Under construction
Weapons: Strongly favors throwing knives and keeps a variety of them at hand.
Animals: A horse
Personality: Under construction
Appearance: Under construction
History: Under construction
Full Name: Firgost, son of Firgorn
Aliases: Fir, Firgy
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 28
Place of Residence: Wandering; can sometimes be found at the Forsaken Inn.
Family: They're dead, for all he cares.
Weapons: Several assorted daggers and knives, all hidden.
Animals: Whatever horse he’s fortunate enough to have at the moment, if he’s fortunate enough to have one at all.
Personality: Cold and aloof, though he can be perfectly charming when the mood strikes him. He has a sarcastic tongue and tends to see the world in a negative light. His fear lies in water, and he avoids it at all costs.
Appearance: Average height and build, but possesses the litheness of a cat. His thin, somewhat pale face is usually hidden behind wavy locks of dark, shoulder-length hair. His eyes are probably his most prominent feature; they are nearly black in color, but fierce and captivating nonetheless. He could almost be called handsome if it weren’t for the fact that his personal hygiene level has sunken lower than his reputation.
History: Firgost was born in Harandor (South Gondor), to a father of Gondorian descent and a Haradrim mother. His father, Firgorn, was an outlaw (having been banished from the small Gondorian town from which he hailed) and led a small band of thieves and outcasts. A large portion of Firgost’s early life was spent travelling with said band, and from an early age he had quickly adapted to the nomadic lifestyle. He went on his first raid when he was eight, and it soon became clear that he was a valuable member of the band, since he was small enough to fit into places where grown men couldn’t. However, as he grew he developed a strong air of importance as well as carelessness, and it was only a matter of time before these unwholesome traits caught up with him.
One night, Firgost and five companions came upon a small Gondorian outpost in Harandor, and decided to raid it while its soldiers slept. However, a barking dog alerted the men of their presence, and Firgost alone managed to escape the confusion that ensued. After that episode, he lost much of his former popularity within the band, and the blame of losing five valuable members fell on his head. His father was especially outraged, and gave his son a thorough beating. Needless to say, Firgost was deeply shamed and humiliated by all this, and rashly decided to run away from his father’s band, taking with him several valuable items which he hoped to sell in the nearest city. He had not travelled far when he came to a broad river, and while attempting to cross it, he was overcome by the current. Not being able to swim, Firgost survived only by grabbing onto a branch of deadwood which jutted out over the water. His hopes were soon dashed when he discovered that all the valuables he had planned to sell had been lost in the river. Knowing that it was too late to return to his father, Firgost took to wandering the land, earning his daily bread as best as he could. As the years passed, he began to make dealings with folk of unsavory nature, and was soon up to his neck in debt. Panicking, he started making himself scarce, avoiding most and befriending none. Now he mostly lurks around in the Forsaken Inn and the surrounding country, drowning his woes in ale.
Over the years, he has been in many relationships–all of them impulsive and none of them permanent.
Full Name: Gothien
Aliases: Goth, Lifebearer
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 34
Place of Residence: The Forsaken Inn
Family: A daughter, Niphredil
Weapons: None
Animals: None
Personality: Quiet-mannered, as a rule. Gothien is extremely shy and rarely speaks to anyone unless absolute necessity calls for it. She is hesitant to trust anyone, and few have seen her warm, gentle nature, which she usually saves only for her daughter, Niphredil. She loves her daughter more than life itself, and would do absolutely anything for her. Although this in itself is not a bad thing, Gothien is so determined to provide for her daughter that she often overworks herself, contributing to her already frail health. As a result of her horrific experiences in Rhûn, she is especially wary of men, and becomes protective when her daughter grows closer to one of them.
Appearance: Quite small, but not short. Her entire frame has grown thin and gaunt, and her large gray eyes hold the expression of a frightened animal. Her dark hair---once her main source of beauty---is now faintly streaked with gray here and there, and she has the appearance of a woman far older than her actual age of 34. Her skin is pale and scarred in some places, though she takes good care to keep them hidden from prying eyes. On her left foot is an anklet bearing her old master's brand as well as the serpent of Rhûn, which she has tried to remove with no success.
History: Under Construction
Full Name: Maralyn Imladiel
Aliases: Mara
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Age: Born early T.A.
Place of Residence: Currently residing in a nameless forest just east of the Misty Mountains
Family: A husband, Canarn Mindtraveller, and an infant son, Canarnion. Her kin in Imladris have either died or gone West, save for her brother, Taranu, and his family.
Weapons: A sword, Dûdagnir (Nightbane), and two small knives. The sword is very precious to her as it is the sole connection between her and her deceased father.
Animals: Two horses, a mare (Mornar) and her colt (Henon). Both horses are alike in appearance, being coal-black in color, but their dispositions couldn't be more different. Henon is blind in one eye.
Personality: Maralyn is generally calm and quiet in manner, though she has been known to possess a restless spirit and fierce determination. She is a caring soul and hates seeing any creature suffer without cause. When roused, there is usually nothing that can stay in her way for long, especially if a loved one is at stake. Vanity is her chief flaw, and she takes great pride in her appearance.
Appearance: Like most Elves, Maralyn is tall and slender in build and moves with a certain grace, even in battle. Her face holds a fierce, intelligent expression, though her soft brown eyes are usually the first to betray her emotion. Her raven hair, which she is immensely proud of, smoothly cascades down her back to halt at her waist. She has several scars, but mostly they are hidden or have faded with time.
History: Under Construction
Full Name: Niphredil
Aliases: Niph, Lamarchwen
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Place of Residence: The Forsaken Inn
Family: Her mother, Gothien
Weapons: None
Animals: A cat, Wyndira
Personality: Thanks to her mother’s efforts to raise her with a firm sense of right and wrong, Niphredil is kind to those in need, and wary of those whose company she would not benefit from. Though innocent, she is also proud, and would rather work to earn her keep rather than accept charity from others. She is a hardworking soul, and fiercely loyal to those whom she loves. She is good at hiding her emotions, but has a firey temper when roused.
Appearance: Though tall and slim, Niphredil has become quite strong as a result of her many labors. In appearance she takes after her unknown father: her skin is darker than that of the Westerners, and her eyes are black as coal. Her hair is probably her most noticeable feature, for it is midnight black in color and curly to the extent of wildness.
History: Niphredil largely grew up in the Forsaken Inn, the place of her birth. She started earning her keep at an early age, determined to give her weary mother a rest from her labors. The autumn she turned twelve, her mother decided to travel to Gondor in search of family there, so they took their leave of the Forsaken Inn and found a dwelling place in a small town located west of the Anduin, where Niphredil's mother was born. After four years of searching with no results, both mother and daughter became convinced that whatever family they had were dead or gone, and returned to the Forsaken Inn, where they now reside. The innkeeper allows them to stay as long as they earn their keep, so Niphredil is constantly working to provide for her mother and herself. If she has any hopes or dreams, she keeps them to herself, and goes about her duties without complaint.
Full Name: Orosim of Bree
Aliases: Oreo (in humor)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 46
Place of Residence: Bree
Family: A daughter, Cuirwen
Weapons: His own two fists
Animals: Besides the five cows that earn him his living, Orosim owns a bay gelding which he uses for delivery.
Personality: Under construction
Appearance: Under construction
History: Under construction
Full Name: Taranu Imladion
Aliases: None
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: Born early T.A.
Place of Residence: Imladris (Rivendell)
Family: A wife, Lhunanwyn, and six children: Toldin, Sandiel, Marcion, Lariya, Yashion, and Risa. He has not seen his sister, Maralyn, in quite some time.
Weapons: None
Animals: Two horses, Melda and Bereth. These are used mainly for the enjoyment of the family.
Personality: Although recent events have robbed him of the happy, carefree personality he used to possess, Taranu takes great care not to appear downhearted in front of his family, which he loves more dearly than life itself. Even so, he is easily panicked and loses hope easily, when in fact things are not as dark as they appear. He abhors the sight of blood and hates violence, and has made a point of never studying any kind of weaponry. Ever since he was young, he has had a great passion for cooking, and has great talent in that area.
Appearance: Fairly average height, for an Elf. His eyes and hair are both dark in color, and his features---though somewhat saddened of late---are gentle, as are his hands. He is fond of rich clothing, and particularly favors the color red.
History: Under Construction