Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith (RP Journal for Kara & DA)

RE RP Journal for Kara DA The Basics Name Vaemyr Nickname Vae Gender Male Age 32 Birth Location Dale, Middle Earth Race Human Class Warrior Appearance Hair Color Light Brown Eye Color Dark brown flecked with gold Weight 185 pounds Height 5'9 Basic Physical Description Tall, well defined muscles, browned skin and broad shoulders. Other Features Has a scar that runs along his back Visual Representation Vaemyr Background Personality Gruff, Stubborn, Sarcastic, Unflappable and Devious At times History Vaemyr grew up in the city of Dale with his mother, a Noblewoman by birth and his father, a blacksmith by trade. Acaelia was a kindhearted woman who'd always been strong willed and always did what she had thought would have been best. She'd been a woman of great beauty and great passions. She loved to read and had hungrily devoured any and all books that she could get her hands on and thus came to be a woman of much knowledge. Gybyrn had been a strong man with a hearty laugh and an easy going temperament. He'd spent a good deal of time traveling abroad but had eventually returned to his roots in Dale. There he and Acaelia were wed. It was a love match and born from it was Vaemyr. Vaemyr had his mothers inquisitive mind and his fathers physical strength and sense of humor. Between the two of them they had raised Vaemyr to be an intelligent, well read boy. He was taught how to properly wield a blade but also taught that one resorted only to violence as a last resort. It was a happy life filled with much love and joy. But half-way through his fifteenth year the joy he'd known had suddenly been robbed from him. He and his father received news that Acaelia had been killed. While she had been out riding by the river as was her custom a group of Orcs attacked and slaughtered her. Filled with grief at the loss Vaemyr's father isolated himself and drank himself numb. Vaemyr himself swore vengeance. He went off and trained himself, honing his body and the skills that he'd been taught. Three years later when he was eighteen he received word that his father had finally died. With nothing left binding him to Dale, he set off southward towards Gondor. In his travels he came across a party of men under attack by a horde of Orcs. Without hesitation he lent support to the men. With his help the group managed to gain the upper-hand and defeat the small horde. Grateful for his help, the small band of soldiers asked him to accompany them back to Gondor to properly reward him. He wanted to decline but common sense over-rode his fiery need for Vengeance. He knew he would not get far without money and he knew that the experience could prove beneficial to him. He reigned in his overwhelming desire to kill and agreed to accompany them. Once in Gondor he was offered a place inside their military but he declined. He however told them that should they ever go after any Orc's that he would gladly join up with the squad and help them. It was agreed. He was a for-hire-warrior. He was not one of their own so sending him into battle against the Orcs meant less of their own men were in danger. For nearly a decade he worked with Gondor's military, driving back the Orcs time and time again. He came to be known as The Hellhound of Gondor. He'd gained a formidable reputation and quite a bit of money. Shortly after turning twenty-six he left Gondor and returned to his home, Dale. For a year he spent his time locked away, contemplating his life. He'd killed a great many Orcs but no matter how many fell to his blade it never assuaged the anguish and rage that burned like a wildfire just beneath the calm veneer he presented to the world. In that year he faced the feelings that he'd kept locked away behind a barricade of ice. Guilt. Guilt that he was just as responsible as the Orcs for his parents death. He laid his feelings to rest and for the first time in a long time the anguished rage that had burned so hotly inside of him for so long, finally quieted down. He emerged from his seclusion and took up a post as a guard to the Nobleman Bastian son of Balthazar. In his service to the family he'd happened upon the couples daughter, Brynne, sewing in the gardens. He deeply admired the beautiful work she'd done and had asked her if she would mind making him a tunic of gold and white, as well as sew in an emblem on his cloak. The emblem was the emblem of the Noble family his mother was descended from. She had agreed. He stayed on in the post until he turned thirty. With sufficient funds he once more bid Dale farewell. He traveled around for a time, helping those that required help and guarding those that needed guarding. He came to know a calm that had eluded him for the majority of his life. One day while in a town far to the north he heard rumors of Forodwaith. A place said to have been cursed by Sauron's right hand, The lord of the Nazgul. He knew that if any place needed his help it was Forodwaith. Without delay he trekked for the frozen wastelands of Forodwaith, heading for a town called Pynti-Peldot. Family Mother Acaelia - Deceased Father Gybryn - Deceased Likes Battle, Sleeping, Women He can appreciate women in a non-sexual way too?, Teasing, Joking and Eating. Dislikes Burying fallen comrades, Losing, Being Woken up early, Prigs and uptight personalities and Orcs. Fears Spiders and Deep water Best Memoryies Riding out with his parents when he was just a young lad and stopping in a field to enjoy lunch. It was one of the last he spent with his mother. Worst Memoryies Receiving news of his mothers murder. Later receiving news of his fathers Death. Favorite Colors Blacks, Reds, Blues and Greens Sexual Orientation Straight Dominant Decently Experienced