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Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

The Basics Name Elvon Quenyan for Starlike One Elchon Sindarin for the same Nickname The Wayfarer. Gender Male. Age 8,487 years of the Sun. Birth Location Tirion upon Tna Race NoldorHigh Elf Class Warrior Appearance Hair Color Jet black. Eye Color Indigo. Weight 246lbs. Height 64 Basic Physical Description Tall and tight of limb, with broad shoulders, a strong chest, a narrow abdomen, strong legs, and long black hair wound into a ponytail down his back. Ivory complexion, with keen indigo eyes, and a vertically scar running down his cheek behind his left eye. Visual Representation NA Background Personality Stern and austere, he is quick to anger and impatience, though he is capable of pity and generosity to those deserving of it. History Elvon was born in the Years of the Trees in the far West. Much of this time is forgotten to him, being lost in his youth of countless millennia ago. As recounted elsewhere, Elvon was present during the upheavals when Morgoth stole the SIlmarils and killed the Two Trees, though he did not follow Feanor or the others into exile, remaining loyal to the Valar and remaining in the West. Through long years, he was given over to the passion of star-gazing, observing over countless centuries the passages of the stars and trying to gleam the understanding of their nature. When the exiles were defeated in Beleriand by Morgoth in the First Age, he went with the Host of the West and for the first time, set foot on Middle-Earth as a combatant in the War of Wrath against the Enemy. He fought in many battles and garnered not a few wounds and injuries. During the Second and Third Ages, he remained at peace in the continent of Aman in the west, recovering from the wounds and trauma he endured during the 80 year conflict that saw Beleriand sunk and destroyed in the exchange of Power between Morgoth and the Valar. For this 6500 year period, he did very little in regards to the events of Middle-Earth, being at peace. Now, with the Dagor Dagorath coming to fruition, Elvon has been selected by the Valar has an emissary to go to Middle-Earth with a dual purpose, the first being the recovery of the pieces of the Sun, which Melkor destroyed upon his return, while rallying the races of Middle-Earth to once again unite in their defiance of the Darkness. He is currently newly arrived at the Grey Havens in Lindon, where he has not set foot in nearly seven millennia. Family Anarrno father, noldor, lquassi mother, noldor, Elenaner brother, noldor. Sexual Orientation Heterosexual, and like most elves is celibate until they meet their fated companion.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

Name Moira Brandybuck Nickname Brandy Gender Female Age34 Birth Location The Shire Race Halfling Class Thief Appearance Hair Color Auburn Eye Color Green Weight 75 lbs. Height 3'10 Basic Physical Description Tall for Hobbit, especially a female, slender and athletic. Perhaps some small residual of her ancestor imbibing Ent-draught so many generations ago. Visual Representation Background Personality Easy going as most of her kindred, however is sometimes prone to rash outbursts and a bit of pride in her famous fore bearer. History It has been so long that many in the Shire believe the story of the Ring as merely legend. Moira has stubbornly insisted it was true and wants to prove her worth in that vein. Family Lobelia Bolger Mother and Lotho Brandybuck Father Sexual Orientation Assumes she is straight but has much to learn.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

The basics Name Yazumen Nickname none Gender male Age 32 Birth location Harad Race human class assassin Appearance Hair color black hair Eye color brown eyes Weight 210 Height 62 Basic physical description tall and slightly muscular despite how skinny he may look he is no weakling when it comes to carrying anything that seems a bit heavier than himself, he can manage and take care of himself pretty well wherever he must go Visual representation weapons Background Personality quiet and calm mostly to himself, cautious when meeting other people so its hard to trust others easily at first unless they prove otherwise, much rather solve problems by talking and coming into agreement then with swords but is not afraid to engage in any physical fights. To friends he is dependable, resourceful, and major help in coordinating strategies. History growing up in his homeland had taught him many things. Peace and war, life and death the natural and true facts that everyone in the world would experience by fate. His father being the only teacher who taught him these harsh realities as well as experiencing it first hand with his teachers death at the hands of the territorial war which had plagued the clans in the region for seemingly endless centuries. Now he leaves his home as a means to escape the fighting and find his true purpose in life, fight for something more and worthy of sacrificing his life to. Family yuusra mother hashrim father Sexual orientation straight
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

The Basics Name Thromi son of Flomli. Nickname Shortbeard. Gender Male. Age 31. Birth Location The Blue Mountains. Race Dwarf, of Durins Folk. Class WarriorCraftsmanSmith. Appearance Hair Color Brown. Eye Color Green. Weight 178lbs. Height 48. Basic Physical Description A robust dwarf, of average height for his race, he is both strong of limb and chest, having worked a forge or anvil most of his life. He has long brown hair, intricately braided to fit snugly under a helm and hard green eyes. His beard, contrary to belief, is quite short for a dwarf, kept near to a stubble and thus earned him the nickname Shortbeard especially given that Durins Folk are regarded as Longbeards. Visual Representation Wears a tunic and trousers tucked into high boots beneath his long coat of dwarven forged chainmail, along with a surcoat atop of it, with a cloak, helmet, vambraces, and two short axes at his belt. He also carries a small hammer for crafting, along with other tinkering tools and so forth. Background Personality Loves to drink and laugh, can be very stubborn but also enduring and hardy in regards to physical toil. Is undyingly loyal to those who earned his respect and admiration. Can hold grudges for a long time too if angered. History A young dwarf born in the prosperity of the Fourth Age, he has lived a life mostly of peace and labour. Like most dwarves, he took up the trade of mining and crafting when he was first capable of wielding a pickaxe or hammer. He lived much of his life in the Blue Mountains, where on the eastern slopes facing towards Eriador, the dwarves still had mines and halls. As he grew in age, Thromi began to travel much more often, first in the company of other traveling dwarves and then by himself, wishing to explore the vast world that was still relatively new and unknown to him. He is quite envious of his forebearers and fathers, having done what they did in the deeds of the War of the Ring and hopes one day to find his own adventure and share in the feats of valour passed down through the ages. However, until the return of Melkor, hes been caught deeply in his familys trade of dealing with the dwarves of the reclaimed kingdom of Khazad-Dum, to which he is often used as a message bearer between the two. Family Fromli father, Nuki mother, Floli older brother, Fumi older brother, Rami older brother, Druki younger brother. Sexual Orientation Heterosexual.
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

Name Lminzil Nickname Night Flower Gender Female Age 28 Birth Location Umbar Race Human Black Nmenrean Class Witch Enchantress Appearance Hair Color Black Eye Color Blue Weight 140 lbs Height 5' 8 Basic Physical Description Tall and athletic but with soft curves and skin to match the starlit night. Visual Representation dodgy Background Personality Volatile, obsessive, and entitled. She can be manipulative, seductive, and calculating in furthering her destiny as she has been raised to believe it. History Bred and raised to fulfill a dark prophecy. Her life has been extremely sheltered and focused upon her perceived destiny as a conduit for Malkor's return. She has limited experience with the world beyond Umbar. Family An ancient strand of not quite pure Nmenrean blood. Sexual Orientation Pansexual
Thread: Dagor Dagorath - Character Profiles

The Basics Name Achasson, son of Anrion. Nickname NA. Gender Male. Age 27. Birth Location Dol Amroth, Gondor. Race Southern DunedainMen. Class Swan-Knight. Appearance Hair Color Black. Eye Color Light blue. Weight 213lbs. Height 59. Basic Physical Description A tall man, with a strong build from hauling sixty pounds of armour all day, with many wounds and scars across his body from battle. Visual Representation See more Background Personality Reserved, though can be quite friendly when known. A tad bit too optimistic, has faith in everyone until is proven wrong, though even then he can be quite forgiving. Is protective of his family and people. History Achasson comes from a well-off and happy family, the eldest child and never lacking for anything in life. He studied much in the libraries of Dol Amroth, often staying so late he either had to be kicked out by the librarians or dragged out by his father. He had little regard for his fathers profession as a merchant, desiring more the lofty dreams of adventure he learned in his books and at a young age, went off to join the army of Gondor, though in his early years this consisted of nothing more than policing the border and peace-keeping missions aboard in the new territories conquered under King Elessar. He has not seen his family in nearly nine years. Family Anrion father, Elenwe mother, Altariel younger sister. Sexual Orientation Heterosexual.
Thread: Carnal Universe (PsionicCuttlefish & Queen Chaos)

Town Hall As the red flower-bulbs filled the doorway Lissa opened fire on instinct, but for every bulb she blew away, another took its place. And all over the room more of them appeared from the walls, surrounding her and Jade, who was too busy trying to peel her armour off. All she could do was go down swinging, as it were. Her sniper rifle clicked, empty, she she reached for her pistol, determined to do as much damage as possible. And then the room was flooded with pink. Lissa couldnt but breathe in the pollen as it was pumped into the room in vast quantities. She raised her pistol, aim wavering. Her body was being overtaken by the pink pollen. The sniper fired, taking a chunk from the wall, before dropping the pistol. Slowly, she sank to her knees. Jade She said, wearily. As the overpowering pollen flooded the two womens systems there were left defenseless and in need. They could feel it, a carnal, primal desire for pleasure. The two wanted nothing more than to tear their clothes off, to pleasure themselves. A small, logical part of Lissas brain screamed for her to fight it, to get back up again. She tried, but it moved too difficult, so she laid down, breathing deep, needy gasps. Lissa and Jade could only watch, unable to move, as the strange plant people picked them up. Neither woman could do anything but watch as they were carried through the town hall, past corridors and offices thick with plant growth. Please Lissa tried to beg at one point, though whether she was begging for the plants to let her go, or for sexual release, she wasnt sure. With her body wracked with desire, paralysed by the pollen, fresh clouds of pink sprayed in her and Jades face every now and then, she just waited to see where they would be taken. Research Facility Cassandra smiled seductively as she approached. Most aliens coveted the human female body, lusted after it, yet she still loved the way they reacted. It certainly seemed like she would get her deepest, darkest needs satisfied. She could see the lust in their eyes, the primal hunger. She was amazed they hadnt already tried to capture her, or have their way with her. Instead they just stared. Well, she did tend to have that effect. Mmm, four Goroth all to myself, arent I a lucky girl? She purred, stepping into the middle of the aliens, turning to look and admire each of them in turn. Well what are you waiting for, isnt someone going to help me to of this horrible armour? Cassandra grinned as she awaited the inevitable rush for each of them to get their hands on her, be the first to touch her, see her naked. In reality, male aliens werent all too different to humans, and Cassandra was more than happy to exploit that.
Thread: The Mission [	Sketchyequine & Schlehb ]

The idea is that we are in the future and I'm a treasure hunter and you're a hired guard or vice versa and we're supposed to go after a valuable gem in a section of space that is considered off limits due to the alien life that is incredibly hostile. The deal is to be nothing but business, however as time goes on, they grow a soft spot for each other. Ethan Daniels, a 35 year old treasure hunter who was always managing to find himself in an almost comical amount of trouble. However, trouble was dangerous. How dangerous you ask? Imagine being shot at by six people while you're backed against the wall with nowhere to go. Daniels has spent some time in many a prison. It was about that time the man found someone to protect him while he did what he does. So that's where the 6'5 man was. Daniels was looking for a bounty hunter in a bar on a strange planet that not many people cared to visit. It was crawling with bounty hunters, mercenaries, hired guards, the works. As ugly as the professions of the citizens of Haria were, Haria was uglier. It had been run down, dust blowing everywhere, very little water. Where there was water, there was a bar. Strolling up to a woman, he introduced himself. Greetings, he began his introduction, his voice soothing and deep, My name is Ethan Daniels. I am looking for a.. hired guard. I've been told that you are quite a good person to go to so long I provide a pretty penny, correct? The man's brown eyes gazed deep into hers as he talked. He could see his chiseled features and bright smile along with his jet black hair slicked back in her irises. The man was wearing a blue shirt beneath a brown jacket and black pants along with combat boots. He stood tall and proud as he spoke. The way he spoke was quite firm, very authoritative. So how about it? He went on, You, me, run off to Minaria Prime, steal a gem worth more than all the jobs you've taken combined, and you get half? And if we don't get it or it is a hoax, may this bar be my witness, you may shoot me in the head for wasting your time.
Thread: The Mission [	Sketchyequine & Schlehb ]

RE The Mission It was Alicia. Ali for short. Alley Cat if you were her brother. Either way, she was a woman. She had a name, and most of the people who knew that name were not the type of people you would want to get to know. The majority were criminals, and just as many were murderers. So.... I guess you could say she liked bad boys? Not that Ali had any room to be judgmental of murderers, seeing as he was literally a hired gun. Every time she nearly lost her tits to gun fire Al would swear that was her last case. Yet, every time someone dangled something shiny in front of the brunette she would jump to action again. Damn the luck. Unfortunately for those around her, however, Ali was not very friendly or joking with anyone except her elf conscious. That little trait combined with her attire, resting bitch face, and the holster on her hip made for a very prickly outward appearance- just the way sh wanted it. If they believed she as a major cunt, usually men would avid approaching her. That was the ultimate goal. Ali didn't want to be hit on or talked to. Ever. Shed gone on enough trips where her employer would go for a handful of her ass every time she saved theirs. She had learned not to enjoy the presence of men an longer. They sucked. Everyone sucked. Thats why she rolled her eyes when this asshole approached her in the middle of a perfectly good beer. Ali Let him finish his fairytale as she downed the rest of her drink, then without a care in the world she pulled he gun out of her holster and placed the barrel right between his eyebrows. The woman rose an eyebrow and stared him down between rogue tendrils that hung over her face. I get paid up front, dick hole, and I dont go chasing dreams. You'll have to find someone a lot dumber than me to go on that goose chase with you. After Ali was satisfied that the man was sufficiently threatened, he placed her gun back in its home and leaned on the counter. Her curves were quite obviously attracting attention at this bar, but all the locals knew better than to hit on Ali. They had all seen it when she shot blindly and a handsy man's crotch. No one wanted to see their dick splat against he stool. The hired gun lifted her hand and motioned to the bar keep to bring her another beer. Alcohol was the only thing her pretty lips wanted to taste tonight.
Thread: The Mission [	Sketchyequine & Schlehb ]

RE The Mission The woman rolled her eyes as he paid or her next beer. She didn't say a word as she quietly downed the rest of er drink. Without a glance at the gem, Ali stood and tucked her belongings back into her pockets. Listen, I'm just not interested, hot shot. Ali's eyes wavered over the blue stone greedily, but she wasn't going to give in. It wasn't that simple. However.... she did plan on stealing it. Ali rose her elbow quickly into the lower jaw of the man. It wasn't enough force to knock him out, but it was enough to knock him off of his stool. As he as headed straight for the ground, Ali snatched that gem and stashed it up under her arm before she sprinted out of the bar into the filthy air outside. A grin painted over her plush lips as she walked down the dirt path. She was headed home, and she only had to get a few feet before the dust hid her from view. It was a short walk from the bar to the converted storage pod she called home. She unlocked the door and promptly re-locked it behind her. She had no interest in seeing that sucker again. He learned a valuable lesson that day - dont flaunt your money in front of a hired fighter. Ali considered him lucky. She could have taken a whole lot more from him, including his life. Sure, there were witnesses in that bar, but they were all criminals just like her. Best she could figure, they were all laughing at his sorry ass right about now. The pod was a modest thing - didn't even have running water. Inside was a bed, a rack of clothes, and a bookshelf. The gal didn't even own a TV. Her decorations? Weapons. There were blades and guns mounted on the length of her largest wall. Each was shined and pampered intricately. Those weapons wee Ali's livelihood, the only way she had gone this long without becoming a sex worker. Without them, she wouldn't have the life she had. For that, Ali was grateful. Ali laid the rock on her nightstand and let her lips curl into a crooked smirk. Stupid boy. She mumbled to herself.
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

Removed pairings for now. Will return once I fix things up! Last edited Sep 17, 2019
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

Maybe this is a bump. Maybe I'll add characters... who knows
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

This one is actually a bump.
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

A lot has changed since I was last here
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

Going to add some plots to coincide with my craving! Woo
Thread: Mx Female Return of the Shadows MxF search

Thinking about at least adding back the fandom pairing so I can at least show which one's i'll do.
Thread: Sightless [Sigr / Raina_Reader]

I'm fine! I'm fine... Alexandra quickly answered the first time, almost a yell, behaving more correctly the second time. It seems that I'm still weaker than expected, Lady Rosewind she said, almost adding an apology for the awkward moment. How bad had she look like for that Lady Rosewind to struggle with her own introduction? Was she ghostly pale? Was it her lack of clothing? It had to be the hair, right? She definitely mismanaged her hair. Lady Rosewind's offer for help did sound better, balanced, so perhaps it was just the surprise. Evelyn certainly sounded like a grown woman, an experienced person sure of herself, something that made her wonder how old was she. She would be unmarried yet, or how could she afford to disregard a husband and perhaps children to take care of her, but for that he had to be really young and she didn't sound like it. Maybe a widower? Alexandra noticed that she just was sitting on her bed in introspective silence, not answering Evelyn's question about how could she help, something that made her feel odd about it. I should be presentable... sorry... she lamented, but lacked the will to dress herself or the courage to ask Martha or someone else from the service to help her with that. Alexandra slowly crawled on her oversized bed like a shipwrecked sailor on a raft, as there were live waters and sharks beyond the edge of safety. She couldn't even get off her bed without making a show of it, how pathetic of her. Alexandra looked down, mortified. But Evelyn was there to help, right? To serve. She may be a lady but she wasn't the daughter of a Baron. She did offer herself to do it after all, she just had to say the word. Alexandra had been trapped too long, confined by the four corners of that bed that felt like a precipice to her, an insurmountable cliff or the bottom of a well as far as she was concerned. I... she said, giving up on getting down from the bed and just waiting there, gathering the courage needed for her petition, something that seemed to come easily than expected. Perhaps it was easier to show her weakness to someone unknown than to a lifelong servant like Martha. I'll need a bath Alexandra said, implying a request. She may not be able to see her disheveled state, but she could certainly smell her own body, a mixture of the oils and ointments used to keep the sickness away combined with the tang of her dried down feverish sweat. Then you'll dress me Alexandra added, rising a hand momentarily to point in the general direction of her wardrobe, guessing it's position judging by her facing to the door where Evelyn should be. That way we can get properly introduced with a cup of tea and forget... Alexandra sounded mostly firm, but there was a trace of a plea under her thin voice. ... this first impression she finished, sighing.