Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith - LotR Group RP character profiles

The Basics Name Racoan Icewalker Nickname Quick-Step Racoan, Fleetfoot Gender Male BirthdayAge 2966 52 Birth Location Kuru-Leiri tribelands of Forochel. Race Lossoth Dnedain Class Ranger Watcher Appearance Hair Color Brown Eye Color Gray Weight 210lbs Height 6' 3 Basic Physical Description Tall, with broad shoulders, a well-toned physique, and pale skin. More pointed facial features. Other Features Numerous scars, some attributable to inexperience early in his life as a Ranger, others to battles fought. A few, he will proudly claim when he's had enough drink, to not checking below as he jumped from a young maiden's window from their angry father. Visual Representation Patrolling the border . Weapons Hae Racta - A longbow close to five and a half feet in length. - Crafted for him by a Lossoth tribeswoman who accompanied the Rangers who raised him as a commemoration of his birth. Laden Nuru - A strange mix of machete and short sword left to him by his mother in the event of her death. It was crafted by an elvish smith long ago for his mother. - The blade and sheath have elvish text most of it is declaring the bravery of the Rangers, though also stating that the blade was forged for the purpose of slaying minions of darkness. - The blade grows a faint blue in presence of Orcs and their kin. Neth od in-Laden Pen - Left for him by his mother as well, Neth as he calls it, is a hatchet forged by the same smith who made Laden Nuru . - It has inscriptions similar to Laden Nuru on the length of the handle. - Its blade does not have the same enchantment as Laden Nuru , so it does not glow. Ihingril - Gifted to his sister Ramena by their father in the event of his death. - It was found buried in the body of a dead Orc, one of several in the area where they found several other dead Orcs, and Rangers. - He holds it as a sign of his sister's death, because even if she had left it, she would have returned to the field for it, and found them again. Background Personality Cavalier at times, and fancies himself a thoughtful romantic sort. History Though he would say otherwise, there are some who would say that Racoan was born in to the Watchers. Really, it would be hard to see it another way. His parents, Lonat Icewalker and Inea Icewalker, were both Rangers of the North who conceived him in a night of heated passion, one of their twins born on the fields of Kuru-Leiri. Infancy was spent in the care of his parents, when they could, but more often both Racoan and his sister Ramena shifted from Ranger to Ranger while their parents were away. Along with the Rangers there were small Lossath families who had taken to following the main camp, providing services, and benefiting from the protection that the group offered them in return. More often, he can remember spending his time among those families as the Rangers were busy with their missions. So he and his sister existed in a strange way where neither knew who to identify as closer to the Lossoth or their original Dnedain heritage. As they grew older and they began to be taught the ways of the Ranger, with their main mentor being their uncle, Boshat the Close-Handed. Riding, skating with bone skates affixed to the bottom of his boots, how to use a sleigh, and as he and his sister grew older the two trained together in the martial practices as well. It was during this time that his speed and agility became noted by the Rangers who trained him, earning him the nickname of Quick-Step Racoan when he took to the ice. For every one lesson given to him of the body, there were two or more of the mind. It was a challenging weight for a young child to bare, coming from who his parents were. Racoan and his sister were both well-behaved children. Soon that would change. Racoan was scarcely a young man, only having turned sixteen just a month ago when they were told the news. While sledding with his uncle after returning from a successful hunt, his sister Ramena had come out from the camp on her own sled as they'd come within sight. At first they wanted to know what was the emergency so grave that she couldn't simply wait for them to get back in the camp. Or Racoan was about to ask that, when he saw what was laying partially folded on his sister's sleigh. Wrapped in battle-damaged and blood-soaked cloaks he could see the glint of elfish metals. It had been no secret to them that their parents wished for their own weapons to be given to their children when they died. Boshat's teachings and the occasional sight of an empty tent being packed away taught them that no Ranger truly lived forever. That didn't make what was in front of him any easier for the young man to accept. His sister had been doing her best to present a brave face until she saw her brother break down and her uncle's eyes start to tear up. Weeks were spent after that where the two were in mourning. Then barely a month after their parents' passing the siblings both made it known they wished to go out and actually fight now that they were coming to adulthood. Despite his seniority among the group giving him the authority to prevent either of them from going, Boshat gave only token protests. For fifteen years the two went out. Sometimes separate, sometimes together, and they always sought out a fight. In the field, his sister and he were both serious. When home, his sister seemed intent to bury herself in training and studies of -- whatever might have interested her at the time. Racoan instead took to the drink and women. Among the Rangers and their occasionally changing camp of followers it was hard to live that sort of lifestyle, so when they would come across another tribe, or stop in a village then he would happily enjoy himself. Whenever somebody would confront him over it, he would argue that their lives were stressful enough already as Rangers, and that everybody needs their own way to blow off steam now and again. Two diverging personalities meant that he and his sister grew further apart, at least socially. They started to clash and argue as time passed. As she found love and marriage in a fellow Ranger, she pressured him to find somebody of his own rather than going from bed to bed whenever it seemed possible and convenient for him. It was when he was thirty two when they had their final argument as she was heading out with some other Rangers to deal with reports of bandits troubling a village on the plains of Talvi-Mura. Meanwhile he was headed by sleigh with three others for Lansi-Ma to deal with similar problems. Sadly that would be the last time he ever spoke to his sister. The bandits he and his companions were faced with were scattered and killed easily in the cold night before any knew of the Rangers' presence. Three days ride from their camp, two days spent in the wilderness tracking, and it was another three days ride back. If they'd been keeping schedule then he knew his sister was likely to have beaten him back by at least a day or more. Returning to camp proved him wrong. His sister's tent was empty and all those both among the camp followers and the Rangers themselves said that she had yet to return to the camp. On his request after another two days of wait a small party was sent to follow her planned path along the coast in hopes of finding signs of her and those that had gone with her. Racoan was among them and even despite their disagreements in the past he was leading the search to find her. They found bodies along a small coastal path a six days after setting out, many mostly covered by falling snow, and only a few were human. Pulling the bodies from the snow revealed at least three of the six Rangers that had been sent out, with two others being humans as well. Their equipment made Racoan think they were likely two of the bandits his sister had been hoping to find. Yet a majority of the bodies were far more revolting Orcs, with deformed faces, and pale skin. There were no signs of either Ramena or her husband. His fellows tried to assure him that she might have lived and escaped into the wilderness but what he found that day still makes him believe his sister never survived, whether free or captured. He had kept a close hands on the blades his mother had gifted him and he knew Ramena was the same way with their father's gift of Ihingril . He found the sword buried deep in the chest of one of the abominations, with a bloodied scabbard resting underneath the snow only a few feet away. His sister would have protected that sword to her last breath. If she had been forced to flee without it, he knew that she would have returned to the field to find it again. Despite what others would say, his sister was dead. While he still drank and sought the comfort of the few anonymous women he met in his travels, it became all the more painfully obvious to those who knew him that this was only a shell so he wouldn't have to actually deal with everything that had happened. More years were spent helping those who he could, fighting enemies where he found them, and spending late nights in beds that were either cold from emptiness or warmed from a soon-to-be-gone partner. With his ear to the ground, so to speak, for gossip his uncle was able to catch wind of a gathering Fellowship of Forodwaith. Racoan has enough experience to likely be of some help, along with energy to put that experience to use. Plus his uncle felt such a great and potentially history-making task might bring a better focus back to his nephew. So on orders from the senior Rangers he has set out to meet up with this apparent Fellowship to offer his services. Family Lonat Icewalker - Father, dead Inea Icewalker - Mother, dead Ramena Icewalker - Sister, unknown Boshat the Close-Handed - Uncle, alive Likes Skating, sledding, archery, and swordplay. He's also a fan of smoking and drinking both, and listening to music. He also does his best to keep good relations with elves he meets. Also the quickest way for a woman to get to his heart is to be capable and strong -- but that's a story for another time. Dislikes Feeling as if he is being cornered, bringing up his past and childhood with others, and people who try to use nobility or upbringing to seem better than others. He also has a distaste for people saying that he was simply born into the Rangers, as he feels that cheapens both them, and his own accomplishments. Fears When the enemy gives up. - You are running into a cave and they stop chasing you? Its worse at the bottom of the cave. Being captured by the enemy. - Orcs aren't known for being kind just because you're too young to know anything important. Sitting through the torture of his companions. - If my companions are captured because of my error, that is my failing to answer for. Not theirs'. Best Memoryies Training with his sister, spending time with his uncle Boshat, and days when his parents would come home from long trips away. Worst Memoryies The day his sister came to him with their parents' weapons, arguing with his sister before she left, and finding Ihingril abandoned in the field. Favorite Colors Sexual Orientation Pancurious, he would call himself, with dominant and straight tendencies. While he would claim to have vast experience, the life of a Ranger means he has been limited despite grasping at seemingly every opportunity within reach.