hey : thought i would create a character -

Name: Rowan Willow

Sex: Female

Race: Hobbit

Age: late t'weens, possibly older.

Weapon: a small sword, a gift from the generation of women on her mothers side. It is small in stature but deadly when in the hand of a skilled swordsman. The sword itself is an off coloured silver, when in the moonlight it has a blue tint, but in the sunlight it is almost bronze. At the tip of the sword,engraved on it, winds a small creature of unknown nature, its eyes, shine black constantly in or out of the light. At the hilt of the sword is a strong leather wrap, for the swordsman to hold it by, it contains a hint of green, but no signs of wear and tear. Below the hilt a stain can be seen on careful, close inspection. Which appears to be the stain of blood, most likely from a generation ago fight against an unknown attacker.

Life: Raised in a remote part of The Shire, unknown to most. As an only child, she was well guarded by her father, and taught by her mother. She was trained with a sword, to help her in a hour of need. Although watched over by her parents, she was allowed to wander the shire and as she grew, to go further away. Eventually she managed the long trip to Lothlorien, without family and only her trusted hourse could she make it. She longed for the company of the elves to grow in stature to learn their wisdom. She persuaded them to teach her a simple form of elvish, of their ways, their history. She drank it in, thrilled by it all. She remained in Rivendell for many months, until she recieved news of her fathers death. Her mother was distraught, the ride home had helped her recover from the shock and her mother remained only another year in Middle Earth before passing away.
Rowan packed the few belongings she had and left her home, the sadness and despair. She took a new path and headed for the open road, to explore. Where it lead her, she did not know, but in her heart she was searching for a place where she could become one with herself, to forget the dispair, but to help her grow as a woman, a swordsmaster and more.

Appearance: Her hair glowed a deep brown, usually found in slight waves, rippling down her back, slightly covering her face, giving herself a hidden appearance. Her clothes were simple, a pair of home made trousers the same as the colour of bark on a forest tree, her short sleeved shirt, an off coloured white was her only choice of clothing. Her eyes a hazel green, made her seem wiser beyond her years. Her bare feet, almost as tough as stone, completed her. Nothing more did she need.

Other: Rowan tends to keep to herself, she would rather travel alone, as in this way she can prove to herself that she is strong, and capable of doing everything, especially since her parents death. She has felt the need to become older before her years, to be a better person, stronger, unbreakable, and keep all emotions under control.
She will does not give friendship freely, she must see that the person is trustworthy enough before she will extend the hand of friendship, before even beginning to trust. But once the barrier is broken down and the new friend is accepted by her, will she begin to show her true personality, the cheerful hobbit that once was, rarely does this happen. Once with the elves did she become this hobbit.


EDIT: decided to add more information to my character, hope it all makes sense.



well... thats my character!!hehe.. will add to the RPG tomorrow.. i;ve gotta get offline now!!!
byee..
love lucy xxx