What is the lore behind you Character? What is your character all about?

[Urwendil]

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Here is a very rough beginning of a backstory for my main character, Kibilturg Mahaldil:
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"Don't be silly, of course I'm not using my true Khuzdul name. That was known to a few a long time ago, and they are all past now.

Barazbanâd they named Us collectively -Us, I say, now who are we? That, my friend, is a long story that has no ending within the circles of this Middle-earth. Yes, Barazbanâd We are, and I'm Kibilturg, the Silver-beard.

Whoever opposes the Shadow is my ally, and yet whoever has fallen under it better beware my axe, if that is possible..."
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Don't know that long story myself yet
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[manstan]

This is something I am good at.

Wanna M. T. {Michelle Took} Hobbit Minstrel. Actually grew up on the road with her family of traveling entertainers. When the war started her family settled down in Bywater; you've probably seen her families travelwagon there But Wanna couldn't stay settled. First she started working with the bounders, then started riding patrols, till she was once again on the road and adventuring. Wanna's goal is to protect her family and the shire, and if she has to go to distant lands to do it, so be it.

[ParrotGuy]

my elf hunter's parents were born in lindon, but moved to lothlorien and there my elf was born (chose origin before reading books/watching movies, so i just pretend he's from lothlorien). his real name is parrat, but he reveald himself in his adventures only as parrotman. he lived his first 137 hears at lothlorien, raising his parrots and training a bit as a galadhrim hunter. then, when hearing of need in edhelion, the lord and lady sent him along with more lothlorien warriors to there... and then, indstruction, 600 years later- he stayed in ered luin back then- indstruction quest and then the real advanture that still on going.

[buzzyloo]

I have several with different personalities. They all level within a 10 or so levels of each other so they can all craft for each other.

Jungadir the Elf Hunter is my main and is like characters I play in other games - my real playstyle I guess. He mostly just scouts new areas, gathers resources and adventures. He does the book quests and a few incidentals along the way, while poking into every nook and cranny in the game and hunting leather-bearing animals for his tailoring. He is quiet and a bit of a loner and sometimes won't return to town for weeks - managing packspace is a game in itself with him.

Chavborn the Man Warden is more social and a bit wild. He speaks in Cockney rhyming slang, which is difficult because I'm Canadian and don't really know how to speak rhyming slang off the cuff, so I tend to have a browser window open for reference when I play him. He does all of the quests and zones that relate to Men and Breelanders and the War of the Ring. He basically progressed north out of Breeland, making it to Angmar without much side to side activity.

Skimpi is a dark-skinned Dwarf Runekeeper with flowing dreadlocks. He uses a lot of Jamaican slang and doesn't take life too seriously. He hates evil Dwarves and does any zones with a lot of evil Dwarf stuff, snow, or mountains.

Woggamond is my Hobbit burglar and is very Bilbo-esque. He mostly "lives" in old ruins and such, sneaking around so that he can gather resources for his Scholarly pursuits.

[djheydt]

In the Society for Creative Anachronism, some people have elaborate "persona stories." One friend of mine, with a Welsh persona, can tell you her genealogy back about fifteen generations. Others invent rather improbable stories to explain their particular interests: "I was born in a harem in North Africa, escaped to Spain and then to France, now live in Kent where I earn my living by embroidery...." There's one guy who insists he is a tenth century North African Berber who has somehow wandered into a Frankish realm called the Kingdom of the West.

And others don't bother. Another friend of mine says, "Persona? What's a persona? I'm just a simple country knight."

My persona story in the SCA is sketchy at best, and in LotRO I don't have one at all.

[Egilric]

My two "mains" are Torthelion (Captain) and Gandrhulf (Loremaster).

Gand is Torth's father, but was separated from him when Torth was only a few months old.

I am working on a full background for Gand, I have expanded it as Gand has levelled, and tried to show not only character but also geographic progression as the story unfolds. I got to a point where I really needed to understand more about Torth's background before I could go any further with Gand's, and ended up writing a brief story about Torth.

Torthelion's Tale: http://www.fileden.com/files/2008/10...ons%20Tale.pdf

Gand's tale is still a work in progress, but I am hoping to have it finished "Soon ™" as I have several kinnies waiting to read the "next chapter" but I have stopped releasing it in chapters and intend to finish it before a further release is made.

All The Best

[andyk]

This is the first part of my guardian Croplea's story. His name indicates his farming background, until the incident related here, after which his true origins are revealed to him, as well as his right name - 'Strong Protector'.

Turvarno

CROPLEA BEGINS HIS LIFE AS A GUARDIAN

The first heroic deed - the slaying of the bear

Since ancient times, in fruitful Northern lands,
West of the Anduin in its winding bed,
where in the fields the barley ripening stands,
A life of peace Breelanders all have led.
Beside a hill there stood near old Bree town,
an ancient farm, wide fields and sheltered dale.
Close by there yet the Greenway runs straight down,
past cliffs and fields and on through Andrath’s vale.

Where springtime’s spirit kind on nature smiled,
A wonder came on it’s appointed day:
The land was waking fast from winter mild,
And men and hobbits deemed their labours play,
While tones of youths and maidens blushing coy
Mixed with the song of birds to greet the morn.
All felt within them nature’s perfect joy,
In ancient times to blissful freedom born.

The lordly farmer strolled there in the field,
Together with his son, a lad full fair;
scarce eighteen youthful summers was the yield,
The span of time that graced the farmer’s heir.
The old man ever sought his son to show
In Middle-earth how nature close by stands,
And in its rhythms mighty powers flow,
In mountains, waters, forests, and the lands.

Conversing thus, unmarked their path they found
Into the shadows of Old Forest’s verge;
The old man sat to rest upon the ground,
Beneath the oaks where wood and meadow merge.
When all at once, with angry gnashing jaws,
A savage bear from out the forest ran.
To save himself the old man had no pause -
His life’s last breath due in a moment’s span.

The young man turned in haste with swiftness rare;
He seized the creature by its gaping jaw,
With mighty strength he tore apart the bear-
a baby goat had troubled him no more.
When thus his son revealed such mighty power,
The old man trembling uttered up this view:
“You are the chosen hero, shown this hour,
As prophesied in ancient times for you.”

Croplea’s origins are revealed

“Full eighteen years ago, this very day,
A ragged horse came from the Northern lands,
Upon it sat a sage both old and grey,
Who held secure an infant in his hands.
Though agéd, still with youthful step he strode,
My part in Fate’s great purpose soon laid bare:-
To take this sturdy boy to my abode,
And raise him, teach and train him as my heir.”

“This sage a pilgrim wise, by Varda sent,
Then told how, deep within the forest wild,
A human babe was found where no man went,
And that a she-bear’s milk sustained the child.
For him, as told, it is the Valars’ will,
To be a Guardian and to strive for right;
His name with fear the wicked heart will fill,
And evil-doers, trembling, put to flight.”

“‘There in the East,’ the wise one further said,
‘Against Dwarves, Elves and Men there risen stands
A fearsome horde, the Dark Lord’s black host dread,
Whose tearing claws rip at the western lands.
The elves and dwarves will fight, and live on all,
But Bree-land folk, their freedom will be lost.
Your homeland’s heroes struggling brave shall fall,
Against the orcish foe will pay the cost.’”

“‘A wanderer’s full and lengthy life I’ve had,
past hill or barrow, hidden grove of oak;
A thousand joyful messages, or sad,
I brought to lords or to the lesser folk.
This is the worst, this news that I now bring,
Make known to you, oh noble Bree-land Lord,
More difficult for me no other thing,
That is a part within my life’s rich hoard.’”

“‘Yet do not grieve, oh western man, but know:
Remembering the deeds of men of yore,
As ages pass the people’s strength will grow,
And battles won will free your race once more.
Though foresight now not even lets me see,
How long the yoke that on your people falls.-
Behold, the fading sunlight summons me,
The golden westering sun my farewell calls!’”

“The wise old one now ceased, his message brought,
And on his horse he hastened to depart.
Beside the road I stood in deepest thought,
The herald’s parting marked with heavy heart.
Along the East Road now, on past Greenway,
into the west the visitor now passed.
A fading light came from the sun’s last ray,
The herald’s steed in gloaming faded fast.”

“The years since then are gone in time’s long span,
While Destiny’s will I solemnly bore through.
The gift the wise one brought is grown to man,
You are that sturdy boy; the child was you!
From this day forth, in honour of your deed,
‘Turvarno’ is your name, most surely meet.
A strong protector in the hour of need;
The world has seen your first heroic feat.”


Some day I may be inspired to write more... (possibly if I can get back playing again as well!).

Thanks, Crop