Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Oct 26, 2006 9:28:08 GMT -5
Full Name:Prince Targuhllowraith Lecroffenest Criptor the Dawneater
Alias/Nicknames:Targuhl; The Dawneater; The Hunter; The Thief; The Cradle-Thief (by men in the North-East of middle-Earth who assume he eats babies, untrue); The Burning Dragon (by certain cults in the Far East, he doesn't know why); The Matricidal Beast (by his enemies at home, who believe he raped and murdered his Mother, also untrue. The last person to call him this is still alive but in constant pain, having been skinned and then his raw flesh seared with red hot iron by the injured party); The Stalker; The Sneaker; The Traveller; etc
Age: 6'750 (approximately)
Alliance: Twilight, neither light nor dark, but looks out for himself, and traditionally, his family and kin. Nan Elmoth.
Apperance: Silvery blue skin, very pale though; medium length silver hair, slicked back; slight yet muscular build; very long legs; long dexterous fingers; classically beautiful face; usually wears a green tunic, green leggings, white (or at least it used to be) shirt, brown breeches, and a large, heavy, hooded green/ brown/ black/ any other colour in the rainbow cloak over all.
Marks, Scars or Tattoos: No scars or distinguishable marks. Has a huge tattoo of forest under the evening moon on his back. The rest of his body is covered with ornate tattoos, his body is like a mural, each tattoo has its own history, anywhere where there is no picture tattoo there is a beautiful leafy pattern.
Jewellery: A silver pendant with his mother's and father's names on it. A royal looking mithril ring.
Likes: Hunting, killing, venting his pent up rage, being sneaky, killing for money (just ask him and he'll do it), admiring beauty in women, weaponry, landscapes and women and women and women.
Dislikes: People who talk shit about his mother, people who hurt his mother, people who aren't his mother (until he gets to know them, if they live that long.)
Special Talents: Hunting and killing. Knows a bit of magic and wants to learn more.
Race: Twilight elves, never before heard of far-eastern elf race.
Weapons/Other Accessories: Skilled with all maner of knives and bows. Usually carries a large, ornately carved bow with equally beautiful quiver and arrows, two beautiful ivory handled knives, presumably from the same place as the bow, a shorter, broader more ordinary hunting knife. A long sword at his back, definitely magical, probably a gift from a wizard, or maiar of some sort.
History: Targuhl was born a Twilight elf to the King of the land. Just after he was born his father, sensing danger gave his son a ring, and a sword, signs of kingship, and a pair of knives, family heirlooms. The sword was given to his grandfather's father by the Valar eons ago. Targuhl's father was murdered by his own council before his only child's first birthday. targuhl and his mother were permitted to grow up in peace, the councillors pretended that they were holding the regency of the Prince until he was old ebnough o take the Kingship for himself. They had told the people that Targuhl's father had been killed by a wild boar, but Targuhl's mother secretly knew the truth and told her son. When the councillors became aware of this Targuhl was ready to take his throne, but they raped and killed his mother and accused Targuhl of the atrocious crime. Enraged the young elf castrated all of the elves and their minions. For these "crimes2 the Prince was banished forever (even the council would not dare execute one of the royal line). Targuhl, having nothing to live for, set off into the wilderness, making a living by finding assasinating anyone who was wanted dead, and he did it well. Targuhl lived out this pitiful; life until in his wanderings he stumbled upon what we know as Middle-Earth, and there he began the most improtant part of his story...
Alias/Nicknames:Targuhl; The Dawneater; The Hunter; The Thief; The Cradle-Thief (by men in the North-East of middle-Earth who assume he eats babies, untrue); The Burning Dragon (by certain cults in the Far East, he doesn't know why); The Matricidal Beast (by his enemies at home, who believe he raped and murdered his Mother, also untrue. The last person to call him this is still alive but in constant pain, having been skinned and then his raw flesh seared with red hot iron by the injured party); The Stalker; The Sneaker; The Traveller; etc
Age: 6'750 (approximately)
Alliance: Twilight, neither light nor dark, but looks out for himself, and traditionally, his family and kin. Nan Elmoth.
Apperance: Silvery blue skin, very pale though; medium length silver hair, slicked back; slight yet muscular build; very long legs; long dexterous fingers; classically beautiful face; usually wears a green tunic, green leggings, white (or at least it used to be) shirt, brown breeches, and a large, heavy, hooded green/ brown/ black/ any other colour in the rainbow cloak over all.
Marks, Scars or Tattoos: No scars or distinguishable marks. Has a huge tattoo of forest under the evening moon on his back. The rest of his body is covered with ornate tattoos, his body is like a mural, each tattoo has its own history, anywhere where there is no picture tattoo there is a beautiful leafy pattern.
Jewellery: A silver pendant with his mother's and father's names on it. A royal looking mithril ring.
Likes: Hunting, killing, venting his pent up rage, being sneaky, killing for money (just ask him and he'll do it), admiring beauty in women, weaponry, landscapes and women and women and women.
Dislikes: People who talk shit about his mother, people who hurt his mother, people who aren't his mother (until he gets to know them, if they live that long.)
Special Talents: Hunting and killing. Knows a bit of magic and wants to learn more.
Race: Twilight elves, never before heard of far-eastern elf race.
Weapons/Other Accessories: Skilled with all maner of knives and bows. Usually carries a large, ornately carved bow with equally beautiful quiver and arrows, two beautiful ivory handled knives, presumably from the same place as the bow, a shorter, broader more ordinary hunting knife. A long sword at his back, definitely magical, probably a gift from a wizard, or maiar of some sort.
History: Targuhl was born a Twilight elf to the King of the land. Just after he was born his father, sensing danger gave his son a ring, and a sword, signs of kingship, and a pair of knives, family heirlooms. The sword was given to his grandfather's father by the Valar eons ago. Targuhl's father was murdered by his own council before his only child's first birthday. targuhl and his mother were permitted to grow up in peace, the councillors pretended that they were holding the regency of the Prince until he was old ebnough o take the Kingship for himself. They had told the people that Targuhl's father had been killed by a wild boar, but Targuhl's mother secretly knew the truth and told her son. When the councillors became aware of this Targuhl was ready to take his throne, but they raped and killed his mother and accused Targuhl of the atrocious crime. Enraged the young elf castrated all of the elves and their minions. For these "crimes2 the Prince was banished forever (even the council would not dare execute one of the royal line). Targuhl, having nothing to live for, set off into the wilderness, making a living by finding assasinating anyone who was wanted dead, and he did it well. Targuhl lived out this pitiful; life until in his wanderings he stumbled upon what we know as Middle-Earth, and there he began the most improtant part of his story...
