Registration Process

[ZACH!]

If you wish to register for LOTR Rp, fill out this form.

Full Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Description:

Alignment: (Good guy/girl or bad guy/girl)

Sample Post:

[Gandalf the Wise]

Full Name: Gandalf Grayhame, Stormcrow, Gandalf the White, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir

Age: ageless

Gender: Male

Race: Isatari/Wizard

Description: A gentle, yet wise looking old man. Has long flowing gray hair at the start then becomes white. A long beard. Usually seen wearing a cloak over robes, and a pointed Wizard hat. Started wearing all gray until becoming Gandalf the White. Travels with a long wooden staff, (On his third one already) and a sword belted to his waist, known as Glamdring.

Alignment: (Good guy/girl or bad guy/girl) Definitely a good guy by far, willing to sacrifice himself for the good of the people.

Sample Post: *In the Undying lands* Gandalf walked across the bright green grass of a large field. His sword no longer amongst him, since he was now in the safest place he could be. He wondered the field alone eyeing the sky above him. It was a bright sunny day, as usual and he enjoyed that. His mind wondered back to the times when he was in Middle Earth with his friends. He remembered the happy sounds of Hobbit children playing in the Shire, and the nice times he had smoking pipe weed with his friend Bilbo Baggins. The fields reminded him greatly of the shire, with the color of the grass that spread ceasingly in front of him. His friend Bilbo was back with the elves and his nephew Frodo, somewhere amongst the civilized areas of Valinor. Gandalf stood on a small hill where he could see the mountains off in the distance. The mountains that hid Valinor from outsiders. He wanted to go back to Middle Earth and see the others he had left behind, but he knew it wasn’t time for that yet. He knew that he would be sent back, if a task needed completed. With that thought helping to settle his thoughts he decided to head back to the others and enjoy their company.

[ZACH!]

Accepted of course.

[thranduil]

Full Name: Thranduil Andaith

Age: 17

Gender: M

Race: elf/human

Description: Thranduil has long dirty blond hair, fairly pointy ears and a slender build. He dresses like a mix of a ranger and an elf, and has piercing blue eyes. His facial features are sunken in, almost skeletal. He usually is hooded and cloaked.

Alignment: Thranduil is good, he has spent a lot of his life hunting and killing orcs, for revenge against his parents death.

Sample Post: Thranduil walked stealthily among the dark forests of Mirkwood. A bow stretched across his back and a quiver along with it. At his side he wore a sheathed sword. His father's sword. The bow he bore was an elven bow. Made for him by his mother before her untimely death. Thranduil had spent his remaining years since their death, hunting and killing as many orcs, goblins and other dark creatures he could find. For they had killed his parents. Thranduil had killed his first orc when he was only seven. It was the trailing orc that had left at the end of the group of orcs that had killed his parents. Thranduil had hunted the remainder of the party. Now, all he wanted to do was travel. See as much of Middle Earth he could. He was a loner, he had nobody. He liked it that way. Thranduil pushed his way through the forest stopping short when he heard a rustling sound far in the distance. His keen eyesight saw movement, and he strung his bow. He notched an arrow onto the string and aimed. Pulling back as far as he could, he let the arrow fly. It hit the animal with force, and the animal keeled over. Dead. Thranduil put the bow away and made for his dinner.

[ZACH!]

Accepted ;D

[supergm123]

Full Name: Dark Lord Sauron

Age: Ageless

Gender: Male

Race: Vala/Maia

Description: Tall with pale skin, Sauron gives off vast amounts of heat, so much so that he can burn people to death with his touch. He has four fingers upon his black hand as he was unable to regenerate the finger lost when the ring was cut from it. His entire body has been blackened by the firey heat given off by his body, contained within his thick metal suit of armour.

Alignment: Bad Guy.

Sample Post: Sauron stood upon the slopes of Mount Doom, looming over the battle fields before him. He could see his Orcish army being massacred by the combined forces of the Men of Numenor and the Elves. The last of the free people were rising against him. He tightened his grip around the hilt of his mace audibly, the sound of metal clanking as it moved. Slowly he began to crunch his way down the slopes of the mountain, taking care, the helmet he wore gave him low visibility, and as such he had to take care of the crumbling rocks.
At the base of the firey mountain he slowly marched his way through the battle, his forces parting in his wake. He readied his arm to swing his mace. His sheer height caused his enemies to back off in terror, soon a small circle was formed around him, half of his own army, half of the enemy. He raised his arm slowly, but brought it down with a deadly speed, the magic imbued within the weapon, and the ring which he bore on the ring finger of his weapon hand, caused those he struck to soar backwards when dead. As such Sauron began to cleave a path through the enemy, until he spotted the war-crown of Numenor, a special helm, worn only by the King, flash into his view, Elendil, he had the foolish bravery to attempt to step forth against Sauron. He simply swung his mace again, sending his foe onto a solid rock face, meters away. Sauron watched as the apparent son of the King rushed forth, he saw his chance to destroy the royalty of Numenor. And he would take it.
Sauron began to march towards the son, mourning the death of his father. He would kill them both in one battle, both, with a swing of his mighty mace...or so he hoped.

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[ZACH!]

Accepted!! Welcome, Other Dark Lord.

[supergm123]

Voldemort vs Sauron, bring it on!