Personification Life OOC VI [OPEN]

[Tiltjuice]

Huh? Jacob's still asleep.... I'll have him wake up if no one bothers to wake him up...

Sorry. This is my brain during finals projects. Dora can do it if you want her to.

[Novae Senatus Populusque Romanus]

Huh? Jacob's still asleep.... I'll have him wake up if no one bothers to wake him up...

Sorry. This is my brain during finals projects. Dora can do it if you want her to.

Sure. If you want....

[Tiltjuice]

Sorry. This is my brain during finals projects. Dora can do it if you want her to.

Sure. If you want....

Yeah, if you want.

[AETEN II]

AETEN wants to give his Internet connection meth to wake it up.

And apply it by directly infusing it into the Internet's bloodstream and replacing all its plasma with meth, because this it's slow.

It's now been over four hours and it's at 51%.

[Swith Witherward]

Nation Nickname: Aman, the Blessed Realm; a.k.a. Valinor

Character Name (can be different than nation name): Finduin

URL to Character Picture or a few sentences about what they look like: Female, 53 years old, 5'9", 135 lbs, fair-skinned, very expressive face with green eyes, waist-length, bright golden hair, fairly slender but with reasonably well-developed muscles, wears a thick, hooded robe of dark forest green.

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Calaquendi; a.k.a. High Elf

Character Powers/Special Abilities (if any): Very gifted at both language and music, and is able to gain the love and trust of animals with uncommon ease.

Character Weaknesses/Flaws: Doesn't work as well in a group as she does alone, perfectionist to the extreme, somewhat withdrawn and has difficulty being outgoing, also has strong emotions which occasionally rise to the surface as a fiery temper.

Character Background: A daughter of Finarfin, Prince of remnant of the Noldor in Valmar, and Earwen, Swan-Maiden of Alqualonde, who was born sometime after the departure of the Exiles from Valinor.

(Everything in that sentence except for my character's existence is copyright of J.R.R. Tolkien, as many other aspects, backstories, IC stuff are/will be as well; I hope he won't mind if I roleplay using the world he created; I just want to be clear that it's his, not mine.)

Finduin's name, in Quenya, the High-Elven-tongue means, roughly, "Hair like a long river".

(Fin=hair, duin=long river. This is actually cannon Tolkien Elvish.)

She grew up in a land of bliss and peace, but her parents always told her the histories of the dawn of the elves, and of the Two Trees, which were no more, and of the treachery of Melkor, and the kinslaying at Alqualonde, and the flight of the Exiles, and of her sundered kindred who were among the Exiles, whom she had never met. She lived happily enough, save that she often wondered what lay outside her protected home, out in the wide lands of Middle-Earth. She liked at times to travel alone to the gap in the Calacirya, the Encircling Mountains, to gaze at the stars and listen to the sea. It was on the last of these trips that,as she stood looking out over the wide sea, she seemed to see, on a sudden, wide lands rushing towards her. She was torn between fear and fascination, so she hesitated, and so it was that she was caught up in a rent that occurred momentarily in the fabric of the world, and hurled ungraciously into another time and place....

Additional Notes: Finduin loves language, poetry, song, music, horseback-riding, sparring, swimming, dancing, and she loves all manner of flowers, trees, beasts and especially birds. However, at the moment of her arrival she was completely terrified and it took her a while before she was able to overcome her fear of her new surroundings and sadness at the loss of her home and family and to take an earnest interest in life once more.

URL to Apartment Picture: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSR8s3Lyk4M/TaLG3CnsmaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/POHRg4US8d0/s1600/blue-christmas-wallpaper-Fantasy_Treehouse_Widescreen_Wallpaper.jpg

Link to RP examples: (this MUST be a DIRECT LINK to your IC post in an RP, NOT a link to the RP itself. If you don't have examples, make your biography good.)

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Queen Freawaru Erikson of the Northern Alliance sighed wearily and thrust her sleek i-phone as deep as it would go into the pocket of her business slacks. Another offer for the Scaninavian Oil and Mineral Deposits. Another offer she would turn down. Another meeting of Parliament during which her ministers would frown at her. Another news announcement that would anger many of her subjects. It was always the oil and minerals these days. Things had reached a point where it was difficult for the Queen to remember a life without constant offers, pleas, remonstrances, threats, even, pertaining to the mining of, or otherwise, of Scandinavia's rich deposits of natural resources.

The deposits had recently become available since climate change had thawed the heretofore frozen lands containing the underground wealth. It seemed half the world wanted to buy it from the Northern Alliance, and what was worse, Freawaru often felt she was the only person within the Alliance itself who did not support the mining of the SOAMD. Called an environmental extremist, a tree-hugging hippy, the world's greatest fool, even crazy, Queen Freawaru sometimes wondered if she were not all of them at once. Nonetheless, she would not change her mind. Not yet, anyway. Not until it was inevitable. She secretly entertained the fantasy of ODing if things ever reached the point wherein the pristine wildernesses of the north lands would be permanently, messily and obscenely destroyed.

The Queen pulled herself suddenly out of her reverie, and with an air of finality, touched a small, round, white panel on a screen mounted on the wall. A soft chime sounded from somewhere outside the door to her personal study. Freawaru took a deep breath. After a moment, she heard a polite knock on the oak-paneled door, which was immediately followed by the entrance of a tall, white-haired man whose striking blue eyes contrasted with his somewhat portly figure. The man gave a quick bow, followed by a studied murmur of, "Your Majesty."

Queen Freawaru spun her chair quickly around to face him. She nodded quickly at the man, whose bland features did not entirely hide an expression of dislike. In a curt voice, she addressed the man. "My answer to our latest prospective buyer is the same as always. No." There was a pause, during which the two people regarded each other, one with an air of rigid determination, the other with cold politeness and ill-disguised contempt. Then, her voice a shade sharper, Freawaru Erikson said, "That is all," with the obvious expectation of being obeyed without question. The man waited for just half a moment, flirting with rebellion, before nodding, with another murmured "Your Majesty", and then turning and leaving the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

Queen Freawaru sat as still as ice for a moment, retaining her dignity, as if she fancied her subject to be listening outside the door for her to sigh or groan. Then she slowly spun back toward her desk, allowed her shoulders to slump, and pulled out her i-phone. She typed herself a memo;

"Turned down another offer. Jared Ferguson is testing my authority. Remember to watch him, especially during parliament."

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IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details:

(Everything about my character's world except for her existence is copyright of J.R.R. Tolkien, as many other aspects, backstories, IC stuff are/will be as well; I hope he won't mind if I roleplay using the world he created; I just want to be clear that it's his, not mine.)

Finduin is a female High Elf who has lived her whole life in the bliss of Valinor. She is a daughter of Finarfin, Prince of remnant of the Noldor in Valmar, and Earwen, Swan-Maiden of Alqualonde, who was born sometime after the departure of the Exiles from Valinor. She is wise for her age, funny, generally friendly although she is somewhat withdrawn, she loves all living things, although her strong emotions and fiery nature sometimes make it difficult for her to get along with other sentient beings. She enjoys language, poetry, song, music, horseback-riding, sparring, swimming, and dancing At least, she was and did all of these things, until a temporary rift in the fabric of her world caused her to be warped into another time and place. At the moment of her arrival in this universe she was completely terrified and it took her a while before she was able to overcome her fear of her new surroundings and sadness at the loss of her home and family and to take an earnest interest in life once more.

Approved. Ah, patterned after my favorite author's world. The man was an etymological god.

Cer is mowing the damn lawn. I was going to roll over and go back to sleep but his melodious song under my bedroom window went something like this... "(real name), get your ass out of bed and bag these clippings!"

Yes Master.

[Zarkanians]

Nation Nickname: Aman, the Blessed Realm; a.k.a. Valinor

Character Name (can be different than nation name): Finduin

URL to Character Picture or a few sentences about what they look like: Female, 53 years old, 5'9", 135 lbs, fair-skinned, very expressive face with green eyes, waist-length, bright golden hair, fairly slender but with reasonably well-developed muscles, wears a thick, hooded robe of dark forest green.

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Calaquendi; a.k.a. High Elf

Character Powers/Special Abilities (if any): Very gifted at both language and music, and is able to gain the love and trust of animals with uncommon ease.

Character Weaknesses/Flaws: Doesn't work as well in a group as she does alone, perfectionist to the extreme, somewhat withdrawn and has difficulty being outgoing, also has strong emotions which occasionally rise to the surface as a fiery temper.

Character Background: A daughter of Finarfin, Prince of remnant of the Noldor in Valmar, and Earwen, Swan-Maiden of Alqualonde, who was born sometime after the departure of the Exiles from Valinor.

(Everything in that sentence except for my character's existence is copyright of J.R.R. Tolkien, as many other aspects, backstories, IC stuff are/will be as well; I hope he won't mind if I roleplay using the world he created; I just want to be clear that it's his, not mine.)

Finduin's name, in Quenya, the High-Elven-tongue means, roughly, "Hair like a long river".

(Fin=hair, duin=long river. This is actually cannon Tolkien Elvish.)

She grew up in a land of bliss and peace, but her parents always told her the histories of the dawn of the elves, and of the Two Trees, which were no more, and of the treachery of Melkor, and the kinslaying at Alqualonde, and the flight of the Exiles, and of her sundered kindred who were among the Exiles, whom she had never met. She lived happily enough, save that she often wondered what lay outside her protected home, out in the wide lands of Middle-Earth. She liked at times to travel alone to the gap in the Calacirya, the Encircling Mountains, to gaze at the stars and listen to the sea. It was on the last of these trips that,as she stood looking out over the wide sea, she seemed to see, on a sudden, wide lands rushing towards her. She was torn between fear and fascination, so she hesitated, and so it was that she was caught up in a rent that occurred momentarily in the fabric of the world, and hurled ungraciously into another time and place....

Additional Notes: Finduin loves language, poetry, song, music, horseback-riding, sparring, swimming, dancing, and she loves all manner of flowers, trees, beasts and especially birds. However, at the moment of her arrival she was completely terrified and it took her a while before she was able to overcome her fear of her new surroundings and sadness at the loss of her home and family and to take an earnest interest in life once more.

URL to Apartment Picture: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSR8s3Lyk4M/TaLG3CnsmaI/AAAAAAAAAgM/POHRg4US8d0/s1600/blue-christmas-wallpaper-Fantasy_Treehouse_Widescreen_Wallpaper.jpg

Link to RP examples: (this MUST be a DIRECT LINK to your IC post in an RP, NOT a link to the RP itself. If you don't have examples, make your biography good.)

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Queen Freawaru Erikson of the Northern Alliance sighed wearily and thrust her sleek i-phone as deep as it would go into the pocket of her business slacks. Another offer for the Scaninavian Oil and Mineral Deposits. Another offer she would turn down. Another meeting of Parliament during which her ministers would frown at her. Another news announcement that would anger many of her subjects. It was always the oil and minerals these days. Things had reached a point where it was difficult for the Queen to remember a life without constant offers, pleas, remonstrances, threats, even, pertaining to the mining of, or otherwise, of Scandinavia's rich deposits of natural resources.

The deposits had recently become available since climate change had thawed the heretofore frozen lands containing the underground wealth. It seemed half the world wanted to buy it from the Northern Alliance, and what was worse, Freawaru often felt she was the only person within the Alliance itself who did not support the mining of the SOAMD. Called an environmental extremist, a tree-hugging hippy, the world's greatest fool, even crazy, Queen Freawaru sometimes wondered if she were not all of them at once. Nonetheless, she would not change her mind. Not yet, anyway. Not until it was inevitable. She secretly entertained the fantasy of ODing if things ever reached the point wherein the pristine wildernesses of the north lands would be permanently, messily and obscenely destroyed.

The Queen pulled herself suddenly out of her reverie, and with an air of finality, touched a small, round, white panel on a screen mounted on the wall. A soft chime sounded from somewhere outside the door to her personal study. Freawaru took a deep breath. After a moment, she heard a polite knock on the oak-paneled door, which was immediately followed by the entrance of a tall, white-haired man whose striking blue eyes contrasted with his somewhat portly figure. The man gave a quick bow, followed by a studied murmur of, "Your Majesty."

Queen Freawaru spun her chair quickly around to face him. She nodded quickly at the man, whose bland features did not entirely hide an expression of dislike. In a curt voice, she addressed the man. "My answer to our latest prospective buyer is the same as always. No." There was a pause, during which the two people regarded each other, one with an air of rigid determination, the other with cold politeness and ill-disguised contempt. Then, her voice a shade sharper, Freawaru Erikson said, "That is all," with the obvious expectation of being obeyed without question. The man waited for just half a moment, flirting with rebellion, before nodding, with another murmured "Your Majesty", and then turning and leaving the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

Queen Freawaru sat as still as ice for a moment, retaining her dignity, as if she fancied her subject to be listening outside the door for her to sigh or groan. Then she slowly spun back toward her desk, allowed her shoulders to slump, and pulled out her i-phone. She typed herself a memo;

"Turned down another offer. Jared Ferguson is testing my authority. Remember to watch him, especially during parliament."

***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details:

(Everything about my character's world except for her existence is copyright of J.R.R. Tolkien, as many other aspects, backstories, IC stuff are/will be as well; I hope he won't mind if I roleplay using the world he created; I just want to be clear that it's his, not mine.)

Finduin is a female High Elf who has lived her whole life in the bliss of Valinor. She is a daughter of Finarfin, Prince of remnant of the Noldor in Valmar, and Earwen, Swan-Maiden of Alqualonde, who was born sometime after the departure of the Exiles from Valinor. She is wise for her age, funny, generally friendly although she is somewhat withdrawn, she loves all living things, although her strong emotions and fiery nature sometimes make it difficult for her to get along with other sentient beings. She enjoys language, poetry, song, music, horseback-riding, sparring, swimming, and dancing At least, she was and did all of these things, until a temporary rift in the fabric of her world caused her to be warped into another time and place. At the moment of her arrival in this universe she was completely terrified and it took her a while before she was able to overcome her fear of her new surroundings and sadness at the loss of her home and family and to take an earnest interest in life once more.

Approved. Ah, patterned after my favorite author's world. The man was an etymological god.

Cer is mowing the damn lawn. I was going to roll over and go back to sleep but his melodious song under my bedroom window went something like this... "(real name), get your ass out of bed and bag these clippings!"

Yes Master.

*Dad's Magic Phone Wi-Fi ghost*

Goooood luuuuuck...!

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Morning Everyone!

[The BranRiech]

Morning!

[Erucia]

GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD MOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIGGGGG, VIETNAM!

...Well, PL. But Vietnam is close enough.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD MOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIGGGGG, VIETNAM!

...Well, PL. But Vietnam is close enough.

Hope you didn't mind that last night Eru, but most of the characters I write don't like their tech falling into mammal paws. And the "Horsemen" are very capable at using the same tech Neil and Gretta do, but are more effective with it.

[Erucia]

Hope you didn't mind that last night Eru, but most of the characters I write don't like their tech falling into mammal paws. And the "Horsemen" are very capable at using the same tech Neil and Gretta do, but are more effective with it.

I don't really mind too much. Ray's already got $20 million, he didn't need the crazy tech. Would have been more interesting in my mind if he'd been able to make the drop, got a promotion, and then when the tech was placed on the plane, the Horsemen jacked it and stole the tech before the plane lands and delivers an empty crate to a facility lab.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

Hope you didn't mind that last night Eru, but most of the characters I write don't like their tech falling into mammal paws. And the "Horsemen" are very capable at using the same tech Neil and Gretta do, but are more effective with it.

I don't really mind too much. Ray's already got $20 million, he didn't need the crazy tech. Would have been more interesting in my mind if he'd been able to make the drop, got a promotion, and then when the tech was placed on the plane, the Horsemen jacked it and stole the tech before the plane lands and delivers an empty crate to a facility lab.

That's what I was thinking would happen. It just disappears out of an armored car or whatever before it ever reached the lab.

[New Aksarben]

Morning everyone!

Yeah, Dora can wake up Jacob if she already hasn't tilt(I haven't checked to see if anything was posted IC)

[Giovenith]

Germany makes awesome dance music.

Good morning all!

[Tasarinan]

YAY! I'm approved! ...So, what happens now? Where and how do I start?

[Erucia]

YAY! I'm approved! ...So, what happens now? Where and how do I start?

Just try and introduce yourself. Read through the IC and see who's available. Right now, we've got a few trips going on meaning that we've got characters who are busy.

Also, since I'm heading up to Port Townsend and will be on in another 6 hours or so, don't be surprised if I drop offline guys.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

YAY! I'm approved! ...So, what happens now? Where and how do I start?

Simply arrive, someone will greet you.

[New Aksarben]

YAY! I'm approved! ...So, what happens now? Where and how do I start?

As erucia said, just have your character show up somehow! I can have one of my characters introduce them! Or someone else could....

[Erucia]

YAY! I'm approved! ...So, what happens now? Where and how do I start?

As erucia said, just have your character show up somehow! I can have one of my characters introduce them! Or someone else could....

We could have our characters meet her together.

[New Aksarben]

As erucia said, just have your character show up somehow! I can have one of my characters introduce them! Or someone else could....

We could have our characters meet her together.

Maybe. Depends on what she wants.

[Tasarinan]

I think I'll have Finduin show up in the kitchen, or wherever it is that Kei and Tasia are making spaghetti and pb&j sandwiches. Is that cool?

@ NA and Eru: Or, wait, which characters are yours? (Oh, whoops, I forgot Eru is afk.)

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

I haven't made an introduction in a while. And I'm here still with nothing to do, if Prim Scrapped the Sister of Light attack.

[Tasarinan]

@ NVE: Ok, cool, who and where is your char?

[New Aksarben]

I think I'll have Finduin show up in the kitchen, or wherever it is that Kei and Tasia are making spaghetti and pb&j sandwiches. Is that cool?

@ NA and Eru: Or, wait, which characters are yours? (Oh, whoops, I forgot Eru is afk.)

That's one of the apartments. Not the communal kitchen.... Let NVE help. I don't need to, and it would give him something to do!

And two of my characters are open and can be moved..... So, yeah....

[Erucia]

I think I'll have Finduin show up in the kitchen, or wherever it is that Kei and Tasia are making spaghetti and pb&j sandwiches. Is that cool?

@ NA and Eru: Or, wait, which characters are yours? (Oh, whoops, I forgot Eru is afk.)

I've got Ray.