Post by Elindë on Jul 24, 2013 5:32:27 GMT 7
I got bored so I did a thing...
Also the Elves' heights have changed, especially the Tolkien ones, because I was reminded that his Elves were significantly taller than Men, so I'm going for a foot taller on average. I now have Elrond at 6'10 Gil-Galad at 7'2 and Galadriel at 6'11 so Thranduil, Galion and Saeros are still relatively short.
Short list:
Anna (Original)
Creidhe (Original)
Galion (Tolkien)
Hallen (Original)
Saeros (Tolkien)
Thranduil (Tolkien)
Wylofain (Original)
Listed in order of arrival:
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Sindarin Elf
Age: c.6,950
Height: 6'4 1/2
Elvenking of Northern Eryn Galen – he’s given the southern end to Celeborn, who’s renamed it East Lórien, and the middle to the Woodmen. If he lived in our world he’d be down as schizophrenic but he doesn’t so he isn’t. Because in Arda people do occasionally come back from the dead and there is a second usually unseen world and things are trying to get and yeah… I tried to explain it once but just gave myself a headache. He and Celeborn keep in touch with each other but other than that they keep themselves to themselves; they know they and their people will have to sail one day but they don’t want to leave just yet. And Thranduil (and Celeborn but he’s not important) is even more mopey and short tempered than before now that his son has ‘abandoned’ him to set up an Elven colony in Ithillien. I guess it’s a different kind of grouchy though: before it was an evil-forces-are-trying-to-take-over-my-realm-no-scratch-that-the-entire-world grouchy, now it’s an I-did-all-that-and-he-still-forsook-me grouchy.
Muse-wise: undisputed (though usually absent) boss.
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Silvan Elf
Age: c.6,960 (ie that bit older than Thranduil)
Height: 6'5
Butler/valet and close companion of Thranduil. In the Realm he basically makes sure Thranduil’s feet are on the ground. The Realm’s hectic nature can easily become too much when you’re never quite sure what’s real and what’s not. The problem is that it quickly does Galion’s head in too… He has quite a quick temper but happily not many situations annoy him nowadays. He doesn’t feel he can relax outside his own world, even when it’s just me and my muses around, so he comes across as quite tense. He’s also got the I-fought-even-though-Elves-my-age-in-other-realms-set-aside-their-weapons-decades-ago-and-still-my-child-left-me-for-Ithillien melancholy.
Muse-wise: deputy, but because he’s never around when Thranduil isn’t he doesn’t pull rank.
Original
Race: Elf
Age: physical: 43, human equivalent: 21
Height: 6’7
Elf-prince, and after his father was severely disfigured in a fire he’s taken on the diplomatic duties. Rhaeadr used to be strikingly beautiful, which makes his attitude towards the scars down his left hand side all the more negative. Lovai also got burnt on his left cheek and hand but his scars aren’t nearly so extensive or obvious. Rhaeadr used to take his frustrations out on his son but now Lovai’s older and stronger and the fire’s made Rhaeadr weaker so their relationship is calmer now. I wouldn’t call it good but they realise they love each other even if they still don’t like each other. Lovai’s laid back and asks a lot of questions, but he observes more than he asks now. He’s also very optimistic, and is already enjoying his new responsibilities. One bone of contention is his feelings for one of his male servants, especially as he’s happily engaged to one of his closest friends now; how’s he, naïve in these matters as he is, supposed to know the love he feels for her isn’t romantic?
Muse-wise: young deputy. His trusting nature makes even Saeros civil towards him. As he gets more responsibility at home he practices making people doing things for you nicely more and more with the other muses.
Original
Race: Human mage
Age: physical: pfft. Apparent: c.8
Height: 4’5
He lives in the middle of a swamp in his world’s equivalent of America’s Deep South. His adoptive parents’ house is slowly sinking, and rotting, but Hallen doesn’t care. He’s an elective mute but that’s because talking seems a lot of effort to get things he can get anyway. His adoptive father is also a mage and he was the one who gave Hallen magic. Because he didn’t have magic naturally, Hallen has weird side effects; very strong synaesthesia – he sees smells, sounds and physical sensations as colour – a decreased need for sleep and possibly stunted physical and mental development depending on his age. He communicates subconsciously by making butterflies come out of his hands. There’s a fairly complex code for what each colouration, pattern, size and number of butterflies mean but they’re all emotions. Some people find him kind of freaky but he doesn’t mean to be freaky and he doesn’t care what others think so he’s generally happy and inquisitive.
Muse-wise: the child. Low down but doesn’t care; too busy running around. Looked after by the others.
Original
Race: Elf
Age: 720
Height: 6’10
In self-imposed exile in one of the major human cities, which he helped plunge into civil war by divulging sensitive information about the former king and his lover. This led to the king shooting himself because it turned out his adoptive sister was actually his half-sister (because sleeping with your adoptive sister is fine… obviously… Creidhe’s world is weird.) Apart from being a professional black-mailer, Creidhe helps the new Elves arrivals in the city settle in – and finds out as much as he can about them ‘to use later.’ He loves his documents, but he also loves his guns. He has about a dozen, ranging from hand guns to muskets. He’s charming but doesn’t have many friends; in his home world only his fellow dirt-digger Imeldin considers himself close to Creidhe, but even then he’s more a subordinate employee than anything else. Creidhe also has an identical twin, Hilraeth, but you shan’t be confusing them in a hurry… Hilraeth’s who he’s been running from for the past seven centuries.
Muse-wise: acts lower down than he actually is to curry favour and learn things about the other muses. The investigator: if one of the others wants something found out they go to Creidhe.
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Nandorin Elf & Ghost.
Age: c1,00 when died. Including death: c.8,000
Height: 6'4
Used to be one of High Elvenking Elu Thingol’s chief advisors until his death (in humorous or tragic circumstances depending on who you ask). He’s a spiteful git but very knowledgeable and quick-thinking. He was aloof when alive but now that he’s dead and therefore things can’t get any worse he’s almost insufferable. He used to be nice but when the darkness came over Beleriand, resulting in a costly battle and the loss of his home, he was darkened too. Sometimes the old him can be seen in his eyes as though trying and failing to come up for air, and at such times those who look at him suddenly feel inexplicably sad. He also can’t be hurt, doesn’t need to eat, drink or sleep and is freezing cold so I wouldn’t recommend touching him unless absolutely necessary.
Muse-wise: Put up with. Social status in the group again depends on who you’re asking. Until he’s the only one who knows something and then he’s treated like royalty.
Original
Race: born Human, now: who knows?
Age: late 20s when died
Height: 6'
Because everyone needs a 'death muse', don't they?
Anna used to be a housecarl to the local æþeling (prince) in the mid Saxon times, but then he was hit over the head in battle and lost a lot of mental faculties. (These have been returned now. His oddness is because of what he does...) So he was left out in the forest in winter to die while the rest of the army went on. He's not sure what happened in his dying moments but long after all who knew him in life had died he was returned and now acts as a chaperone to those who die in the area where he was left. Well, he's more of a last rites person. He watches them passing/being laid to rest so someone was there for them. His eyes are usually blue, but as he watches more and more deaths they slowly turn black. This takes a while but when they are black he needs to be 'reset' almost, which involves being killed in some way. Then he wakes up a few hours later with blue eyes again. He lives in the port near where he was left and he has been accepted now. So much so that a woman who was also brought back from the dead moved to the town Laufey's her name. She doesn't know if she'd wake up from being killed again so she isn't going to try. Her role seems to be a witchdoctor who can cure even quite serious things but that's by the by. He can speak but doesn't often; it detracts from his stillness. Instead after a while he gets inside your head and you find thoughts there that aren't your own: they're his. He doesn't do that around Thranduil and Galion anymore though. Galion literally stabs him in the back if he tries to Think to Thranduil.
Time-wise he's in the mid 1800s now. That's 1000 years of being a Dead Warden. It's a huge technological jump from then to our time but after being returned from the grave nothing much can surprise him.
Muse-wise: He's here because he fills a gap in what theothers cover, but he's a Realm muse rather than a story muse. He's at the bottom, but even so he is respected because of what he is. He either steers clear or is steered clear of because he is still getting used to the others and vis versa
Also the Elves' heights have changed, especially the Tolkien ones, because I was reminded that his Elves were significantly taller than Men, so I'm going for a foot taller on average. I now have Elrond at 6'10 Gil-Galad at 7'2 and Galadriel at 6'11 so Thranduil, Galion and Saeros are still relatively short.
Short list:
Anna (Original)
Creidhe (Original)
Galion (Tolkien)
Hallen (Original)
Saeros (Tolkien)
Thranduil (Tolkien)
Wylofain (Original)
Listed in order of arrival:
Thranduil Oropherion
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Sindarin Elf
Age: c.6,950
Height: 6'4 1/2
Elvenking of Northern Eryn Galen – he’s given the southern end to Celeborn, who’s renamed it East Lórien, and the middle to the Woodmen. If he lived in our world he’d be down as schizophrenic but he doesn’t so he isn’t. Because in Arda people do occasionally come back from the dead and there is a second usually unseen world and things are trying to get and yeah… I tried to explain it once but just gave myself a headache. He and Celeborn keep in touch with each other but other than that they keep themselves to themselves; they know they and their people will have to sail one day but they don’t want to leave just yet. And Thranduil (and Celeborn but he’s not important) is even more mopey and short tempered than before now that his son has ‘abandoned’ him to set up an Elven colony in Ithillien. I guess it’s a different kind of grouchy though: before it was an evil-forces-are-trying-to-take-over-my-realm-no-scratch-that-the-entire-world grouchy, now it’s an I-did-all-that-and-he-still-forsook-me grouchy.
Muse-wise: undisputed (though usually absent) boss.
Galion
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Silvan Elf
Age: c.6,960 (ie that bit older than Thranduil)
Height: 6'5
Butler/valet and close companion of Thranduil. In the Realm he basically makes sure Thranduil’s feet are on the ground. The Realm’s hectic nature can easily become too much when you’re never quite sure what’s real and what’s not. The problem is that it quickly does Galion’s head in too… He has quite a quick temper but happily not many situations annoy him nowadays. He doesn’t feel he can relax outside his own world, even when it’s just me and my muses around, so he comes across as quite tense. He’s also got the I-fought-even-though-Elves-my-age-in-other-realms-set-aside-their-weapons-decades-ago-and-still-my-child-left-me-for-Ithillien melancholy.
Muse-wise: deputy, but because he’s never around when Thranduil isn’t he doesn’t pull rank.
Wylofain ap Rhaeadr
(Lovai)
(Lovai)
Original
Race: Elf
Age: physical: 43, human equivalent: 21
Height: 6’7
Elf-prince, and after his father was severely disfigured in a fire he’s taken on the diplomatic duties. Rhaeadr used to be strikingly beautiful, which makes his attitude towards the scars down his left hand side all the more negative. Lovai also got burnt on his left cheek and hand but his scars aren’t nearly so extensive or obvious. Rhaeadr used to take his frustrations out on his son but now Lovai’s older and stronger and the fire’s made Rhaeadr weaker so their relationship is calmer now. I wouldn’t call it good but they realise they love each other even if they still don’t like each other. Lovai’s laid back and asks a lot of questions, but he observes more than he asks now. He’s also very optimistic, and is already enjoying his new responsibilities. One bone of contention is his feelings for one of his male servants, especially as he’s happily engaged to one of his closest friends now; how’s he, naïve in these matters as he is, supposed to know the love he feels for her isn’t romantic?
Muse-wise: young deputy. His trusting nature makes even Saeros civil towards him. As he gets more responsibility at home he practices making people doing things for you nicely more and more with the other muses.
Hallen
Original
Race: Human mage
Age: physical: pfft. Apparent: c.8
Height: 4’5
He lives in the middle of a swamp in his world’s equivalent of America’s Deep South. His adoptive parents’ house is slowly sinking, and rotting, but Hallen doesn’t care. He’s an elective mute but that’s because talking seems a lot of effort to get things he can get anyway. His adoptive father is also a mage and he was the one who gave Hallen magic. Because he didn’t have magic naturally, Hallen has weird side effects; very strong synaesthesia – he sees smells, sounds and physical sensations as colour – a decreased need for sleep and possibly stunted physical and mental development depending on his age. He communicates subconsciously by making butterflies come out of his hands. There’s a fairly complex code for what each colouration, pattern, size and number of butterflies mean but they’re all emotions. Some people find him kind of freaky but he doesn’t mean to be freaky and he doesn’t care what others think so he’s generally happy and inquisitive.
Muse-wise: the child. Low down but doesn’t care; too busy running around. Looked after by the others.
Creidhe
Original
Race: Elf
Age: 720
Height: 6’10
In self-imposed exile in one of the major human cities, which he helped plunge into civil war by divulging sensitive information about the former king and his lover. This led to the king shooting himself because it turned out his adoptive sister was actually his half-sister (because sleeping with your adoptive sister is fine… obviously… Creidhe’s world is weird.) Apart from being a professional black-mailer, Creidhe helps the new Elves arrivals in the city settle in – and finds out as much as he can about them ‘to use later.’ He loves his documents, but he also loves his guns. He has about a dozen, ranging from hand guns to muskets. He’s charming but doesn’t have many friends; in his home world only his fellow dirt-digger Imeldin considers himself close to Creidhe, but even then he’s more a subordinate employee than anything else. Creidhe also has an identical twin, Hilraeth, but you shan’t be confusing them in a hurry… Hilraeth’s who he’s been running from for the past seven centuries.
Muse-wise: acts lower down than he actually is to curry favour and learn things about the other muses. The investigator: if one of the others wants something found out they go to Creidhe.
Saeros Ithilborion
Fandom: Tolkien
Race: Nandorin Elf & Ghost.
Age: c1,00 when died. Including death: c.8,000
Height: 6'4
Used to be one of High Elvenking Elu Thingol’s chief advisors until his death (in humorous or tragic circumstances depending on who you ask). He’s a spiteful git but very knowledgeable and quick-thinking. He was aloof when alive but now that he’s dead and therefore things can’t get any worse he’s almost insufferable. He used to be nice but when the darkness came over Beleriand, resulting in a costly battle and the loss of his home, he was darkened too. Sometimes the old him can be seen in his eyes as though trying and failing to come up for air, and at such times those who look at him suddenly feel inexplicably sad. He also can’t be hurt, doesn’t need to eat, drink or sleep and is freezing cold so I wouldn’t recommend touching him unless absolutely necessary.
Muse-wise: Put up with. Social status in the group again depends on who you’re asking. Until he’s the only one who knows something and then he’s treated like royalty.
Anna Deaþwærd
(Modernised Spelling: Arna Deathward. Either is fine)
(Modernised Spelling: Arna Deathward. Either is fine)
Original
Race: born Human, now: who knows?
Age: late 20s when died
Height: 6'
Because everyone needs a 'death muse', don't they?
Anna used to be a housecarl to the local æþeling (prince) in the mid Saxon times, but then he was hit over the head in battle and lost a lot of mental faculties. (These have been returned now. His oddness is because of what he does...) So he was left out in the forest in winter to die while the rest of the army went on. He's not sure what happened in his dying moments but long after all who knew him in life had died he was returned and now acts as a chaperone to those who die in the area where he was left. Well, he's more of a last rites person. He watches them passing/being laid to rest so someone was there for them. His eyes are usually blue, but as he watches more and more deaths they slowly turn black. This takes a while but when they are black he needs to be 'reset' almost, which involves being killed in some way. Then he wakes up a few hours later with blue eyes again. He lives in the port near where he was left and he has been accepted now. So much so that a woman who was also brought back from the dead moved to the town Laufey's her name. She doesn't know if she'd wake up from being killed again so she isn't going to try. Her role seems to be a witchdoctor who can cure even quite serious things but that's by the by. He can speak but doesn't often; it detracts from his stillness. Instead after a while he gets inside your head and you find thoughts there that aren't your own: they're his. He doesn't do that around Thranduil and Galion anymore though. Galion literally stabs him in the back if he tries to Think to Thranduil.
Time-wise he's in the mid 1800s now. That's 1000 years of being a Dead Warden. It's a huge technological jump from then to our time but after being returned from the grave nothing much can surprise him.
Muse-wise: He's here because he fills a gap in what theothers cover, but he's a Realm muse rather than a story muse. He's at the bottom, but even so he is respected because of what he is. He either steers clear or is steered clear of because he is still getting used to the others and vis versa
