LOTR Conquest (Lord of the Rings Take-off)

[Biomanic]

Back Story:

Lord of the rings conquest, is set in Middle Earth, during the time when the Ring Of Power was the petty possession of Bilbo Baggins. The world is at war for something that is lost.

You may be any race that belongs in Middle Earth. With the exception of Smegol/Golum. It is set in the time when Bilbo has the ring, and no one knows it. Everyone is fighting almost everyone (Not meaning, men fighting elves, that's silly).

Rules:

1. Don't try and change the story of Lord of the Rings, i.e. You can't kill Bilbo Baggins, as he is in the entire story. This is a prequel to Lord of the Rings, but a sequel to The Hobbit.

2. Don't make up imaginary Races or Places in Middle Earth.

3. Certain Races have certain characteristics, follow them, Don't have a hard drinking elf, or a ballet dancing Dwarf.

4. Don't be an arse-fag in general.... You know what I mean.


Character Skeleton:

User Name:
Character Name:
Male/Female:
Race:
Homeland:
Occupation:
Want the Ring/Don't want the Ring:
What reason for wanting the Ring (Optional):
Bio:




User Name: Taago

Character Name: Eni'theer

Male/Female: Male

Age: 67

Race: Man - Ranger (What Aragon is)

Homeland: Gondor

Occupation: Ranger - Protect those who can't protect themselves.

Want the Ring/Don't want the Ring: Don't want the Ring.

What reason for wanting the Ring (Optional):

Bio: Nobody really knows who he is. He often is seen, but is often gone before you realize it's him. Wears a dark cloak and never shows his face.

[Milk]

((This sounds cool.))

User Name: Milk

Character Name: Hadote

Appearance:

Male/Female: Male

Race: Dwarf

Homeland: Iron Hills

Occupation: Guardian ((Dwarven Infantry))

Want the Ring/Don't want the Ring: Don't want it.

What reason for wanting the Ring (Optional):

Bio: Quite a normal Dwarf, dislikes Elves, drinks a lot, likes a good fight. ;D

[peanut]

User Name: Peanut

Character Name: Ji Indur Dawndeath

Appearance:

Male/Female: Male

Race: Was man, now appears spirt, nor living nor dead.

Homeland: Minas Morgul

Birthplace: Gondor

Occupation: Serves the dark lord, Hunts for the ring, and kills all who oppose.

Want the Ring/Don't want the Ring: Wants

What reason for wanting the Ring (Optional): Does anything to get the ring, Must get it back so the dark lord shall arise once again

Bio: He has dark magic, Has a giant sword which can destroy some weapons, Has skill with the blade and rides fast with his steed.

[Macca]

((Macca joins the fray.))

Username: Macca
Character name: Orin
Appearance:
Male/Female: Male
Race: Dwarf
Homeland: Grey Mountains
Position at present time: Iron Hills
Occupation: Infantry
Want the Ring/Don't want the Ring: Don't want the ring.
What reason for wanting the Ring (Optional):
Bio: He and 100 other Dwarves left their homes in the Grey Mountains to offer their allegiance to the Dwarven Army. He keeps to himself and will take orders wherever needed to protect his homeland from the clutches of the orcs. He joins the Dwarven Army Core to fight against those who oppress his home. (EDIT: He always carries with him Barzul'n, his waraxe. But he carries another weapon, his Ascudgamln "Fists of Steel". Small metal spikes attatched to his knuckles that are screwed into a metal hollow that is drilled into the knuckle bones.)

[Biomanic]

((Mkay, I'd say we've got enough, more can join in the future if they must))

Eni'theer wandered through the cover of night. His cloak soaked from rain. As he attempted to navigate the Karmein forests, south of the Grey Mountains, He came across a pile of dead bodies. "My Kin, what has happened to you?" He yelled as he ran towards the burning pile. He looked over the pile of Dead men and women. "They must have been fleeing! Unmerciful bastards!"

Eni'theer spun to his feet as he heard footsteps behind him. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and attempted to make out what was in front of him. Out of no where a single Orc ran towards him, wielding a terrifying cleaver. Eni'theer swung out his sword, swiping it through the orcs entrails. The orc rotated around the sword and landed hard on the ground. Blood dripped from the sword, as Eni'theer raised it, to finish off the orc.

[Macca]

((Dramatic begining. But why was Milk posting as Biomanic's character?))

Orin stared at the large charcoal gates, the sky was dark with rainclouds and Orin had a bitter taste in his mouth, but everyone stood in silence.
"Do you think they know we're here?" A young dwarf named Barim said.
"Keep quiet boy, if you know what's good for ye", his uncle Unk'in said.
"Don't you think someone should knock or something, we've been waiting here for ages", Barim complained,
"I said be quiet!" Unk'in tapped Orin on the shoulder. "Go and bang on the door or something". Orin grunted, and pushed his way to the front of the troop of dwarves. He paused before the massive gates, they had amazing entricate designs on the front that was clearly dwarven. Orin banged on them hard.
"Who goes there" a loud booming voice immediatly rang out.
"A troop of dwarves wish to join the Dwarven Army." Orin called.
"...... Enter" the voice boomed. And the gates creaked open.

[Shwoozar]

sad, this would have been great