OOC Information;
Name; BG
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IC Information;
Character Name; Elrond Half-Elven
Canon; Middle-Earth Verse, Character Wiki page
Canon Point; End of 'The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey'
Age; 6,440; appears to be in his 40s
House; Odin
Power; Ice
Personality; Elrond and those of Imladris (Rivendell, in the tongue of Men) are generally welcoming to all who visit their valley, giving proper hospitality unless grievously insulted. However, as one of the last protectors of Middle-Earth, Elrond keeps a close eye on all that happens with the aid of his Foresight. If he can assist in keeping peace, he will. If he can give advice, he will, as he is considered one of the wisest of the elves (other than the lady Galadriel herself, naturally). He is exceptionally giving and caring, though only as far as keeping his kin and those he looks after safe.
Elrond has a sense of humor, as well, rather enjoying playing innocent/harmless tricks on some guests where he might not so much with others. One example is with some dwarven guests, he had nothing but greens served as a meal for the meat-loving troop despite elves eating meat as well as plants (superb hunters). He invited the dwarves to eat by speaking in a tongue he knew they would not know, knowing full well they would believe him cursing them or giving insult (something he would not actually do without good reason).
This playful aspect of Elrond extends to earnest goodwill to the point where he does not take insult easily - especially when he is well aware of insult being unintentional. An example of this is when the dwarf Thorin Oakenshield (and his party to a degree) give purposeful insult. He lets that slide as there is plenty of friction between their kinds, and he has no desire to add to it. In addition to aiding Thorin by reading the map needed, he gave the dwarven party ponies and supplies (at least in the book.)
He is very much a father figure, extending beyond his own three children. This is due largely to his age, as he is older than most people he deals with on a regular basis. He loves his family and his people dearly. His wife, Celebrian's departure due to being unable to endure after unspeakable torture struck a sharp blow, but Elrond remained behind to hold his place in Middle-Earth as one of the few remaining protectors against the Darkness. Always left behind, until the very end, but it never affected how he acted towards those around him. Always holding the poise and kind bearing one of his position should have.
Elrond is exceptionally courageous, strong, and resilient. He fought in the Last Alliance and survived despite all odds. Unfortunately due to the events after that battle, Elrond is wary of just how strong that mortal race of Men became, and became reluctant to help as it may harm his kin when their strength was already waning. He knew well how the Age of the Elves was ending, giving rise to the Age of Men. There was little he felt he could do that he had not already done. Elrond is exceptionally strong, both as a warrior, a leader, and a Healer. This is due largely to his long life of experiences, full of both hardship and joy (family and kin passing to the West). Despite everything he has lived through, he does not allow the tragedies to define him - instead, they strengthened him and allow him to keep going through everything life throws at him.
Once he left his warrior days behind to focus on healing, he became an even more accomplished Healer. Adding to this respect for fixing injuries of the body, his regard for the arts is clear to all. Musically, he generally plays the harp, though it stands to reason he is accomplished with other instruments. Song and music was often to be heard around Imladris, especially while entertaining guests. Hospitality of the elves was well known across Middle-Earth. As for the physical arts, Imladris was full of paintings and sculptures, depicting the history of Middle-Earth so events and sacrifices of all would never be forgotten or dismissed as a lie or myth.
Despite his age, Elrond moves like a young man in the prime of life. He is always moving, though generally subtle movements when he's in a meeting, and only utterly still when deep in thought or concentrating on something. He shows respect to his elders (what few there are) also by subtle gestures, even if he might have a slight smirk to show he is amused by something he expects to happen.
Samples;
Network Sample;
[His voice is slow, tone curious as he rolls the device over in his hands, studying it carefully and closely with a thoughtful little frown.]
This is a most curious device. Magic is clearly at work, the surface goes from clear to opaque. And I'm sure people can hear and possibly see me.
Most interesting.
[The fiddling stops and his image rights itself. His frown smoothed out to a benevolent smile.]
With that in mind, I bid you all well wishes. For those who do not know me, I am Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I trust I will make your acquaintance in due time. Should any of you know me, as I hope some do, I would implore you for an audience at your convenience.
Log Sample;
It felt so small within these walls. Uncomfortably so. But looking at Elrond, one wouldn't guess. He simply walked along quietly, perfectly calm and seemingly at ease, dark eyes busily taking in everything. He'd not Forseen this, and that made him...a bit twitchy.
The lord of Imladris kept his stride measured and hands folded at his back, robes quietly moving around him to offer a faint hint of comfort. It was sorely tempting to simply find one of those fascinating view windows and study the new star patterns and try to understand more than just what he'd been told.
He hadn't expected to be given a sword of his choosing, but it was something of a relief to be armed. The familiar blade was sheathed at his side, but his hand did not stray to the hilt without reason. He did not want to have to fall back to his warrior past, far preferring the Healer's path. But he would, if he had to. And it felt like he might have no other choice at times.
But he did not let himself dwell on that too long, his attention was caught by a viewport his path had taken him by. The elf stepped out of the way of the foot traffic, stopping beside the glass to look out.
Name; BG
Personal Journal;
ducksndragonsContact; Plurk - bgoldfish AIM - barnaclegoldfish
Other Characters; N/A
IC Information;
Character Name; Elrond Half-Elven
Canon; Middle-Earth Verse, Character Wiki page
Canon Point; End of 'The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey'
Age; 6,440; appears to be in his 40s
House; Odin
Power; Ice
Personality; Elrond and those of Imladris (Rivendell, in the tongue of Men) are generally welcoming to all who visit their valley, giving proper hospitality unless grievously insulted. However, as one of the last protectors of Middle-Earth, Elrond keeps a close eye on all that happens with the aid of his Foresight. If he can assist in keeping peace, he will. If he can give advice, he will, as he is considered one of the wisest of the elves (other than the lady Galadriel herself, naturally). He is exceptionally giving and caring, though only as far as keeping his kin and those he looks after safe.
Elrond has a sense of humor, as well, rather enjoying playing innocent/harmless tricks on some guests where he might not so much with others. One example is with some dwarven guests, he had nothing but greens served as a meal for the meat-loving troop despite elves eating meat as well as plants (superb hunters). He invited the dwarves to eat by speaking in a tongue he knew they would not know, knowing full well they would believe him cursing them or giving insult (something he would not actually do without good reason).
This playful aspect of Elrond extends to earnest goodwill to the point where he does not take insult easily - especially when he is well aware of insult being unintentional. An example of this is when the dwarf Thorin Oakenshield (and his party to a degree) give purposeful insult. He lets that slide as there is plenty of friction between their kinds, and he has no desire to add to it. In addition to aiding Thorin by reading the map needed, he gave the dwarven party ponies and supplies (at least in the book.)
He is very much a father figure, extending beyond his own three children. This is due largely to his age, as he is older than most people he deals with on a regular basis. He loves his family and his people dearly. His wife, Celebrian's departure due to being unable to endure after unspeakable torture struck a sharp blow, but Elrond remained behind to hold his place in Middle-Earth as one of the few remaining protectors against the Darkness. Always left behind, until the very end, but it never affected how he acted towards those around him. Always holding the poise and kind bearing one of his position should have.
Elrond is exceptionally courageous, strong, and resilient. He fought in the Last Alliance and survived despite all odds. Unfortunately due to the events after that battle, Elrond is wary of just how strong that mortal race of Men became, and became reluctant to help as it may harm his kin when their strength was already waning. He knew well how the Age of the Elves was ending, giving rise to the Age of Men. There was little he felt he could do that he had not already done. Elrond is exceptionally strong, both as a warrior, a leader, and a Healer. This is due largely to his long life of experiences, full of both hardship and joy (family and kin passing to the West). Despite everything he has lived through, he does not allow the tragedies to define him - instead, they strengthened him and allow him to keep going through everything life throws at him.
Once he left his warrior days behind to focus on healing, he became an even more accomplished Healer. Adding to this respect for fixing injuries of the body, his regard for the arts is clear to all. Musically, he generally plays the harp, though it stands to reason he is accomplished with other instruments. Song and music was often to be heard around Imladris, especially while entertaining guests. Hospitality of the elves was well known across Middle-Earth. As for the physical arts, Imladris was full of paintings and sculptures, depicting the history of Middle-Earth so events and sacrifices of all would never be forgotten or dismissed as a lie or myth.
Despite his age, Elrond moves like a young man in the prime of life. He is always moving, though generally subtle movements when he's in a meeting, and only utterly still when deep in thought or concentrating on something. He shows respect to his elders (what few there are) also by subtle gestures, even if he might have a slight smirk to show he is amused by something he expects to happen.
Samples;
Network Sample;
[His voice is slow, tone curious as he rolls the device over in his hands, studying it carefully and closely with a thoughtful little frown.]
This is a most curious device. Magic is clearly at work, the surface goes from clear to opaque. And I'm sure people can hear and possibly see me.
Most interesting.
[The fiddling stops and his image rights itself. His frown smoothed out to a benevolent smile.]
With that in mind, I bid you all well wishes. For those who do not know me, I am Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I trust I will make your acquaintance in due time. Should any of you know me, as I hope some do, I would implore you for an audience at your convenience.
Log Sample;
It felt so small within these walls. Uncomfortably so. But looking at Elrond, one wouldn't guess. He simply walked along quietly, perfectly calm and seemingly at ease, dark eyes busily taking in everything. He'd not Forseen this, and that made him...a bit twitchy.
The lord of Imladris kept his stride measured and hands folded at his back, robes quietly moving around him to offer a faint hint of comfort. It was sorely tempting to simply find one of those fascinating view windows and study the new star patterns and try to understand more than just what he'd been told.
He hadn't expected to be given a sword of his choosing, but it was something of a relief to be armed. The familiar blade was sheathed at his side, but his hand did not stray to the hilt without reason. He did not want to have to fall back to his warrior past, far preferring the Healer's path. But he would, if he had to. And it felt like he might have no other choice at times.
But he did not let himself dwell on that too long, his attention was caught by a viewport his path had taken him by. The elf stepped out of the way of the foot traffic, stopping beside the glass to look out.
