Aglarion
TITLE:
Glirion (Poet) a Parthor (Composer) a Linnor (Singer) o Imladris
DESCRIPTION:
No sign of age rests on this Elf's face, a pale noble face with high cheekbones, a slim nose and a strong chin. Like bright diamonds, two deep grey eyes are set in this fair face, telling of many years that they have seen, and of sadness and yearning as much as of joy and mirth. He is slender, though only of average height, but still an impressive figure, as he moves with elvish gracefulness. His fingers are long and thin, perfect for subtle tasks like forging jewellery or playing a harp.
He wears a white shirt, four small golden flowers skillfully embroidered on the chest, intertwined in a complicated design which confuses the eye. The shirt is tucked into simple grey cotton pants, and on his feet he wears light brown leather boots. Over his other cloathes he wears a long blue cloak which is embroidered with thin lines of silver at the edges and which is held at his shoulder by a small golden clasp, shaped as a flower of the same design as the flowers on his shirt.
PERSONA:
Aglarion, a poet and minstrel, might be one of the more obscure figures in the valley of Imladris as he is known for wandering towards the mountains from the valley often on long summer days, keeping to himself. Often he is seen then by the guards who patrol this area, walking by as if in a trance, reciting poems or singing songs to himself, often only one line from a poem which he changes again and again, replacing words and changing the rythm. Even at night he often wanders closer around the house or through the garden, working on new poems. Then at other times he stays in the Hall of Fire or the Hall of Song for days and days without any rest, reciting and performing the poems and songs that he has created.
HISTORY:
Aglarion was born in the year 68 of the Third Age, his parents being poets and minstrels, both members of the House Los'Loriel, as they were descended from Sindar who fled from Gondolin, being rescued by their Lord Glorfindel. He was fairly shy, so he mostly kept away from other young Elves when he was young, while his parents taught him how to write songs and poems and often his father would talk to him in rhymes, trying to give him a feeling for music. He was often taken out into the forest close to Elrond's house by his parents where he was taught to listen to the sounds of nature, to hear the music of the wind in the trees and the pattern in the songs of the birds to use it for his own songs.
But as much as his skills with words and melodies grew greater, he never learned to use a weapon, and in fact never wanted to learn it. He also kept to himself most of the time at first, enjoying his own creations, but not sharing them with others, being fairly self conscious. Around the year 2000 though, his parents went across the Sea, knowing that he would have to open himself up to others then, and he slowly began to find friends, first in the House Los'Loriel, among his parents' friends, then among the other Elves as well, and he also began to perform his songs and poems, growing more and more confident, at times perhaps even too confident, and often also a bit too talkative. But to this day, he sometimes still wanders towards the mountains during the days, letting the sounds of nature inspire him.
(type 'th u(*a/h2)' for a poetic history)
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Aglarion (#17511)
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REAL NAME: Marc SEX: Male
POSITION: Emeritus Feature
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OOCDESC: Ok... imagine an older guy, in his early fifties, with short greyish-black hair. He has a moustache and a somewhat crooked nose. He has the build of a marathon runner, even though his feet are rather large. A picture of his pickup truck is tattoed on his right arm, and he usually wears dark sunglasses to hide the fact that he only has one eye. You can imagine that? Great... because I don't look like that at all.
PERSONAL: I'm currently moving all across the world... in the last three years I've been living in three different countries. And no, I am not on the run from Interpol.
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