The War of The Races

         In the city of Aldarion, both men and elves have been able to live together for ages in peace, despite their differences. But over the past years, some of those born into the city have left it, not willing to live with those they believe inferior or unworthy.
         Of those who fled, some found land of their own and created a small village that would only welcome their own kind. Others joined distant cities, and few even took over vast kingdoms and became their rulers, instilling all their beliefs in those who chose to live there.
         In Rathidral, some of the men from Aldarion formed a kindgom of their own. A kingdom where elves are both hated and tortured.
         In Valdea is where many elves from Aldarion fled, and there, they too rule a city, one where all men are despised.
         Although many left Aldarion, it is still the largest kingdom in existence. For years it has been peaceful there, but war has been brewing between Rathidral and Valdea. Now in anger, both cities are calling upon those in Aldarion of their race to come and help them win this war. They call for them to prove once and for all, which race shall prevail.
         The leaders of Aldarion, who are both men and elves, do not believe that one race must win. They believe in peace. But the people of the city will soon choose sides. Will they side with Rathidral? Or perhaps, Valdea? Or will some stay loyal to Aldarion and hope for peace?

         At a time when new leaders shall be stepping up in all three cities, this war must be ended before it is too late.

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Heir to Aldarion: Valändil ~ Aiken4LOTR
Heir to Valdea: Lady Methien ~ Professor Q
Heir to Rathidral: Teron Ecklord SeVer ~ teronism
Traveler/Aldarion Negotiator: Celerean Elentári Elvenstar ~ elenath
Rathidral Spy: Keandre ~ White Tiger
Aldarion Aid/Freeing Elves in Rathidral: Aarestell Vanya ~ Kat

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Heir to Aldarion:
Aiken4LOTR
Name~ Valändil
Age~ 3,927 yrs (looks about 22)
Gender~ Male
Race~ Elf
Location~ Mainly in Valdea, often visits Aldarion.
Appearance~ Valändil is tall and lean, and has light silvery-blue eyes that are incredibly charming. He also has dark brown hair, which takes on an unusually, golden look in the right light. His complexion is also unique, for it is darker than that of most elves. He has slight remains of a scar on his right cheekbone, though there are a few bigger and more noticeable scars on his back. But they have mostly been treated and healed so they would fade away.
Personality~ Valändil has mixed emotions about men. He was once sent to Rathidral by King Donovan of Aldarion. He was to speak with Rathidral’s leaders about a compromise of peace, but instead, the men there brutally tortured him. He escaped, and took refuge in Valdea, where he now lives. The elves living there have always treated him with understanding and respect, so it is where he feels most comfortable. Despite that incident, he is fairly welcoming towards others, and because of that incident, he is very determined. Right now he is also having trouble accepting his fate as Aldarion’s heir.
Weapons~ He prefers to use his bow and mithril arrows, but owns a set of twin blades, and an Elven crafted sword, which has been passed down through many generations of his family. And though his medium build would make his strength seem predictable, he is surprisingly strong and resilient. Many believe he possesses secret powers passed down by his Elven mother, Queen Saraei.
Description~ Valändil has a very noble quality about him, yet at the same time, you can tell there is a side to him that is vulnerable and confused. Though, it is very hard to see underneath his dark hair, dazzling eyes, and seemingly perfect smile.
Other~ Valändil's mother is Queen Saraei of Aldarion. Saraei is Elven and is the the wife of King Donovan, who is human. King Donovan in actuality is Valändil's biological father, but this is a fact that has been kept secret from the young heir. It is a secret that could get him killed in Valdea if found out. Valändil is the only one to have ever escaped a torturing session in Rathidral, and is both admired and despised because of this.

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Heir to Valdea:
Professor Q
Name: Lady Methien of the Anthiril Clan
Age: 4,500 yrs (looks 21-22)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven
Location: Valdea- she's the Heir
Appearance: Methien is the lily white, Elven beauty of Valdea. She is tall and lithe, with a feminine body and a willowy build. Long-limbed and curvy, with pale skin that shines almost golden in sunlight. Ebony black hair falls in waves to her waist and she leaves it loose but for two braids that tie in the middle (over her ear- think elf in LotR). Large, bright blue eyes are the exact color as the clear sky on a summer day and they always sparkle beautifully. Perfect features- clasically beautiful, with a straight nose and full lips, and perfectly porportionate features, sharp bone structure and perfect skin. She's just breathtakingly gorgeous.
Personality: For all her appearance of perfection, Methien is a fiery she-elf. She doesn't let being a female get in the way of getting things done, so she is learned in more than just history and crocheting. That doesn't mean she isn't kind, which she is, or friendly, which she definitely is. She is the one to make people laugh with her and at her, no matter what she has to do to make that happen. Definitely not your average, noble she-elf. She also has a habit of doing things just to shock people, and doesn't really like following the rules. However, if she must, she will force herself to act like a lady.
Weapons: Like I said, Methien knows about more than history and crocheting. This includes weaponry. Her mother disapproves, so her father secretly gives her fighting lessons. Currently, she can use a double-handed broadsword, a long sword, sai, a katana, etc. Basically, any blade will do. She hasn't gotten to the bow and arrow thing, but her own practice has made her a decent archer.
Description: There is a very noble look about her, especially because she always wears a form fitting, flowing dress with flowers in her hair and a serene smile on her face. Unless she's training, of course. When she does that, she borrows some pants, a white shirt, and some boots from her friend, Lleyton.
Other: She is the Heir to the Anthiril fortune from her mother, and Valdea's throne from her father. The Anthirils are the most powerful Elven family aside from the Aldarion royal family, and they are extremely rich. When Methien inherits all the money, and the throne, she will be extremely important and influential...so she's got all these guys trying to marry her. However, she's holding out for love.

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Heir to Rathidral:
teronism
Name~ Teron Ecklord Silvius Le’nemnon, is his true name. His assumed name is Teron Ecklord SeVer.
Age~ 20-ish
Gender~ Male
Race~ Human (Half Dark Elf)
Location~ His mother is queen of Rathidral, but has been on her deathbed for
the last 2 months.
Appearance~ Teron isn’t tall, but not short enough that a look from his coal black eyes wouldn’t send shivers down your spine. He isn’t muscular, but is much less scrawny than his weaker, younger brother. His whole appearance is that of one tainted by evil by being surrounded by only that. His face is slightly scarred, but is barely noticeable behind his slightly long black/brown hair. He was once lost in the wilderness and attacked by a band of rogues, and there is a long scar across his shoulder which daily reminds him of the ordeal. Teron’s ears and hair are odd. His ears are longer than most peoples, and his hair seems a bit too golden, when everyone in his family before his mother has had jet-black hair, his is somewhat tinted with golden blond.
Personality~ Teron is cold and unfeeling towards most things. As a child he witnessed horrible things, and was told to either forget them or learn to ignore it. Instead, he chose to ignore everything. He and his brother are both acknowledged scholars of Rathidral, although his brother is more of a bookworm than he. Once he was out on a walk with his horse, Alkin, and was attacked by a group of bandits. When guards of the castle found him lying next to the gate, bruised and beaten, but none for the worse, he was immediately taken into the castle. When he recovered, he swore that an elf had saved him, and this somewhat lightened his hate of elves, but only somewhat. His feelings towards elfin folk remain mostly the same: They deserve no more consideration than anyone else. Teron plans, upon becoming king, to also be the executionist of Rathidral.
Weapons~ As a scholar, Teron has delved deep into the ‘Royael Lybrarae’ and has studied forbidden texts: Texts which no one has laid eyes upon since the years of the War Of Nine Races. These texts mostly lie in Common Speech, but the most interesting are in either Dark Elven or, the harder to decipher, Balrog Speech, a dark and arcane language not uttered since the Dark Ages. Teron prides himself to be a avid speaker of Balrogian, and has deciphered many texts of dark and arcane magics, which he uses as his specialty in combat. He has used his knowledge in such arcane arts to thus embody his sword, Myzandial, and its sheath with horrible powers. He has almost no equal in battle once his sword is drawn.
Description~ Teron appears to have no weakness. His cold and unfeeling nature seems indomitable, and his gaze is that of pure terror. Few can look upon his face without seeing their worst nightmares come to life in it. He is feared in Lower Rathidral, hated by the richer people in Rathidral (also known as Upper Rathidral or Rich Mans Land), where he has constantly been putting people into their places when they tried to gain more power, and again, he is feared and loved as Prince Teron The Dark in and around the Castle grounds. His only companions are his horse and brother. All his old friends left Rathidral for the placid land of Aldarion, hoping to get away from the senseless hate of elves in Rathidral.
Other~ Teron’s history is known only to him, his mother, his brother, Helbe, and older sister who lives now in Aldarion. His mother has basically disowned his sister, and he has heard naught of her since he was a very young child. He and his sister are strange in complexion and mind, making them both somewhat alike. The one thing they share in common is they are both half elven. Their mother, when young, had secretly married an elf named Silvius Le’nemnon Jevenoa K’levnah, who she told Teron was now dead. The matter was presumed to be through, and that if Teron or his sister mentioned it to anyone, they would be cursed and would lose any respect he or she had in Rathidral. His sister cared naught of this, but promised upon their father’s grave she would say nothing. Teron said nothing, and secretly thinks that his father is still alive, protecting him in the darkness, which explains how he escaped the rogues when he was younger. All he knows of his father is that he is of the race of Dark or Fallen Elves of a far away place. He wishes mostly to go out into the world, and perhaps visit his estranged sister, but his mother forbid it. His mother is now on her deathbed and has marked Teron her heir.

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Traveler/Aldarion Negotiator:
elenath
Name: Celerean Elentári Elvenstar
Age: 682 years old.
Race: Half Elf, half human; yet her Elfishness shines through.
Location: She is visiting all of the cities; she usually stays at an inn in either Aldarion, or even Valdea.
Appearance: Has long, raven hair, bronzed skin, and dark gray-blue eyes, similar to Aragorn’s eyes. Is of medium height and has a lithe figure. Wears mostly dark blues and grays; when staying in a nice place, she wears elegant dresses of burgundy and smoke blue. Wears a wooden whistle as well as the Elvenstar necklace around her neck, a symbol of her immortality and also of unknown power. (No, she’s not some sort of conjurer of spells.)
Personality: Quiet, yet a burning thirst for adventure; shy, yet speaks her mind; is a tree-hugger; very self-sufficient; stubborn; believes in freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of contentment. A free spirit. She knows she stands out from the rest in everything.
Weapons: Her sword she inherited from Isildur’s brother; she calls it the Umbar; a bow with a quiver of silver arrows; two Ristas (silver, flat, curved, metal missiles—kind of like a boomerang); two knives, one concealed byher side, the other in her boot.
Other: Celerean is my LOTR fanfic character. Even though she is from distant lands, she has come to see about the hostility between the people and cities. She travels a lot and stays from city to city, depending on her mood. She’s trying to play peacemaker here. Has a white magnificent steed, Varda.

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Rathidral Spy:
White Tiger
Name: Keandre
Age: 3, 931
Gender: Male
Race: Cabrel/Dravyl
Location: Valdea
Appearance: Long thick white hair which falls to his mid-back that is normally put back carelessly in a ponytail. Very pale skin that almost looks white. Dark amethyst eyes that seem to stand out on his muscular face. Clean shaven. He stands at about 6 foot in height with much muscle. Handsome in a very weird sort of way. He holds a very strange quality to him that no one seems to be able to put their finger on.
Personality: On the outside, Keandre seems to be a very nice guy. He demands respect of all he works with and stikes fear into those who don't. He is a very determined person and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He is kind to those around him and sticks up for those with which injustices have been played on. He is very wise. On the inside is a hidden agenda. Keandre is blinded by his pride and lets revenge rule his life. Inside he is a little dark and morbid, but very intellegent. NO ONE knows of his plan against the elves except his superiors in Rathidral.
Weapons: Keandre has twin silver blades, bows and a long white staff- he wields all with perfection as he has been training all his life on how to fight. He is also very skilled without using any weapons.
Desciption: Keandre is very convincing. His posture seems to hold no secret to him. One can tell by the way he holds himself that he is a man of honor and no one has been able to prove that wrong. Just by him walking in the room he holds the air of one with great military skills. He usually wears tunics that are off white, but occasionally black ones marked with black cloaks.
Other: Keandre's family was killed when he was no older then five. Because of this he knows very little of his heritage. He does know that his mother was a Cabrel and his father a Dravyl (a very odd pairing indeed). After this he began fending for himself- that is until a man and woman found him half dead. They took him in and began raising him as their son- as a human son. They explained to him about how the elves raided his village and killed his parents. This began fueling a rage within Keandre for all elves. His mother began to teach him the way of elven life. She prepared him as best she could to take on an elven appearance so that he could break into the elven world and become a spy to destroy them.
*After this, Keandre left for Aldarion nearly ten years later, being only in his mid-teens. It was then that he met Valandil, forming somewhat of a friendship with the elf- unknown to Valandil what Keandre's real motives were. Nearly two thousand years later, Keandre moved to Valdea to get himself ready for what he had been training for all his life- revenge. (In Valandil's mind, Keandre is still his best friend- he has no clue what Keandre is up to, neither does anyone else except Teron)
Race Explanation-
Cabrel: A race of people (which nearly look like a mix of elves and humans) known to fight with honor and skill. They're very kind and brave. Both men and women are generally known for their long white hair and light eyes (normally light blue or grey), but variations have been known to occur. They are a peaceful race unless provoked. None pointed ears. They are warriors till the end.
Dravyl: Usually known for having dark hair, dark eyes and pointed ears with a pale complexion. Generally, women have very long hair and the males keep it shoulder length or shorter. They are more focused civilization wise, but turn out to be the fiercest warriors if needed. They are generally cynical or realistic in nature. Very intune with animals and creation.

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Aldarion Aid/Freeing Elves in Rathidral:
lanthiriel06
Name~ Aarestell Vanya
Age~ 1,721. Appears to be 18-22.
Gender~ Female
Race~ Immortal. Exact race is unknown.
Location~ Rathidral
Appearance~ Aarestell stands at 5'7" tall. Her build is lithe and feminine. She is very fit, but not overly muscular, and is very strong for her small frame. Her hair is a dark blonde, falling to her lower back in waves. Her eyes are dark emerald-green, holding a bold intensity. They are slightly almond-shaped and lined with long, dark lashes. Her complexion is very light naturally, only slightly tanned by the sun. Her features are soft and attractive, with full lips and a sweet smile. Thinly drawn dragons are tattooed around her right ankle and her left wrist. A small scar runs along her left cheekbone.
Personality~ Aarestell has a somewhat dark, challenging personality. She is quiet and untrusting, though generally a merciful person. She will rarely warm up to anyone. She is very honest, independent and seemingly fearless. She is an honorable woman, who is extremely intelligent and able to read people amazingly well. She is a very strong person with a quick temper. She tends to be cynical and a bit harsh, simply because she has seen so much. It is not wise to underestimate her.
Weapons~ She carries an assortment of blades and has mastered every one of them. She carries two thin, light, and amazingly strong swords. They are kept in scabbards strapped to her back. They are very intricately designed with vines and runes etched into the hilts and blades. Random daggers are hidden along her belt line. Two are concealed in each boot. All are easily accessible and often used. They are very well made and kept razor sharp. She also carries a long bow and quiver. Using these only when her enemy is too far away to be able to accurately throw a dagger. Her attacks are based on speed and agility, as opposed to strength only. With blades she is unmatched. She is an expert.
Description~ Aarestell is able to take on a character and master it to the point of perfection. She can read and understand people amazingly well. She wears very dark colors, blood red and black are not uncommon. She wears whatever she is able to move freely in. This generally means long pants and a long sleeve shirt.
Other~ Aarestell was hired by King Donovan (of Aldarion) to lead and train a small group of men. They trained in Aldarion for a year and have recently been placed in Rathidral to free as many elves from being tortured as possible.

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