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pushingthreeseven) wrote2013-03-21 09:13 pm
pushingthreeseven) wrote2013-03-21 09:13 pm
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ABOUT YOU
Name: Gail
Are you 18 or over?: Yes
Other characters played: Zoe Washburne/Firefly
CHARACTER
Name: Peregrine Took (Pippin)
Canon: Lord of the Rings (movie-verse); Middle Earth (World 0169)
Age: 32
History: Wikipedia page
Lord of the Rings wiki page
Point in canon: After the war against Sauron and the hobbits return to the Shire, but before Frodo leaves with the elves
Window Location: Behind his house in the Shire, just beyond his garden
Universe:
Middle Earth is a place with many races, a long and fraught history, and lingering magic from the time of the elves and walking ents and wizards. It may resemble Europe of the middle ages, aside from its orcs and goblins, dwarves and dunedain. Animals sometimes talk and spirits guard ancient tombs, and rings have the most powerful magic of all.
The races of Middle Earth include mainly: men, dwarves, elves, goblins and orcs, wargs and werewolves, treants, wizards, dunedain, great eagles, and of course, hobbits. There may be others, but they rarely figured into the world’s major events. They certainly didn’t in the events Pippin lived through. Some of those races are dwindling, as the last of the elves and wizards went across the sea into the West, and the orcs and goblins were roundly defeated with the fall of Sauron. The fourth age is known to be the age of Men.
The hobbits aren’t going anywhere, though, despite the name of the age, particularly not after making themselves famous in the War of the Ring. Hobbits, or halflings, are small and often round, ranging from two to four feet in height and being very fond of food, drink, ale, and smokeleaf. They are almost as fond of the earth that all of those things eventually come from, being a race mostly of farmers and merchants, with the rare explorer or tale-teller cropping up. They value their lineages highly, and while they do not have great magic, they do have the magic of being small, light on their feet, and easily unseen when they don’t want to be. They live predominantly in the Shire, a land of rolling hills and farms, and their preference is for hobbit holes, though they build up when they can’t dig down, as well.
The world has recently undergone a fairly all-encompassing war, destroying the evil of Sauron and the One Ring at last after epochs where the evil would not die. Many men, elves, and even dwarves died-- not to mention all the orcs and trolls and things. The hobbits, to the surprise of many, were instrumental in the victory, in the end, though Pippin himself was mostly just along for the ride at that point.
Abilities:
Eating, drinking, cooking, gardening, smoking... what else are hobbits good for, really? He has a penchant for pranks and stories and, through an adventure he’s happy to tell anyone about at any time, some skill at arms with a (very) short sword. When throwing things (mostly rocks) he has quite good aim, but doesn’t do much damage, and he’s pretty good at not being seen when he wants to hide. He has a lovely singing voice, and can even ride a horse, with some help from a man or a wizard!
Possessions:
=His clothes (short trousers, tunic, suspenders, waistcoat, coat, hat, and elven cloak)
=One (very) short sword
=One dagger
=A pipe with a small packet of smokeleaf
Personality:
Peregrine is every bit a Took: he has that adventurous streak that some rare hobbits in his family have, an inability to keep his nose to himself and out of trouble, and a lot of cheer and mischief to boot. He is endlessly curious and while he is not exactly stupid-- give him a riddle or a problem to solve that requires a clever solution, and he’s a good hobbit to have around-- he is very spontaneous and sadly not at all practiced at thinking things through and reasoning out their consequences. This gets him into a lot of trouble, in fact. It’s what sent him off with Frodo on the quest to destroy the Ring, it’s what got him taken away by orcs when the Fellowship broke apart, it’s what got him ennobled in Gondor when he met the Steward... it’s responsible for a lot of his follies, really.
At the same time, while he can be a bit silly in his actions and comments, he is also rather noble of intent. His determination to follow Frodo and help in his quest was out of loyalty and love; when he was kidnapped by orcs he was trying to protect his friends by catching the attention of their enemies; and when he got stuck under the Warder’s thumb, it was out of an excess of guilt, grief, and high-minded intent. He’s the kind of hobbit who, when hearing a friend coughing from too much smoke, quietly brings him a cup of water.
In some ways, Pippin lacks confidence in himself, though he’s come a long way from the self-deprecating youth who originally left the Shire with Frodo and the others. His adventure with the others in the lands of Middle Earth did force him to mature a little, but he still tends to think he’s not worth much. He’s always been something of a follower who depends on others for direction and help, always following Meriadoc, his best friend, or Frodo, or Gandalf, or anyone else who might have a better idea of what to do than he does. At first it was mostly habit and inexperience, later a lack of confidence and a sense of being overwhelmed by the events that transpired. He’s perfectly capable of making important decisions on his own, but it almost always occurs when no one else can see him, there’s no one else to make the choice, or the decision is to find someone else to take action for him. This tendency also makes a handy excuse for when things go wrong: it wasn’t his fault!
He’s emotional and doesn’t bother to hide it, in part due to nature, in part due to youth, and in part due to his culture, which is more affectionate and open. There’s nothing wrong with being moved to tears or hugging on your friends, to a hobbit, especially a hobbit like Pippin. He is also brave when he doesn’t have time to think about it, usually also out of excess of emotion: luring orcs to chase him, attacking a mountain troll when he fear it killed Frodo, pestering his orc captors when he feared Merry was hurt, and rescuing Faramir from the middle of a burning pyre. He’s even killed an orc or two in his time... though he’d really rather not think about that.
Thread Sample:
Test drive meme!
Prose Sample:
The Green Dragon was a cheerful spot of light amidst the smaller lights of Hobbiton. Pippin scampered inside, not on Merry’s heels for once but leading the way. Mostly because he was hankering for some of the good brew inside, and more full of energy than usual, but still. He bounced up to the bar, grinned a cheeky grin at the barmaid-- not Rosie, of course, or Samwise would likely hit him-- to ask, “A bit of the dark ale for me and my friend, then?”
A moment later and with a wink and gracious thanks to said barmaid, he skipped back to the table Merry had chosen with the drinks in one hand and a basket of fried fish and chips in the other, just to munch on. He plopped himself down and set one mug in front of his friend and the other in front of himself. “One for you and one for me! Ah, I miss pints. Why doesn’t it come in pints here?”
“You don’t need any pints,” Merry told him, mock-sternly. “You drink enough as it is.”
Pippin replied by sticking out his tongue at his friend, and popping a chip in his mouth. They did wind up having several rounds, and true to Merry’s word, they both wound up drinking more than they probably ought, but since when did a hobbit care about that? After a rousing couple of songs and an attempt to regale the tavern with their exploits during the war, Rosie herself finally shooed them out to cool off.
“She’s really getting boring, now that Sam’s taking her out,” Merry complained, arm around Pippin’s shoulder, and Pippin only made a noise of cheerful agreement, staring up at the stars. They looked far away, with all the light around to make them seem dim. Merry followed his gaze, and sighed. “It’s good to be home, eh, Pip?”
“That 'tis,” Pippin agreed, looking wistful. He loved the Shire. It was nice and quiet and peaceful here. After a year or two of it, in fact, it was almost too peaceful. “Wouldn’t mind another adventure, though.”
“What? Don’t talk crazy. I’ve had my fill of adventures,” Merry snorted, and started them weaving back towards home.
Pippin didn’t bother to contradict him, he just said, “Well. Maybe one with a little less death and destruction next time.” Merry just laughed at him.
Plans:
Pippin would make a good spy or thief, though not any kind of infiltrator or anything that would require a lot of lying. He’s really best for making trouble on accident :)
Notes:
NA
DÆMON
Name: Jaeding
Sex: Female
Form: Tammar wallaby
Additional notes:
Jaeding is large for a female tammar wallaby, at almost 15 lbs, but that’s large for a tammar wallaby, who are quite small in general. She is a dark, smoky gray on her back with wide rusty-gold patches along her sides, a creamy underbelly, and big, liquid, light brown eyes. Her ears are slightly larger than average, and tend to twitch in a rabbity fashion, plus she has a potentially cute habit of tucking her paws into her pouch, as if it was the pocket of a coat or apron.
Why this form:
Wallabies are social and gregarious, living in stable groups who frequently interact with each other rather than just keeping together for safety, and are fairly affectionate among their group-- when raised by humans, they are even cuddly! That’s Pippin to a T, right there. They are chatty creatures, not loud, but definitely talkative amongst themselves, which also recalls his loquacious nature.
A wallaby is also a grazing herbivore, not a predator in any fashion, rather like Pippin’s poor record as a warrior. They are energetic and bouncy-- the latter quite literally! A wallaby moves either very fast, through an energy-efficient hopping, or very slow, in a quadrupedal crawl used mostly for browsing. That suits Pippin’s style, as well, with his adventurous energy complimenting his slower culture. The tammar wallaby is also a more reactionary than robust strain of the breed, and a more nervous one-- rather like Pippin, it is also more of a follower than a leader.
Room: A02
Name: Gail
Are you 18 or over?: Yes
Other characters played: Zoe Washburne/Firefly
CHARACTER
Name: Peregrine Took (Pippin)
Canon: Lord of the Rings (movie-verse); Middle Earth (World 0169)
Age: 32
History: Wikipedia page
Lord of the Rings wiki page
Point in canon: After the war against Sauron and the hobbits return to the Shire, but before Frodo leaves with the elves
Window Location: Behind his house in the Shire, just beyond his garden
Universe:
Middle Earth is a place with many races, a long and fraught history, and lingering magic from the time of the elves and walking ents and wizards. It may resemble Europe of the middle ages, aside from its orcs and goblins, dwarves and dunedain. Animals sometimes talk and spirits guard ancient tombs, and rings have the most powerful magic of all.
The races of Middle Earth include mainly: men, dwarves, elves, goblins and orcs, wargs and werewolves, treants, wizards, dunedain, great eagles, and of course, hobbits. There may be others, but they rarely figured into the world’s major events. They certainly didn’t in the events Pippin lived through. Some of those races are dwindling, as the last of the elves and wizards went across the sea into the West, and the orcs and goblins were roundly defeated with the fall of Sauron. The fourth age is known to be the age of Men.
The hobbits aren’t going anywhere, though, despite the name of the age, particularly not after making themselves famous in the War of the Ring. Hobbits, or halflings, are small and often round, ranging from two to four feet in height and being very fond of food, drink, ale, and smokeleaf. They are almost as fond of the earth that all of those things eventually come from, being a race mostly of farmers and merchants, with the rare explorer or tale-teller cropping up. They value their lineages highly, and while they do not have great magic, they do have the magic of being small, light on their feet, and easily unseen when they don’t want to be. They live predominantly in the Shire, a land of rolling hills and farms, and their preference is for hobbit holes, though they build up when they can’t dig down, as well.
The world has recently undergone a fairly all-encompassing war, destroying the evil of Sauron and the One Ring at last after epochs where the evil would not die. Many men, elves, and even dwarves died-- not to mention all the orcs and trolls and things. The hobbits, to the surprise of many, were instrumental in the victory, in the end, though Pippin himself was mostly just along for the ride at that point.
Abilities:
Eating, drinking, cooking, gardening, smoking... what else are hobbits good for, really? He has a penchant for pranks and stories and, through an adventure he’s happy to tell anyone about at any time, some skill at arms with a (very) short sword. When throwing things (mostly rocks) he has quite good aim, but doesn’t do much damage, and he’s pretty good at not being seen when he wants to hide. He has a lovely singing voice, and can even ride a horse, with some help from a man or a wizard!
Possessions:
=His clothes (short trousers, tunic, suspenders, waistcoat, coat, hat, and elven cloak)
=One (very) short sword
=One dagger
=A pipe with a small packet of smokeleaf
Personality:
Peregrine is every bit a Took: he has that adventurous streak that some rare hobbits in his family have, an inability to keep his nose to himself and out of trouble, and a lot of cheer and mischief to boot. He is endlessly curious and while he is not exactly stupid-- give him a riddle or a problem to solve that requires a clever solution, and he’s a good hobbit to have around-- he is very spontaneous and sadly not at all practiced at thinking things through and reasoning out their consequences. This gets him into a lot of trouble, in fact. It’s what sent him off with Frodo on the quest to destroy the Ring, it’s what got him taken away by orcs when the Fellowship broke apart, it’s what got him ennobled in Gondor when he met the Steward... it’s responsible for a lot of his follies, really.
At the same time, while he can be a bit silly in his actions and comments, he is also rather noble of intent. His determination to follow Frodo and help in his quest was out of loyalty and love; when he was kidnapped by orcs he was trying to protect his friends by catching the attention of their enemies; and when he got stuck under the Warder’s thumb, it was out of an excess of guilt, grief, and high-minded intent. He’s the kind of hobbit who, when hearing a friend coughing from too much smoke, quietly brings him a cup of water.
In some ways, Pippin lacks confidence in himself, though he’s come a long way from the self-deprecating youth who originally left the Shire with Frodo and the others. His adventure with the others in the lands of Middle Earth did force him to mature a little, but he still tends to think he’s not worth much. He’s always been something of a follower who depends on others for direction and help, always following Meriadoc, his best friend, or Frodo, or Gandalf, or anyone else who might have a better idea of what to do than he does. At first it was mostly habit and inexperience, later a lack of confidence and a sense of being overwhelmed by the events that transpired. He’s perfectly capable of making important decisions on his own, but it almost always occurs when no one else can see him, there’s no one else to make the choice, or the decision is to find someone else to take action for him. This tendency also makes a handy excuse for when things go wrong: it wasn’t his fault!
He’s emotional and doesn’t bother to hide it, in part due to nature, in part due to youth, and in part due to his culture, which is more affectionate and open. There’s nothing wrong with being moved to tears or hugging on your friends, to a hobbit, especially a hobbit like Pippin. He is also brave when he doesn’t have time to think about it, usually also out of excess of emotion: luring orcs to chase him, attacking a mountain troll when he fear it killed Frodo, pestering his orc captors when he feared Merry was hurt, and rescuing Faramir from the middle of a burning pyre. He’s even killed an orc or two in his time... though he’d really rather not think about that.
Thread Sample:
Test drive meme!
Prose Sample:
The Green Dragon was a cheerful spot of light amidst the smaller lights of Hobbiton. Pippin scampered inside, not on Merry’s heels for once but leading the way. Mostly because he was hankering for some of the good brew inside, and more full of energy than usual, but still. He bounced up to the bar, grinned a cheeky grin at the barmaid-- not Rosie, of course, or Samwise would likely hit him-- to ask, “A bit of the dark ale for me and my friend, then?”
A moment later and with a wink and gracious thanks to said barmaid, he skipped back to the table Merry had chosen with the drinks in one hand and a basket of fried fish and chips in the other, just to munch on. He plopped himself down and set one mug in front of his friend and the other in front of himself. “One for you and one for me! Ah, I miss pints. Why doesn’t it come in pints here?”
“You don’t need any pints,” Merry told him, mock-sternly. “You drink enough as it is.”
Pippin replied by sticking out his tongue at his friend, and popping a chip in his mouth. They did wind up having several rounds, and true to Merry’s word, they both wound up drinking more than they probably ought, but since when did a hobbit care about that? After a rousing couple of songs and an attempt to regale the tavern with their exploits during the war, Rosie herself finally shooed them out to cool off.
“She’s really getting boring, now that Sam’s taking her out,” Merry complained, arm around Pippin’s shoulder, and Pippin only made a noise of cheerful agreement, staring up at the stars. They looked far away, with all the light around to make them seem dim. Merry followed his gaze, and sighed. “It’s good to be home, eh, Pip?”
“That 'tis,” Pippin agreed, looking wistful. He loved the Shire. It was nice and quiet and peaceful here. After a year or two of it, in fact, it was almost too peaceful. “Wouldn’t mind another adventure, though.”
“What? Don’t talk crazy. I’ve had my fill of adventures,” Merry snorted, and started them weaving back towards home.
Pippin didn’t bother to contradict him, he just said, “Well. Maybe one with a little less death and destruction next time.” Merry just laughed at him.
Plans:
Pippin would make a good spy or thief, though not any kind of infiltrator or anything that would require a lot of lying. He’s really best for making trouble on accident :)
Notes:
NA
DÆMON
Name: Jaeding
Sex: Female
Form: Tammar wallaby
Additional notes:
Jaeding is large for a female tammar wallaby, at almost 15 lbs, but that’s large for a tammar wallaby, who are quite small in general. She is a dark, smoky gray on her back with wide rusty-gold patches along her sides, a creamy underbelly, and big, liquid, light brown eyes. Her ears are slightly larger than average, and tend to twitch in a rabbity fashion, plus she has a potentially cute habit of tucking her paws into her pouch, as if it was the pocket of a coat or apron.
Why this form:
Wallabies are social and gregarious, living in stable groups who frequently interact with each other rather than just keeping together for safety, and are fairly affectionate among their group-- when raised by humans, they are even cuddly! That’s Pippin to a T, right there. They are chatty creatures, not loud, but definitely talkative amongst themselves, which also recalls his loquacious nature.
A wallaby is also a grazing herbivore, not a predator in any fashion, rather like Pippin’s poor record as a warrior. They are energetic and bouncy-- the latter quite literally! A wallaby moves either very fast, through an energy-efficient hopping, or very slow, in a quadrupedal crawl used mostly for browsing. That suits Pippin’s style, as well, with his adventurous energy complimenting his slower culture. The tammar wallaby is also a more reactionary than robust strain of the breed, and a more nervous one-- rather like Pippin, it is also more of a follower than a leader.
Room: A02