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Title: CHAR FOR RENT - Calenhiril Dînigaer
Description: Elf brat for adoption!


Wyndelleu Farothomir - November 22, 2005 04:10 AM (GMT)
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(If accepted, I would like to offer this character up, not to be played by me, but by anyone who would like to play an elf child. This character was a joint creation by myself and a friend of mine that I hope to recruit to this site, though she has the same time constraints that I do. Anyway, this character obviously has familial ties to a couple of my characters, though should someone wish to change this, I would not be offended. Obviously I just like creating characters! Well, here goes.)

Name: Calenhiril Dînigaer

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:

Being perhaps the youngest of all the Eldar remaining in the mortal lands, there is very little to compare with the youthful, undeniably child-like appearance of Calenhiril Dînigaer. Having seen only sixteen winters, and unburdened by regret or concern, Calenhiril’s fair countenance remains unmarred and bright. Her complexion is as soft, smooth and unblemished as it was the day she was born. A gentile face, her emerald green eyes and dark lashes are framed by fine, copper-red hair that falls in delicate straight tresses towards her waist. Calenhiril is slender, slightly, and beauteous, with graceful hands and a smile promising hope, but far to her own disappointment, of a considerably smaller height than the other Eldalie of Imladris.

Weaknesses:

Despite her individual strengths, so too does Calenhiril have her share of faults. As promising as her youth may be, it similarly presents elements of her own inexperience and impetuouness. Her curiosity, though considered to be a fine point of her childhood, also has a tendency to lead her into trouble with not only her parents, but also with those around her whom her impatient actions affect. Her inability to focus upon one thing for very long and her imperfection in becoming easily distracted and wrongly influenced, equally results in necessary disciplinary actions from her elders as she strays from uncompleted tasks, and engages in activites of play and games rather than learning.


Strengths:

Though having lived few years, Calenhiril sees not and knows little of the threat of shadow that represses her race and the people of Middle Earth, but only the light and beauty granted to her and the opportunities the gift of life presents. With a spirit of undaunted optimism, and a sharp mind, Calenhiril’s bright intelligence, combined with her intrigue and inquistiveness, finds her consistently asking questions, far unlike her mildly laconic parents, who speak with the wisdom of millennia tempering hasty words. Having a natural affinity towards animals, and an unwavering love of stories and songs, both of which have surrounded Calenhiril’s upbringing within Rivendell and captured her unlimited delight, this young elf’s true strength lies with the love of her home, her parents, and the others who live amongst the hidden vale.

Personality:

A bold and outgoing personality, her boundless energy and excitement is reflected within her voice and joyous laughter. Calenhiril, though of a boisterous and curious nature, is appropriately adorned in fine clothes of flowing sunrise red and gold silk, if only to appease her parents desire to see her raised elegantly as a true elf of the Noldor should be raised. Her quests of mischief, however, regularly secured the lasting perfection of the refined and exquisite garments given to her.

History:

So rare and beautious was the miracle of Calenhiril Dînigaer’s birth into the diminishing mortal lands, that her arrival brought forth Eldalie from all the sundered elf lands to the haven of Imladris to welcome this bright star in the twilight. Upon the first sunrise of Winter’s February of the year T.A. 3002, the first and only daughter of Ilúviel Elvea of Mithlond, and Nimuwen Harthoniel of Lorien, gazed for the first time at the fair vale of Imladris. Introduced amidst an age of stirring turmoil, affairs of the world outside of Rivendell meant little to the young elf child for whom life held only promises of games and beauty.

Calenhiril felt a closeness unsurpassed to her mother, Nimuwen Harthoniel, one of the Galadhrim and a kinswoman of Nimrodel of Lorien. Half-Noldor and half-Silvan, Nimuwen had gifted her daughter with her own unquenchable desire for the embracement of life. Often as a truly small child would she have to be eased into sleep by the soft, whispered singing of her Naneth, tenderly telling tales of distant lands, and coaxing her into safe dreams. Calenhiril knew very little of the dangers beyond the haven of Rivendell, and they concerned her not. The memories of an elven child are fleeting and few, the burden of millennia not yet set upon them. Teaching her the ways of the Nandor with the bright spirit and passion she had inherited from her own mother, Nimuwen’s very being illuminated with fervour as she passed on to Calenhiril the oral tales and songs of a people never written, Calenhiril was also taught the lore and traditions of the Noldorin and Sindarin people, from which she also claims lineage.

A harper of Imladris, with a voice and a heart stronger even than the far flung heroes in the dreams of a child, Ilúviel Elvea seemed a larger than life figure to young Calenhiril. When not practicing patience and obedience, or opposingly immersing herself into games of mischief, she remained constantly in the penumbral shelter of her father’s shadow. For though he was often away for days at a time, he was yet loath to walk long where she could not follow, and always returned to his Gwilwileth. He was the son of the Noldorin Aer-Alagos, and the Sindarin Elenath Celon, and as he did with his own father, his daughter, Calenhiril, looked to her Adar for everything. Having always been fascinated by the tales and stories he told her, Calenhiril knew no one else who could bring such words to life before expectant eyes. His songs delighted her, and every day, whilst she had been smaller, and even now, he would sing of all her favourites:

Yáre, ilye tarsanyar vahaiar cenine
Sí ta cenina te nár sí nie
Ai, annan estel yáren

Tyelca, umin per i nér nén mi vanwie
Ea leo or ni telta
Ai, yáre tulle tyelca

Manan autanes
Ú-istan umeris quete
Quenten mistana nat,
Sí milyan yáre

Yáre, melme né iltarya tyalie
Sí mauran men nurtie
Ai, annan estel yáren

Manan autanes
Ú-istan umeris quete
Quenten mistana nat,
Sí milyan yáre

Yáre, melme né iltarya tyalie
Sí mauran men nurtie
Ai, annan estel yáren

(Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go
I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong,
now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go
I don't know she wouldn't say
I said something wrong
now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday)

Though she knew not what troubles were, the words coming from her Adar seemed to have meaning beyond all other wisdom, whether she understood this wisdom or not. A clever child, sheltered in her upbringing within the secluded refuge of the Lord Elrond, naive of what lay beyond the road and the secret passages out of Rivendell, and thus consumed by a burning curiosity to venture out on her own, Calenhiril knew only of the welcome of the Last Homely House in which she felt truly aquainted. A place in which adventures could be sought without being caught attempting to lay a solitary foot upon the time-lain roads that passed Imladris by. To her, it was truly perfect. A place for everything she loved most. For discovery, for play, for story-telling and songs. Particularly, for the story-telling and songs of a certain person she found herself intrigued by above almost all of the other residents in within the hidden vale - A delightful creature who called himself Bilbo Baggins. More commonly known to Calenhiril as Dilthenelen (Littler Elf), the tales of marvel he told her never grew old as he shared them over and over at her request, each time more captivating than the last. Dilthenelen never ceased to run out of stories, and always had Calenhiril found herself making her way to his day in hopes of immersing herself within more.

Surrounded by family, Calenhiril’s Great Uncle Wyndelleu Farothomir, the Uncle of her Naneth, allowed her more freedom than anyone else would allow. Telling her stories of the ethereal Lorien and the fair forest there, Wyndelleu taught Calenhiril the skills he once taught her own mother, the use of a strong bow, and a sharp sword. Exploring the borders of Imladris together, hiding and playing games amongst the trees, her Great Uncle also showed her the properties and uses of the plants within the vale, and how to track animals - Demonstrating to the young elf a keen knowledge of survival skills. Finding him an inspiration, though perhaps a mildly mischievious influence, it was her Great Uncle’s advice that often led Calenhiril slightly astray from her Naneth’s teachings as she constantly sought out the adventure she shared with him.

In his long absences away from Rivendell, so did Calenhiril’s love of Glorfindel, her appointed Godfather, increase with the time apart. A truly magnificent figure of influence upon her life, though not comparable to the role of her Adar, Calenhiril’s spirits rose each time Asfaloth rode splendidly into the vale. She horded the gifts and more importantly the knowledge and stories that accompanied her Godfather upon his returns. Enraptured in hearing his tales of Gondolin, of the world before the great change, and of tales from over the sea, things of which not even her Father remembered, Calenhiril adored, respected, and loved Glorfindel, as she did all of those close to her – Not just for their stories and teachings, but also for their returned adoration and love of her.

Her upbringing in Rivendell captivated Calenhiril’s passion for life, and for all things good and decent. Her love of stories, songs, and adventures left her open-minded and eager, creating an undaunted, unmatched enthusiasm whilst the world around her darkened. In spite of her easily-distracted nature, unknowingly, Calenhiril’s birth provided hope for those Eldar who had once lost it. Innocent and unavoidably naive in her youth, the fate of Calenhiril Dînigaer was yet unwritten as the nearing peril threatened to consume all that she loved.


Sample RP Post:

Soft did the dappled, fading light through the trees filter across the grassy clearing in which Calenhiril Dînigaer lay, staring intently up at the swaying canopy above her, as though it would divulge her with some divine secret or knowledge which would somehow make a significant difference to that which she already knew. A motionless, slender figure in the gentle stir of the long, green blades, rippling with the warm touch of the late afternoon breeze, Calenhiril, smiling secretly to herself as a single butterfly rose from its delicate perch upon a lonely flower and swept off into the sky, slowly went back to her thoughts.

Though Calenhiril had never been lonely, nor truly knew the meaning – surrounded always by her family and all those that lived within the fair haven of Imladris – while her Adar was away aiding the Dunedain in the North, as he had been as of the dawn three days ago, did ever she feel as though part of her had left with him. Now, as the sunset dark of the evening crept upon the vale, Calenhiril did feel not aggrieved, but merely confused, in the absence of his company and songs. However, the knowledge that he would indeed be returning soon lightened her heart, and coaxed from her another hopeful smile. His company she adored, and in his leave, did this fondness grow even stronger.

Nova6 - November 22, 2005 02:13 PM (GMT)
Everything looks good!

This character is accepted for adoption. Anyone who wants it and already has a character here can post their own Sample RP (to show they understand the character).

However, I don't want to encourage bio-baking, as it discourages creativity and originiality, as well as working hard to make your own bio. In addition, we've tried it before, and no one ever used it, so they sit around cluttering up the forum. I'll let it pass this time, but I don't think you should spend time making any more bios, because they'll just go to waste. :) Use your creative talent and limited free time and join some quests! :p

Speaking of "going to waste," are you going to finish your Tally bio?




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