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Lirwing
Lirwing
| Name | Lirwing |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Soldier |
| Age | Old |
| Race | Elf |
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| Residence | Imladris |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |
One might find Lirwing imposing, friendly, or beautiful, and perhaps even all three at once. She is tall and strong, though still soft and charming, fair of face with long locks of hair that shine with the color of the stars. Whether those silvery strands are pulled up and out of her face, or flowing freely down her back, is a clear sign of whether she will be hunting orcs and giants, or reading poetry among the flowers and trees of the valley. Her eyes are a calm and curious grey most of the time, yet a slight, chilling glint can be seen in them during battle. A look that surely means pain and certain death for the one on the receiving end. When not in the heat of combat, she can often be found wearing gowns and robes of white or silver, standing in stark opposition to her usual bloody armor that is in need of constant washing. Gold and white jewels adorn her neck and forehead at most times, even on the battlefield. Lirwing has no fear it seems, for her armor shines with the brightest of steel plates. She wants to be seen, and she surely wants the enemy to find her. If one were to come across Lirwing in the valley of Imladris, they would find her kind, but lonely. She is friendly enough and will happily converse with the other residents of the valley, but rarely seeks out friendship, though she will always offer a smile in passing. This is a stark difference to the fierce warrior seen on the battlefield, bearing a stony expression upon her face and a great sword in her hands. |
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Background
Lirwing is old, older still than the sun and the moon. She was born in the Undying Lands to two loving parents: her father, a Noldorin warrior and follower of Fingolfin, and her mother, a beautiful and kind Vanyarin. She did not know the light of the Two Trees for long, as she was very young when they were destroyed. Following the first Kinslaying, her father convinced them to follow the High King across the grinding ice, as he was still loyal to him. Though the journey was perilous and many fell, the three of them survived it all. It was there, in Mithrim, when her father first put a blade into her hands, and it has rarely ever left them since.
Her first battle was that of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Her first battle, and her father's last. From then on, she kept her father's blade in her hands. Participating in the War of Wrath and the Battle of Dagorlad, she has not missed any action when it comes to fighting the enemy. It seems her need to finally clear Middle Earth of what evil she can has not yet been sated. She currently resides in Imladris, where she can either be found wandering beneath the stars, or dressed in full battle armor, off to find an orc or two to slaughter. She is a captain amongst the trained warriors in the Imladrian army, but she tires of the endless battles, hoping someday soon she may put down her sword. Though the rest of her family has long since gone from these shores, her time to sail has not yet come. Lirwing dreams of the day where peace will finally find Middle Earth and her own heart.
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Banner Art: Earendil Searches Tirion, by Ted Nasmith
Portrait Art: Queen, by Shijun Pei https://www.artstation.com/artwork/EdRnN
| Friends | Everyone, or perhaps no one. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | She is the only one who has not sailed to the undying lands. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The evil that seems completely unbreakable, no matter how many orcs or trolls she kills. |
| Loves | The adrenaline rush from being in the heat of battle. Her cherished great sword. The stars. Her memories of her home. |
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| Hates | All manner of evil. Failure upon the battlefield, Those who care not for the world and its survival. |
| Motivation | To find peace in her heart on this side of the great sea, so she may eventually join her family in the undying lands. |
| Quotes | "My prayer is that when I die, all of hell rejoices that I am out of the fight."- C.S. Lewis |
