Okay, this is how it will work. You write down your character, his or her information, and their personal prologue. I'll use Turiluve as an example. But please, don't post more than once here. Everyone will lose track. The purpose of this topic will be so everyone will know where to find the information for your character(s). If you have a lesser character from the one you made when you created your account, then add him or her underneath your main character's profile so. I'll make mine. And I won't post afterwards here. One post per person, remember! No commenting about others' characters for the sake of knowing which character you are. And don't post anything if you're not writing about your character and just spam. Please. Thanks.

Now, here's an example. Do as I do for Turiluve. Thanks! ^_^

Name: Turiluve Geomyr, son of Muryn

Race: Man of Eorlingas

Gender: Male

Home: Edoras, Rohan

Weapon of Choice: Spear, sword, and shield

Age: 33

Rank: Nomadic Outrider

Appearance: Deep dark brown eyes, black hair, short beaded beard, his cloak and armor with the Rohirrim symbol upon it. He doesn't stay near Edoras, but he is a deep loyalist anyway. But his thick scar marked over his left cheek fills people with questions, and fear, for it makes him look incredibly eerie.

Characteristics: Keeps to himself, neither optimistic and pessimistic, rarely speaks, unless he must, and stern. But despite these characters he is a good man, and fights for anything he finds a good cause, no matter what. He trains with his weapons endlessly, to the point where he seems unstoppable. It will take more than a few trolls to stop him... especially when he's angry. He is seldom so, but there have been such times ere. He rides on his horse, Aldor, always. He's as close to him as a spouse would. He seems to hunt for something, or someone, always. He makes the fear enter those who see him, even without intent, causing many to wonder if the war is really over. But he is a human nevertheless, and has a good heart. He will do anything for a good cause he find righteous and just... even if he inflicts harm to others...

Prologue:
The Fourth Age was not one he loved. His fear was eternally gone after what he had done to those he loved - what harm he had done them. The trolls and orcs before him caused him to flee. And there was a cruel cost. Now he would never see his wife-to-be, his brother, or his entire family - again. Or would he?

Haunted by the past, scarred by more than just the wound over his cheek, he wanders the lands as a nomad. He hates who he was - who he felt betrayed by, and Sauron, even in death, for what he had done. The end of war only brought the memory of the passed shadow, and all that it had done. The crushed walls of the Hournberg, the crumbled lands of Minas Tirith, the torn trees surrounding Dol Guldur, the emptied lands of Lothlorien, Rivendell, which now Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits - the last loyalists of Middle-earth, would populated. And likely crumble. The sight of ruins, with history of ages ago brought him harmony, but to ruin the very memory of it with industry sickened him.

His loyalty for what Eomer had done for his people when all hope was lost pleased him.

Along his endless roads, he passed upon one who many supposed was dead - Pallando of the Istari. Alatar's location was a mystery still, but his path was his own, be it doom or glory.

He wanders the world with a hidden face under his long Rohirrim cloak, further memory of his family, for that cloak his mother wove him for warmth when war came over the land.

What is Turiluve's purpose? His goal? His mission? What has caused him so much grief? And will he ever be at peace with himself?