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dismentality
Way to contact you:
Email: sinfulroses@gmail.com
AIM: Frigid Fourth
Other: Smoke signals. Duh.
Are you at least 15?: Y :B
Current Characters: George Weasley |holeysaint
Character: Meriadoc Brandybuck (Goes by the nickname "Merry" most times)
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Character Notes:
Being a hobbit, the first thing most would notice about Merry is that he's vertically challenged (although much taller than most other hobbits, due to drinking some of the Ent's draught). He was born and raised in the Shire, a fairly simple place, and spent most of his time with his cousin and best friend, Peregrin Took- better known as Pippin. It was common knowledge that they were a little mischievious, always causing trouble- despite it remaining to be known if it's intentional or not.
Later, both joined with Frodo as a part of the Fellowship of the Ring, journeying to the dangerous land of Mordor to destroy the One Ring- a powerful ring sought after by Sauron. They ended up being kidnapped by Orcs under the orders of capturing the hobbits, and were almost taken to where Saruman the White waited in Isengard, before escaping when the Orc party was attacked.
The forest the escaped into, however, wasn't much friendlier, and they encountered what appeared to be giant talking trees. As it turned out, the "trees" were Ents- tree herders. One named Treebeard allowed them to stay in his company for a while.
Here has some more details, if they're needed.
Prompt: Daydream
Merry wasn't one for dozing off. Really. Well... only sometimes. But he did try to be careful with when one of these naps occured. Up a tree, for example, wasn't exactly a moment he would have chosen- yet it didn't seem as though he had much choice in the matter. Trees especially were places he found particularly unnerving. It was something about the height, being so far off the ground, which was honestly unnatural to the hobbit.
A little exciting, actually, though that made it no less frightening to look down.
However, at this moment, his eyes were a bit busy drooping closed to direct themselves downward. Mushrooms. Mountains upon moutains of them. He could almost taste them, enough so that he nearly forgot where he had been resting, and might have rolled right out of the tree had the branches not been so thick.
There was nothing like a good daydream to remind him of what was important- he was obviously hungry.
Player LJ:
dismentalityWay to contact you:
Email: sinfulroses@gmail.com
AIM: Frigid Fourth
Other: Smoke signals. Duh.
Are you at least 15?: Y :B
Current Characters: George Weasley |
holeysaintCharacter: Meriadoc Brandybuck (Goes by the nickname "Merry" most times)
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Character Notes:
Being a hobbit, the first thing most would notice about Merry is that he's vertically challenged (although much taller than most other hobbits, due to drinking some of the Ent's draught). He was born and raised in the Shire, a fairly simple place, and spent most of his time with his cousin and best friend, Peregrin Took- better known as Pippin. It was common knowledge that they were a little mischievious, always causing trouble- despite it remaining to be known if it's intentional or not.
Later, both joined with Frodo as a part of the Fellowship of the Ring, journeying to the dangerous land of Mordor to destroy the One Ring- a powerful ring sought after by Sauron. They ended up being kidnapped by Orcs under the orders of capturing the hobbits, and were almost taken to where Saruman the White waited in Isengard, before escaping when the Orc party was attacked.
The forest the escaped into, however, wasn't much friendlier, and they encountered what appeared to be giant talking trees. As it turned out, the "trees" were Ents- tree herders. One named Treebeard allowed them to stay in his company for a while.
Here has some more details, if they're needed.
Prompt: Daydream
Merry wasn't one for dozing off. Really. Well... only sometimes. But he did try to be careful with when one of these naps occured. Up a tree, for example, wasn't exactly a moment he would have chosen- yet it didn't seem as though he had much choice in the matter. Trees especially were places he found particularly unnerving. It was something about the height, being so far off the ground, which was honestly unnatural to the hobbit.
A little exciting, actually, though that made it no less frightening to look down.
However, at this moment, his eyes were a bit busy drooping closed to direct themselves downward. Mushrooms. Mountains upon moutains of them. He could almost taste them, enough so that he nearly forgot where he had been resting, and might have rolled right out of the tree had the branches not been so thick.
There was nothing like a good daydream to remind him of what was important- he was obviously hungry.
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