I'd like to take an informal census and see how many lore-heavy RPers are still out there. By lore-heavy, I mean you attempt to RP as closely aligned with the lore as you can. I've returned after a year or so out of the game, and it seems almost all the lore-nerds I used to know are gone - I'm looking to stir that pot once more.
Anyway, if you consider yourself to fit this description, please post below with a quick description of your main(s).
Tirvalda Maglorion (Q: Oath-Warden), repentant Noldo: A fairly unremarkable Noldor Elf, Tirvalda stands 6'8" and weighs approximately 265 lbs. He appears to be approximately 30 years old, were he a child of man. The only things that do in fact separate him from his kin are small subtleties. When wearing armor, an eight-pointed star adorns his breastplate. He speaks in a manner which seems formal, almost courtly, even for one of the Noldor. Finally, he carries a weariness about himself always, often seeming as though his thought were elsewhere, on other, more weighty things.
Halegad Grimbrow, Ranger of the North: The name by which he is best known was given by the elves of Rivendell, a title of sorts honoring his hunting skills (S. Halegad trapper of streams, a play on his ability to lure and entangle orcs in nets and snares). He has spent many years in the North with the White Company, but also some time south in the Gap of Rohan. There he earned the name Grimbrow, a joke brought about by his often unfriendly demeanor, but his actions also earned the friendship of the Horse Lords. He appears to be a middle-aged man of approximately forty-five years, though his true age is indeterminate. It is obvious that he spends a great deal of time outdoors - his face is weatherbeaten and his hands rough. Halegad's height (6'4"), grey eyes and dark hair betray his heritage, and he rarely smiles, and is more often dour and sullen than agreeable and talkative. Those that know him well remember him once being a friendlier, happier man, in the days when his wife and child still lived.
Azulinzil (A: Flower of the East), servant of the Eye: This woman is unlike any you have seen before, unless you have been south of Far Harad or east of Khand, where the stars are strange. Her skin is black, and she smells of exotic spices. She looks to be approximately 65 years old, and her face is weathered and wrinkled. She speaks with a strange accent, and her eyes, grey in color, mark her as having more than simple Haradrim blood...
The one she calls her "son", Khemel of Far Harad, accompanies her everywhere. He wears a stupid expression always, though his size is intimidating. She has only been forced to reprimand him once, Having his tongue cut at the root for speaking too familiarly with her.
Tirvalda Maglorion en Himring, Tirisse i Vanwarion
Halegad Grimbrow, Waywatchers of Cardolan
Azulinzil, Shalk Burgul
Slemon Ghreem, The Redwolds