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2022-07-26 01:08 am
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Jikan IC Inbox

Hello? Ah... I don't know how these work but... I suppose you can... leave a message?
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2020-10-11 10:52 pm
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IC/OOC Permissions





       
(c) Jenny Dolfen

☙ OOC



■ Player: Tea

■ Pronouns: She/Her

■ Timezone: GMT +0930

■ Preferred Contact: [plurk.com profile] bookwormfaith

■ Backtagging: Yes

■ Threadhopping: Yes

■ Fourthwalling: Yes - ask first

■ CR AU: Ask first

■ Topics to Avoid: N/A

■ Other: N/A


 


☙ Statistics



■ Name: Makalaure "Maglor" Kanafinwe

■ Canon: The Silmarillion

■ Canon Point: the end of The Lord of the Rings



■ Age: older than the moon & sun (~9500+)

■ Sex/Gender: Male

■ Species: Elf (specifically Amanian Noldo)

■ Languages: Feanarian Quenya (& various other dialects)

Sindarian (both Beleriand-era and 'modern'), Adunaic, Westron,

possible smatterings of Khuzdul

■ Diet: standard

■ Appearance: 20-30ish humanoid male with pointy ears

(also he glows faintly)

■ Height: 6'5"

■ Build: slender, wiry, perhaps a little malnourished 

■ Hair: Long and black with a grey streak

■ Eyes: grey and lit from within 

■ Voice: deep (canonly described as "like the sea")

■ Features: burn scars on both palms, right worse than left




☙ IC




Physical Affection



■ Flirting: go for it

■ Hugging: he needs a hug, but will need a bit of
coaxing to accept one

■ Kissing: if you can persuade him!

■ Sex: no, sorry! He's married and faithful

Physical Violence



■ Fighting: yep

■ Injuring: ask first but yep

■ Death: ask first - he's likely to be VERY difficult to kill

■ Mind Reading: ask - he has abilities of his own and 

strong shields

■ Manipulation: see above

■ Relationships: friends! Also he tends to adopt people

■ Mental Information: he's very depressed, and probably

not entirely sane (but good at faking it)

■ Medical Information: he's stronger than the average 

human, heals very fast when he puts his mind to it, is resistant

to poisons, mediates instead of sleeping unless tired/injured

(and when he DOES sleep he sleeps with eyes open unless

severely wounded or utterly exhausted), can survive

surprisingly long without food/water



 

also: see here for permissions re: his abilities
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2020-10-11 10:39 pm
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Maerchen IC Contact

Crystal Contact

Makalaure "Maglor" Kanafinwe
 JRRTolkien's The Silmarillion



Contact character via audio, telepathy, or action.

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2017-07-08 10:43 pm
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IC Inbox: Hadriel

I fear that I cannot answer, but I will endeavour to do so later, if I can.
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2015-01-20 02:00 am
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IC Inbox [Ruby City]

Your pardon, but I am unavailable. If you will, leave a message and I will answer as soon as I may
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2014-01-27 01:56 am
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IC Inbox [STE]

Hey, you reached Arnold Benedict of the Benedict Gallery!
Sorry, I can't answer the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you soon.
Bye~!
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2013-04-30 09:54 am
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IC Inbox [Eachdraidh]

 My apologies but I am unavailable. If you wish, you may leave a message
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2013-03-27 03:47 pm
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iC: Inbox [Asgard]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

bythewaves: (golden voice)
2013-03-15 11:13 am
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The Hall of Fire

There was a hall once, where a fire was always burning in the hearth, and soft cushions were scattered on nearby chairs and benches invitingly. A perfect place for song and story, in the Last Homely House East of the Sea. The world has changed, now, and the House is gone, and with it the Hall. But the world still remembers.

There is a place, now (then, always), where there is still a fire burning welcoming in the hearth, and the chairs and benches are always just perfect for sitting and listening. The windows and doors are open to everywhere (everywhen), and any can enter. Here, the memory of the great loremasters and storytellers still remains. You might catch Erestor, grumbling about people not respecting the library's sanctity, or Daeron might wander by the window playing his flute (O Luthien, Luthien, still he seeks you). Maybe Lord Elrond himself will be sitting in the corner with his children or his lady wife, listening to Lindir play. Perhaps Finrod Felagund will walk by singing of Valinor long ago (white shores and silver towers), or Echtelion might be playing his flute in the courtyard by the fountains. You might even catch old Bilbo, sleeping in a corner, or Rumil arguing quietly with Pengolodh at his desk. From the window which looks onto the garden, when the moon is full, the song of Tinfang Gelion still rises. But tonight, ah tonight, a voice is singing, low and sad like the waves on the shore. By the window that looks to the ocean, the last son of Feanor sits.

So enter, friend, and be welcome to the Hall of Fire. If it's story or song you are seeking, you've come to the right place.