Post by tiff3 on Mar 10, 2011 15:02:15 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
LACHLAN MULDOON*
Lachlan Ballard Muldoon is this fellow. He hates the last name Muldoon because he thinks it sounds silly. He actually wishes it to be Ballard instead of that being his middle name. So in most causes Lachlan will introduce himself as Lachlan Ballard. He was born twenty-one years ago to a woman of Rohirrim nobility, to one of King Theoden's sisters. Though he is twenty one, he has yet to be wed or to even be engaged/betrothed. His excuse is that he just hasn't found the right woman yet, he's a very picky man, but in all honesty he just isn't looking. Orcs can be seen on Rohirrim land often, that seems more important then getting married.
Lachlan is to say the least an attractive male. His stature is somewhat muscular and thin, standing only at five foot eleven inches. His skin is a peach color and gets tan in the summer, since he generally outside more then. His hair is shaggy and sandy blonde with brown lowlights, just barely above his eyes. His eyes are a deep shade of sea blue and change in tone depending on his mood, though he can in some cases hide his emotions, his eyes deceive him. His nose is long and his jaw is strong. His hands are large and a little weathered, but it depends on what he had been doing that day. His attire generally consists of boots, trousers, a belt, a tunic and sometimes a suede high collared over coat. With his looks you can tell he his a man of Rohan.
Lachlan has a kind heart. He's always a gentleman towards woman and is kind to those in need. However, Lachlan is prideful and will do anything to defend that pride, and in some cases can be rather arrogant about his abilities. He's a confident man, too confident at times, and this does mix with his pride. Though he is kind, he does what he feels is right, and is opinionated. Lachlan is a respectful man, he respects others, especially the words of his father and family. Therefore he doesn't disobey him, only in the most dire of circumstances or if he can get someone to cover for him. He also has a bit of a temper at times and can get jealous, though he tries to hide it, and in most cases is good at it. But in other cases he isn't, he doesn't like showing his emotions. But he will if it's something important to him.
Lachlan's favorite past times include horse riding, sword fighting (can never get enough practice), meeting others, and hunting. He is a big hunter. Lachlan was born twenty one summers ago to, Matthias Muldoon and Lady Theone (one of the sisters of King Theoden). His childhood was mostly spent with his mother, considering his father was not only a noble but a warrior as well. However that time of his life was still happy, his mother was very nurturing. When his father was home, he spent most of the time around him and fake sword fighting. A few years after his birth, his parents wanted another child, feeling that he should have a sibling. But during her second pregnancy, both Theone and the baby died. His father was wrought with grief and in order to overcome it, he clung to Lachlan, not wanting to take him for granted as well. This developed the bond between father and son, and made Lachlan not want to upset him. He currently resides in the Westfold with his father, but most of the time he visits Edoras.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is Tiff. i also play Brywynn Bramble, Vanya Immeril and Maren Meer. i happen to be female and i've blown out nineteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just pm or e-mail me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be Human and he hails from Rohan. My final last words are edited by admin!
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From Different Site
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.
He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.
Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.
He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.
Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.
this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
