Name: Inwe Ancalime
Age: Many thousands of years old
Height: 5'9"
Weight: Very light. Her weight is not a solid fact, as is the weight of any elf. It is unknown.
Race: Half Eldar elf, part Laiquendi and part Teleri, of those later named the Sindar.
Also: She rides bareback upon a Brown horse named after Orome. (Lord of the Forest)
Physical discription: (also see picture at bottom) Her skin is fair and unfreckled. In the night her skin has a faint glow like that of the stars. Her eyes are a silver-green and also twinkly with the many glittering of the stars. She is slightly different from the others of her people, because she is part Laiquendi somehow she has dark hair like those of the Noldor. Her hair is the dark brown of many trees and has no one set hue. Nearly perfectly strait it flows in the wind like the waters of the streams she loves so much. Her ears are long and pointed like those of her people. And she wears a crown of flowers that never seem to perish when she is wearing them. And a necklace which shines with the light of the stars sits lightly at her throat.
Within her robe ia a number of pouches in which she carries various herbs, trinkets, and other things of importance to her, but none more so than a small leather bound book. The pages are filled with lines upon lines of small Tengwar handwriting. Though it seems thin and limited it is an enchanted book and has no real beginning or end. She has only one scar that traces a long line diagonaly across her beck from just belw her right shoulder blade to the lower part on the left side of her back, just at her hip.
Bio: When she was Very young,250, (her parents had alredy made the treck to the Undying lands) she had a great longing to see the Mortal Lands from wich her parents had come and where many of her knidred had stayed. She called to Iluvatar every night since she was even younger so, and asked that the Valar come and fly her away to the Lands she longed to see. One night she drifted to sleep to see before her eyes Lorien the master of dreams...he had come to her and was speaking to calm her rapidly beating heart. She was calmed and wondered as she next saw Vaire the weaver appeare before her. In moments Vaire had laid a moving tapestry before Inwe, it showed her being born apon the wings of one of the mighty Eagles. When she blinked she was atop the Eagle and the wind was blowing her hair as she lifted from the ground. She looked down and waved farewell to her Mother and Father and knew she would see them again one day, and oh the stories she would have to tell. She was high now and the air was cold, though it affected her none. When she glanced to her left, there she saw Varda, queen of the stars, and Varda spoke with a voice of light. The sound laid on Inwe's ears like honey on a hungry tongue. She spoke of the wonderous and tragic things that awaited. She promiced that in any case Inwe would make it home and spend many years telling others of her days in the Mortal Lands that many missed greatly. The Eagle Swooped low but Varda followed and from around her head she plucked a star and tied around it a strand of her long Silver hair. She then hung it around Inwe's slender neck and kissed her on the forehead.
She was in the stars cool glow when she realized that she was laying in the grass. She had been borne to the Mortal Lands, truly!
She has been here since then and witnessed the coming of the Age of Sun, and has seen many lifes and deaths.
Personality: She is Pround of being an Eldar and humbled with her knowing of the Valar. She has a wonderful sence of humor, uncommon of her people, and she loves all things green and living. She has a great passion and love for all of those who grow close to her heart. Kind and gentle, if there is need she will bring care and rest.
Allies: those who are not working for the evil. Those with love for and from Iluvatar.
Enimies: those allied with Morgoth or Sauron.
Weapons: Bow, (and arrows obviously) along with two Elvish short swords, held in their places on her quiver; She can make arrows and fltch them herself when need be. Give her a pointy stick(or a stick and something to make it pointy with) and she will have yet another weapon.
