Username: Several7s

Name: Duindir

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has long brown hair and pointed ears. His eyes are green and he has high cheek bones. He's tall and muscular.

Backstory: There's not really a lot to say here. His life was normal. He guards Mirkwood and keeps unwanted visitors out. The most interesting thing that happened to him was when the dwarves arrived. He guarded them, but somehow they got out and escaped in barrels. The incident caused an uproar, but Duindir didn't particularly care if the dwarves got away. It seemed to him that they caused less trouble away from Mirkwood than they did trapped within their dungeons. Not much changed after that, until the elves marched on the Lonely Mountain. Duindir was one of those who stayed behind to guard Mirkwood.

Personality: He's a serious guy who spends most of his time lurking in the woods. He prefers to stay in the background and doesn't socialize much. He's loyal to his few friends and his king, but will do what he believes right if it comes to that versus an order from his king. He doesn't talk much, but he's great at showing up inconveniently if there's a secret he isn't supposed to know about.

Magic/Powers: N/A

Weapon of Choice: He uses a bow.

Strengths: He's proficient in several weapons. He tends to notice details no one else would and can see further and better than most.

Weaknesses: He works terrible in crowds, unless he has to kil said crowds. Small talk isn't his thing. He takes shoot first and ask questions later a bit too literally at times. Often he'll spend a bit too much time making sure he can't possibly lose a fight, giving his enemies time to attack first.

Captured: He has no idea how he ended up at the Shinsengumi headquarters, he only knows that he was running through the woods one moment and the next he was no longer at home.

Greatest Fear: Crowds. Most specifically, crowds of people he can't or should not kill. It's not that he'll become a blubbering mess, it's more that the overwhelming urge to silence everyone with some well-placed arrows is difficult to resist and he really doesn't like the idea of killing his kin.

Insecurities: As much as he prefers to be alone, he often feels like he shouldn't be so anti-social. It bothers him, how introverted he can be.

Loved Ones: His family is still alive, but he doesn't see them much. He has other friends, of course, but only a few.

Realm They're From: Mirkwood

Fandom They're From: Lord of the Rings

Token: A belt given to him by a good friend. It's one of the few things he places value on.

Anything Else: Would you like me to describe it to you, or shall I find you a box?