( Originally an OC for LOTR/TH but now also used for whatever ^^'' )

NAME: Glíndor

AGE: 3,021

GENDER: male

SEXUALITY: heteroromantic heterosexual

SPECIES: Light Elf

RESIDENCE: unknown; deep in a forest south of the Iron Hills, near the Carnen River

APPEARANCE: Glíndor has long golden-red hair tied back with small braids and two smaller braids that hang down to frame his smoke-greyish light ocean-blue eyes and somewhat slim jawline. He has a slender frame that is surprisingly sturdy and holds a decent runner's build. With a fair complexion and standing at around five feet and six inches one wouldn't think much of him but to be a lightweight and inexperienced combatant. To which they'd be wrong, as the various faded scars littering his body telltale of a harder life than one might imagine for him.
His slightly upturned and pointed ears, graceful movements, and unearthly aura give away his having been born elven. Though with his almost rowdy laugh, some humanish mannerisms, and rather large appetite some might want to think otherwise.
Glíndor has never been one for fancy attire and usually dons only what he feels necessary or just particularly likes. He can normally be seen wearing a fitted dark blue tunic, ending about mid-thigh, with long sleeves that cover the wrist and has a rather wide neckline. This along with slightly darker blue leggings tucked into tall knee-high leather boots sporting a rather elven leaf-and-vine design along the sides and that have obviously seen better days. Worn over this is thick yet lightweight wet-pine-bark-brown leather armor, with the same leaf-and-vine design as his boots, over his forearms, chest, and outer thighs. He dons a wide belt as well that holds a decent sized sword on his left hip, a small hidden dagger on his right, a pouch in the back, and a dull pale-yellow buckle on the middle-front to hold it in place. The buckle is quite obviously old, one might even say ancient, and is in the shape of either a sun or flower but is too worn to properly tell.
To complete his attire he sports a unique set of arrows nestled inside a dark leather quiver hung across his back that seem to go forever unused, as well as the hand-carved bow alongside them. A small bag to carry items and food in and a long flowing cloak to keep away the weather are all that's left to tell.

PERSONALITY: mirthful, friendly, and adventurous Glíndor is always up for having a good time. He lives for the company of others and a good joke or two even at his own expense. An energetic yet laid-back elf he is both willing to slay orcs and have a nice camp out any time of day or night.
Prone to finding himself in a spot of trouble he never lets it deter him for long and is the go-with-the-flow type, a famous saying of his being "whatever comes [his] way at least let life make it interesting."
A true friend through and through his loyalties are a bit difficult to obtain but once received he will be forever faithful and honest to his word. All too willing to bend over backwards for a loved one or close friend, it has before landed him in the dog house so to speak. But he'd never change a thing of it for the world.
At times he can be somewhat temperamental and skeptic but isn't one to hold grudges usually. He's a bit self-conscious of certain aspects of himself and his capabilities but isn't one to talk about his own feelings very often without prompting. Though he is all too willing to be frank with his personal opinion on just about any matter. A bit of a hypocrite he is willing to help others and offer a shoulder to lean on or any advice he can give though doesn't always ask for or accept the same in return.
Overall he's a bright elf with a love for the exciting and a taste for adventure though he lacks the hard drive to risk anything happening to his friends or loved ones. In awe of nature and the world around him he's always kept close the saying: "home is where the heart is."

WEAPON(S):
-a long silver sword with a hand carved bone handle made from the antler of a deer
-a small elven dagger with simple flowers carved into the handle
-a set of carefully hand crafted bow and arrows

ABILITIES:
-some simple magics and spells, though only those of the elven race.
-empathy and reverse empathy (to a degree)
-some light manipulation

SKILLS:
-excellent swordsmith 
-decent tactician
-knows how to read the stars
-expert horse rider (and never afraid to perform stunts)
-decent cook
-good at hand-to-hand combat
-likes to tell stories of grand adventure, some of which can't be told truth from fiction
-has a good memory for old tales, legends, maps, and languages 

RELATIONS:
Mother: -unknown-
Father: -unknown-
Siblings: -none-
Blood-Brother: Hweston
Familiar: -none known-; -none currently-
Others: -unknown-

OTHER:
-his name means "honey haired"
-due to an incident long ago he now has weakened eyesight and is unable to properly use a bow or any long ranged weapon.
-he loves his horse, Briar, very much and often spoils the middle-aged Clydesdale
-he has a rather high tolerance for alcohol though rarely if ever drinks
-has long since left the middle of elven culture and many of their mannerisms and such things have left the forefront of his mind, therefore he does not share the stereotypical dislike and hatred of the dwarves and other such things if the elves. In fact he embraces and loves learning of other races and cultures, be it a mighty dragon, "lowly" human, or humble hobbit.