Cindralic

[Cindralic]

Cindralic, Descendant of Eol

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THE BASICS:

Name: Cindralic
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Elf, Dark Elf
Birthplace: Nan Elmoth
Current Location: Angmar
Weapon(s): Mal’yn: It is a black blade, forged with the skill of the elves and dwarves. It is a curve long sword, perfect for slashing or cutting. It was given to him by Maeglin, his father and it means, “War bringing”, is it was the sword Maeglin used in the Fall of Gondolin

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance: He has long dark hair, usually is shrouded in dark clothes, but has dark eyes, set figures.
Build: He has the proper elven form, tall, well built, long arms and slender body, strong enough to demand fear.
Distinguishing Marks: He has a scar across his left eye and eyelid from his youth.
Face Claim: Hayden Christensen

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality: Cindralic is a slow and calculating elf. He has been around for long enough to understand the greater nature and schemes of men and elves and even the older creatures and people in the world. He does not act rashly, his buttons are hard to push and he has a tremendous amount of patience. With that patience comes a bit of paranoia because this is the first age in which Cindralic has actually taken action to create and dominate his own country as opposed to being linked or servant to another power or someone greater than himself. He is still somewhat nervous, skeptical of everything that is happening, looking for those that would help him in his quest or those he could use. He is slow to trust for he has never had use for it previously. He is slow to wrath but his wrath his terrible in that when he is angered or his actions provoked, he is swift in dealing with whomever or whatever provoked it. Cindralic’s personality traits are summed up in the words, cunning, maniacal, sinister and devious. He is not to be trusted at his word, his mind is on his benefit and his concern for others is superseded by the betterment of himself.

History: Cindralic was the offspring of Maeglin who was the son of Eol, the dark elf who enticed and wed Arehdel, daughter of Fingolfin. He was only a child during the fall of Gondolin and towards the end of the first age. His father, Maeglin fought on the side of Morgoth and betrayed the location of Gondolin to Melkor before its destruction. Maeglin was slain in the battle and his forces were scattered by Tuor. Cindralic survived. Cindralic lasted through the ending of the war or wrath, growing, watching, learning from the war of Morgoth and Sauron. Cindralic wisely did not fight against the Valar and their might at the end of the war and as the earth was reformed after the first age, Cindralic stayed to the mountains and the forests that would eventually become known as Ered Mithrin.

The second age of middle earth was dominated by Sauron and by his conquests, watching how he deceived the Noldor and then the Numenorians. Cindralic watched and learned from the dwarves in the Blue Mountains about crafting and mining, like his grandfather Eol, was friends with the dwarves and learned their trade and almost perfected it. Cindralic betrayed the dwarves after seeing the gold of Erebor to the dragon Smaug, who later destroyed the great kingdom and hoarded the treasure. Cindralic looted his fair share of plunder during this time and fled from Smaug into Greenwood where he remained, still living in darkness when possible, journeying closer and closer to the mountains, finally passing them to the kingdom of Angmar towards the fall of Sauron in the third age. Then, his opportunity arose.

The witch king had been driven from the realm of Eriador after the loss and utter defeat at the battle of Fornost. The fortress of Carn Dum in the Northern hills of Angmar had been utterly abandoned and the witch king seeking refuge in the nothingness that had become his form. The orcs were scattered and the trolls and goblins slain on the plains of Arnor or hunted down into the deep and dark crevices of the Blue and Misty mountains. Arnor felt safe, and it was, guarded by the remnants of the Dunedian, watchguarded by Rivendell and patrolled by elves and men. Carn Dum was scouted and searched and found lifeless and without threat; however, it was left…standing. Years past as they usually do, men died, men that remembered the threat of Angmar and the might of the witch king, the power of the orc and the cruelty of the darkness. A shadow began to rise in the east that few could foresee. It was kept from the watchful eyes of even the white counsel admist the fallen fortress of Dol Guldor. What remained of Arnor was simply the remains of the great war, the timid people left behind that felt a overconfident sense of safety and lived in blissful ignorance. Darkness crept back into Angmar and where there was darkness, there was also orcs, trolls, goblins, wargs, and the host of other dark creatures that swore no loyalty but shared a simply hatred of men and elves. The orcs began to come out of the dark places of the world, inhabiting the ruins of Carn Dum, the surrounding countryside of Angmar and the even daring to spread into the plans of Eriador once again.

The orcs moved to Carn Dum expecting it to be uninhabited; however, there was one who had found it first, a single entity, and old and high entity that shared not the fear of orc and warg like man. No, this elf had fought in the wars of old, against the Dunedian, against the trolls, against the monsters of old and had seen the destruction and the machine of war caused by Sauron. To this elf, goblins and orcs were nothing but beneath him. It took him but a week to prove such dominance over them. The orcs that came back to the mountain fortress had long since forgotten its secrets, its passageways, its advantages which gave the elf more of an advantage than he needed to defeat such mindless beasts. It mattered not that he had never seen the light of the Valinor, the trees that the great lights, the simarilions, he was still high, and in his own right he was skilled and dangerous. The orc and goblin hoard that infested the mountain fortress had only the option of surrendering allegiance to this elf or die at his hand. So long had it been since a single elf had killed so many. It was no option at all. So began the rule of Cindralic.

It would come as no shock that over the years of seeing both the rise and fall of great nations of men, the rise and fall of great conquerors that Cindralic would choose a side. There was no way for him to remain neutral. It was start with Angmar and it would end…somewhere. Cindralic had no desire to sail to Valinor, to try to claim the world, no he had seen the fault of the Numenorians and had learned from their mistakes. He had seen the error of Sauron, the power he had entrusted to a single device was foolish and yet Cindralic found himself envying the power Sauron had attained. Cindralic knew that the mere name of Sauron could bring people to tremble or could bring children and grown men to weeping at the memory. Renown was everything, the name was everything. He could not claim the name the Dark Elf, for that had been set aside for another, his great ancestor, another idol for Cindralic to model his actions after. Cindralic desired no dominion of orc and warg but over men, the thing that Sauron had no completely attained and yet the elves of Rivendell, the Havens and Lorien would prohibit him from moving so quickly. He had to wait for something to rise again, for something to draw their attention away from the west, something to stir in the East. The war with the witch king had left the wringwraith weakened but not without fear and power. Cindralic had enough allies to see to Mordor, to Greenwood, to the East to where a quiet fear stirred in the blind of the world of men who so ignorantly lived in their so coveted peace.

Cindralic massed his orcs, for their were very much his now, and loyal to the point of death, whether it was from his hand or another. He waited in the shadows and the mountains of Angmar, content to remain silent. He searched for a way to communicate with what he knew was coming. Rumors of a darkness rising in the East, a necromancer could only mean one thing. A previous master and conqueror of the world was coming back into existence. The void could not hold him, or so it was seem. Cindralic knew of Sauron’s power, his descent from the Valinor, his lineage and he knew that he had once known a greater being than himself, a greater evil. The high elves of old had fought and warred against Melkor, as Feanor dubbed him long ago and defeated him. This left hope for Cindralic. Hope that if left alone, if left to stew and to scheme, Cindralic too could see defeat of a higher race. He would need all of his cunning and trickery to seduce the West while the eyes of men looked to the East.

Roleplay Sample:

Silas walked up to the counter as Serenity went to the glass and looked at all the little delicious treats that were also offered. There were cookies and pies, little pastries and the like. Silas had a feeling that she was going to ask for at least one of them so he just went ahead and ordered two chocolate chip cookies. One for her and one for him. He was going to need the energy to last through the day. “Are you sure you need coffee?” He asked her and she turned and put her hands on his hips and just stared at him. Wow. No quick remark and witty retort. Interesting… Silas turned to the cashier and smiled. “Sorry about the youngster. She’s very excited. May I have a white chocolate mocha with a double shot of espresso and two of those chocolate chip cookies? I would like to have a vanilla latte also please.” The cashier nodded his head and Silas turned back to Serenity who was literally hopping a bit as she waited for the Batista to make her drink. “So I presume we are going to the park or something to burn off all this energy then?” He asked her as she just shrugged.
“Well….we could go to the park…or…we could stay here…or…we could go swimming or bungee jumping!” She exclaimed. Bungee jumping? Where did she come up with all of this? Maybe the other wolves were teaching her strange things…

“I suppose that’s possible darling but let’s just get the coffees first and then we can figure out what to do from there.” At least she hadn’t mentioned jumping from an airplane or something. “I bought you a chocolate chip cookie too.” Her eyes lit up and bugged out of her head as he mentioned chocolate.

“Thank you daddy!” He told him and hugged his leg tightly before bouncing off towards the couches where some of the other people were relaxing and drinking their coffee peacefully. They must have been quite the distraction. Serenity wasn’t the quietest of people. Serenity walked over to Camilla and tapped on her shoulder. “Hiya! What you doing?! I’m Serenity and my daddy is getting me coffee!” She told him and pointed towards Silas who waved meekly. Wonderful, she had made a friend. She always made friends.

Silas looked at the woman as she gave him a smile. He gave her a smile back as she looked at him and he mouthed the words “sorry” to her as the coffees were passed to him. Bah, they forgot the whipped cream. Silas turned to the cashier and requested it because knew how much Serenity loved whipped cream. He could only imagine what Serenity could get herself into in the time it took them to put the whipped cream on the coffees.

“Kitty!” Serenity exclaimed. Anything she had said prior to the cat coming out of the purse was completely null and void because once the cat was seen all Serenity was thinking about was the little fluff ball in front of her. She loved animals and it didn’t matter what kind of animals they were. It did help though that she was raised by werewolves and they taught her to be very conscious of animals in general. It was weird that she would have been so excited about kittens when she was raised by dogs for the most part. Didn’t matter she was already reaching to touch it by the time she was exclaiming. She had already rubbed its head once or twice before she realized that she hadn’t exactly asked if she could. She withdrew her hand very quickly and stuck it down on her leg very and stood very still like she was at attention. Her eyes got all big as she looked up at her. “I’m sorry ma’am…but…my I pet the kitten?” She asked. She had her puppy dog eyes out at this point and it was quite hard to say no to those.

“Did you forget your manners Serenity?” Silas asked as he finally walked over to the two with the cookies and the coffees. Silas looked at the young woman and then at the kitten. He chuckled to himself. “I’m sorry she gets even more zealous around little animals than normal. Not sure why I’m going to give her something that will make her even crazier.” He smiled and handed the coffee to Serenity who gladly accepted. “My name is Silas, I’m this bundle of joys’ father. I am afraid she can be a little rambunctious at times but she does give me the opportunity to meet a lot of people and ones that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise met.” He told her. This was a true fact because even though Silas was outgoing and usually didn’t have problems talking with people, Serenity was far more outgoing and she was one of the easiest ice breakers he had ever seen. She was fun to be around and always kept things interesting for Silas. For instance, he had just introduced her indirectly to a pretty girl and her cat. He looked down at Serenity who was still waiting patiently to the young woman’s answer to her question about the kitty. He could tell she was getting antsy though.

BEHIND THE SCREEN:

Alias: Tyler
Codeword:
Experience: 10 years
How you found us?: I keep that to myself
Other Characters: None
How should we contact you?: Pms