Ori

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Ori

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THE BASICS:

Name: 77
Age: Male
Gender: Dwarf (Longbeards)
Race: The Blue Mountains
Birthplace: The Blue Mountains (Ered Luin)
Current Location: His home is on Ered Luin and lives alongside his family (his mother and brothers Dori and Nori) but is currently on the quest to reclaim the lost dwarf kingdom of Erebor and its treasure with Thorin and Company.
Weapon(s): Ori is no [retired] warrior like his older brother Dori, nor an experienced thief and poacher like his brother Nori. Instead, he is a scholar, and doesn't have much a way with weapons...or didn't have any until entering the company. However, since it is essential to be armed, he has a slingshot and a dagger as weapons of choice. Secretly, though, the more belligerent members of the company, like Dwalin or Fíli, have been sneaking him their extra weapons out of concern (and some bets) for him to defend himself. Thus, his surprising skill over Dwalin's war hammer when he was confronted by Azog's Orcs and Wargs.

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance: Ori is the second youngest member in Thorin Oakenshield's company, being scarcely a few months older than the youngest, Kíli. This accounts for his scraggly and not very long beard that frames his chin and is occasionally fixed into two braids at the bottom of his chin. His hair is done in a funny haircut courtesy of his brother Dori using a pudding bowl to cut it into its distinctive mushroom-like shape. He has large warm brown eyes, and a large nose. He nearly always looks excited or curious to meet or research something, as is the naturally curious nature of a scholar; but as an artist and writer he has his more serious and contemplative moments when he is writing, drawing or playing the flute, or even when he is simply listening to one of Balin's or Thorin's stories of the past.
Build: Ori is somewhat short even for a dwarf, matching Bilbo in height. Being unaccustomed to these long trips he is not very strong nor very agile, even for his age. However, because of his youth he is still thin and skinny.
Distinguishing Marks: Ori has no scars since he has never seen battle in his life.
Face Claim: Adam Brown

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality: Ori is naturally curious, energetic and intelligent; natural aptitudes for a scribe and an artist. He reads avidly among dusty old archives whenever he can for histories, poems, diaries and other records now long forgotten by common folk. He is trusty and kind, which makes him loyal and very good at working, and since his work is being a scholar, he does it with zeal and passion. Ori is only partly contented with his life at Ered Luin, in which he can quietly dream but cannot actually be part of adventures and stories he has read. His thirst for adventure is that of a youngling, not understanding the full depth of going out your door in Middle-Earth. Among the merrier and happier dwarves (like Fíli, Kíli, Nori and Bofur) he is more outgoing and loud, prone to saying and doing silly things to have a good time. His spryness and young age have made him quite a target for jokes among even his own friends, which he is willing to forget at times.

However, in his own work he is careful and pondering, let it be the recopying of an ancient manuscript or the sketch of a bird he has seen. Even drowning in information as he always is, he has a good moral compass and does not get lost among eccentric and evil works. Despite being mostly forgiving and kind, he does not appreciate at all when people mock his work (which will sometimes send him sprawling on the ground after picking the wrong fight). In his writing he is objective and impersonal, merely relating the events he describes without adding any personal touch, something that will change as he ages and goes through his own adventures. Ori is brave at heart, though he sometimes may forget it in the face of danger when he is by himself. Surrounded by his friends, however, he will stand up and be the first to defend his kith and kin, as a proper dwarf would.

Being the baby not only of his family but of the company Ori is used to being bossed around mostly by Dori, but sometimes by the elder members such as Balin, Dwalin, Thorin or even his friends. This has grown a very slightly rebellious streak in him, which makes his spout silly things just to prove that he is his own dwarf and not his brother's little baby. Dori even knits his clothes for him, which he finds embarrassing but still wears them. Nonetheless, he is still young, and will go about under Dori's scepter when it's convenient, and sometimes in danger. Nori is more of an idol figure for Ori, a dangerously idol figure, because he has grown apart from home and made a name for himself. Dori reminds him over and over again it's not the best name to acquire, but Ori still follows Nori as blindly as he does Fíli, Kíli and Bofur.

History: Ori is of the race of the Longbeards, and distantly kin of Thorin, being part of Durin's line. He was born to his mother's third husband, who abandoned them at the death of his mother by a ghastly plague that swept through Ered Luin when he was still too young to remember. Dori had the advantage of having his late father teach him of the ways of battle, which he still refuses to instill in Ori. Nori proved to take more after his father, being tricky and complex and very much intriguing as to what he did. Ori had no father to pass on any traits. Instead, Dori took the helm at his fostering, and Ori owes his entire life to his older brother.

Ori got the proper schooling, and a little bit more, when he grew up, and soon he was beginning to be cherished at the local archives where he went almost every day. There he learned much of the arts, except for music, which he got from passing human bards and a bit from Dori. He knew his passion lay in erudition, and began working at recopying, preserving and even writing of documents at the archives in Ered Luin, which are much distended to because of the dwarves' natural interest in mining and because of its little productivity.

In Ered Luin he had some companions, most of which he idolized, and Dori had to put his foot down more than once. He intermingled at times with the royal Fíli and Kíli, who looked for fun and merriment not befit of their station more than once when they were younger, but here Dori could not disapprove of their friendship. He once took a job at the mines to try and make some more income of his own, which resulted in unnecessary injuries. He later left the mines despite being strengthened and improved, at Dori's request, who thought his brother should not take a dangerous and unrewarding job like that just for money, and instead continued to encourage him to work more at the archives.

This moderately peaceful existence was bothered by one of Nori's arrivals at their home. He was obviously there because he was in trouble, but Nori tried to convince them to come with Thorin Oakenshield's Company to reclaim their lost home in Erebor. Dori was not interested and gave his brother a redundant refusal for him and for Ori, although Ori had his own agenda in mind. As much as Ered Luin had been his home he was instantly interested in the possibility of an adventure, and to claim the lost treasure, at that! However, Dori rebuked his brother scathingly at his begging, telling him that he was too young and inexperienced to go along such quests. Ori took it upon himself to follow Nori, and left their home with a note to Dori, which he already knew would bring him along. Nori and Ori were already in the Shire when they met Dori. This led to a blunt and very ardent argument. But no matter how much Dori insisted he saw that Ori had made up his mind and not even in chains he would go back to the Blue Mountains, and thus Dori was reluctantly dragged into the quest.

Roleplay Sample: The night was young and not so cold, the fire was burning merrily beside him, and his mittens were warming his fingers. Ori knew that there was no better way for him to pass the time in his shift that to record the day's events. Granted, the night watch, Thorin had once admonished him, was not just to watch over the fire; it was to ensure their safety. But Ori was young and foolish, though he didn't realize it, and couldn't see the harm in scribbling away a few unnecessary hours of vigilant and solemn consciousness. Even Balin, when he had been on night watch with him, had consented a little writing and drawing. Nori was not going to mind. He looked like he wouldn't: smoking his pipe and looking up to the sky avidly, as if there was a way to steal the stars as mere jewels. After all, he had been appointed their scribe; although Ori suspected it might have been leniency on Thorin's part.

He looked around furtively to make sure no one was looking directly at him (he could see Bilbo being restless at the corner of the mass of dwarves) and turned to his pack, which was small and he always carried. He liked his pack, which was leather and smelled good...like home. But now he wasn't paying attention to this, and instead reaching in for a familiar pouch at the end of it: his kit of various charcoal pencils, quills, and various kinds of ink. He reached further in for the square shape of his journal, and a smile spread across his face as he pulled it out. He began to leaf through the pages reminiscently, looking at the descriptions he had made of the Shire (even the hobbit women who had giggled when he passed by--and that had made him blush) and of Ered Luin; and of Rivendell, the Misty Mountains and Beorn's home they had passed for now. The heavy pages felt damp in the night, strangely enough. He finally reached a stop in the blank pages of his notebooks. They were still so many, and Ori hoped to fill them all by the end of their journey.

He groped absently for his favorite quill in his pen pouch, and stopped a yelp just in time when he pricked himself with the tip. He made sure no one had heard with nervous glances to the company, but only Nori was looking and chuckled in amusement. Ori sighed, and pulled out the feather--a lovely Eagle feather he had found loose in one of the nests they had been in when they had been rescued. He had been hesitant about it, and Nori, who had shared the nest with him, had warned him not to take anything, but the Eagle who inhabited the nest had been quite kind with the young dwarf, and had given him the feather as a gift. He had been very proud of it for a few days, but then Kíli had begun to make fun of it and he had sheepishly kept it in his pouch just in case.

With a single glimpse towards the skies, he began writing slowly but surely on the fresh paper. The Outskirts of Mirkwood, year 2941...

BEHIND THE SCREEN:

Alias: Jo.
Codeword:
Experience: I've roleplayed in Goodreads proficiently in my spare time. I have read the Hobbit and a little of The Lord of the Rings. I've seen all the movies. I write in my spare time some poetry and fiction.
How you found us?: I was recruited by Tumblr by Puckrox
Other Characters: None yet.
How should we contact you?: Most probably through e-mail and tumblr, where my url is violin-czardas

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[Gandalf the Grey]

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