Lossiel
Dec 22, 2018 16:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Lossiel on Dec 22, 2018 16:14:23 GMT -5
M E N ❂ O F ❂ T H E ❂ W E S T
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Character Name: Lossiel
Name Meaning: Daughter of the Snow
Nickname or Alias: (if applicable)
Race: Elf
Age: 355
Date of Birth: Hithui of 2655
Place of Birth: Rivendell
Current Residence: Lothlorien
Occupation: Scout / Spy
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Lossiel stands about 6'3" tall and is very slim built. She has long black hair, almost like Ravenesque in color, with Blue eyes, with a touch of green inside of them. Her clothing style can be determined, based on the region she is in at the time when she designed her own clothing. If she's on Lothlorien, spending time with her husband, then she'll usually wear some variation of robes and keep her hair in a ponytail.
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Lossiel is known for being quite efficient at whatever task she is given, focusing on the task at hand rather than worrying about the small little details around her. She has a tendency to be willing to lead her team, and make her own plans with a strategy of how to get the tasks done. When things don’t go her way, or they stop working, she doesn’t give up on herself, or her team, she’ll re-think the strategy that she is using, and change the plan to make it work for the situation. Lossiel, believes in herself as a leader, and as a follower, she is very opinionated upon herself, and believes she is quite a capable leader. Lossiel, always loves a good challenging puzzle, because she tends to look at things from every angle, and tries to solve the problems as they come up. She also likes to be able to keep things moving, not slowing down for anything. She’s able to help create the next set of leaders, with her own charisma and grace throughout the things she does. With help from time to time, she tends to get the goals she had set out for herself done, sometimes with the help of others.
Lossiel is known to be a bit stubborn when it comes to things she has been working on, or just took over for. She tries to win every argument with another person, even if she knows she is wrong. She tends to want to push her own vision when it comes to her ideas, and is sometimes not willing to listen to other ideas. Lossiel has a tendency to believe that she does not like to be distracted from the task she was given, and any strategy to alter it, even if the task is something to with an emotional attachment. She will keep calm during the task at hand and then go silent and angry when she is on her own. She makes it clear to those she is working with that sometimes the easiest path to do things isn’t always the best. Lossiel is impatient with some of the other people’s decisions because they tend to take their time with them. She tends to think they are being a bit slow when the obvious answer is right in front of them, and she is quick to burst on it when she sees it. Lossiel, likes when people are quick with their own decisions, and stand firm when they make a decision. She tends to stick her nose up at the others who don’t match her, in their decision making skills. She can be seeing as overbearing at times, and tends to challenge anyone who do not challenge her. Lossiel has been known not to keep her emotions in check in private, but sometimes it does come out when she is in a group. She will be mean, and not notice she is doing it until someone points it out to her. When it comes to those situations, she tends to go off on her own for a while wandering the forest and such, till she can calm herself and come back. She can be incredibly insensitive to those around her especially when trying to achieve her goals, and the goals that are set out for her by the higher powers. She tends to ignore the others needs, and focus on the task.
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Parents: Lossel (Snow Girl), Mithon (White Fog Man)
Siblings: Ninniachel (Rainbow Woman), Lerdir (Summer Man), Fandir (Cloud Man)
Spouse: Alagosson (Wind Storm Man)
Children: None yet.
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After a long life, and skills well learned from my family, I am ready to retire from the life. But sometimes the life tends to follow you, and there is nothing that you can do. My name is Lossiel, and if you are reading my journal/diary then you’ve found my ledger and my accounts. It’s not the world’s greatest tale, but it’s mine and I live with the pain I’ve caused. But from time to time it has been worth it, and the people are safer because of it. If I’ve died, after such a long life, then so be it, and my family will never be known my burden. And so, I tell you this story, in hopes that past mistakes will never be reformed.
My story begins in the winter of 2655, when I was born on a snowy and foggy day to Lossel and Mithon of Rivendell. I am the second oldest of the children they had, with my brother Lerdir being the oldest. My mother was the city seamstress, and my father was one of the few scouts that the city had. As I was growing up, I spent quite a bit of time with my mother because my father would take Lerdir with him, when he went out to scout. As I grew older, I started learning from my mother her skills as a seamstress, and hence got a knack for it. But as my brother went to begin his training with the Elven army, my father needed someone new to go out with him, to teach the ways that he had passed to my brother. My two other siblings were not ready or of age yet to go out with him, and hence, I finally got my chance.
The day after my forty-fifth birthday is the first time that he and I went out to the forest. And that would be the last time I would see home until I was sixty-five. My father was a cruel teacher, but he had a point, you had to be focused, and devoted to take the time to hone your craft. As I had learned from my mother, I was now learning from my father. Over the twenty years, together, I learned how to hunt, fight, track, move silently. I sustained a few injuries while learning these things, but when I did get hurt, my father would stop his lesson for the day to allow me to heal, then we would continue the next day. Eventually, my father left, and my decision to stay was better off serving itself because then I could train on my own. But as I returned home, I figured to learn a bit more from my mother, and hence for the next little while, I continued some of the other practices that I had learned from her. After my sixty-fifth birthday, I returned home, and packed up the stuff that I had, the few items. I thought it best that if I was going to become a scout that for my betterment I should live out in the forest, and hence I left home, and went to live with my Atatar and Ama out in Lothlorien.
It wasn’t because Rivendell wasn’t that good to me, please don’t get me wrong. It was more the fact, over the twenty years that I was out in the forest, I found a stronger connection to it, then I ever had within the city. I also found that I was better off on my own, even if my parents wanted me to stay within Rivendell after I came to learn everything from my father. But my grandfather was one of the best spies in the craft, and my mind didn’t seem to want to wander from the two being sort of similar. So, I trained with him for a long time, going out occasionally with him, just staying back to observe how he did it, but also taking notes on how he did things. He tended to blend into the surroundings, learned the culture of the people that he was integrating with, he fit in. It was a troubling time for the first little while, I nearly got caught a few times, but my grandfather swooped in and protected me. From time to time telling the locals I was new to the region and hence I was still getting used to the customs. I would apologize, and the locals would back off still wary of me, but irregardless, not as suspicious.
As I started to come into my own as a spy, I figured to make my own garments when it came to the region, after I had observed, and learned what the region wore at the time. Over the years though, it has been a learning curve for me, and I have found that information is sometimes the best currency in the realm. But to get the information, currency happens to be currency of the realm, from time to time. I serve now at the behest of the city of Lothlorien, which is ruled by Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. I bring them information that they seek, then can easily just as vanish. I am taking the skills I have learned over 355 years, in scouting from my father, and spying/master of disguise from my grandfather and applying them everyday. I enjoy what I do, and I hope to be doing it for a long long time.