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I'm going totally Tauredain this time 'round.

Name: They call me Slythe.

Ruling realms: leave ruling to the high and mighty, I just want to make a buck.

Race/gender: I'm human, a human female.

Faction name: I'm the CEO of South Harad Trading co.

Allignment: None. I'm a businesswoman, picking a side's bad for income.

Allies: Anyone who pays me.

Enemies: All those whiny, blue-blooded nature preservists and animal rights activists.

Story:

I'm nothing all that special. I mean sure, I've rendered most men slack-jawed and breathless when they first look at me (she's really really attractive) but my real talent isn't my looks. You see, I'm a criminal.

Or at least, that's what you may call me. I am an acquirer and seller of rare and valuable merchandise. Endangered animal pelts, exotic pets, nigh-unattainable fruits, spices, materials, artifacts, so on and so forth. And I admit, most of what I do would, to the common man seem immoral. In fact, I sometimes have to do ridiculously illegal things such as bribery, theft, and even murder, to get what my clients want. But the means justify the ends: I'm probably the richest woman alive. Of course, you're probably expecting some sob story, for example: "My daddy died in the war and mommy died of grief, so I was brought up with my extremely poor aunt who was always mean to me." But nothing like that ever happened to me. My child life was good. I was the daughter of the wealthiest family in my Far Harad Jungle village, and my dad was trying to hook me up with rich boys from other families at 16. Eventually I got fed up with it, so I stabbed him in his sleep and framed it on a boy I didn't like. And no one even suspected me, I put on an excellent show.

Eventually I grew up, put together a band of "friends" and started hunting. Eventually we got so good, me especially that I decided to use my total lack of conscience and morals to go into business acquiring rare merchandise through any means necessary. The folks in the North fell right for my trap. I got very rich very quick. And now look at me: supremely rich, and very very good at hunting. Better still, the north not only has no clue of the shady dealings I'm involved in, but they're still buying!

Equipment: specially made mithril daggers, a specially crafted hunting bow, and boots that have been made by a Dwarven runesmith so that she makes little to no noise as she walks. The clothing she wears is little and light, given that it's extremely hot and humid in the jungle.

Name: Quetzalcoatl

Realms Ruled: None, but I hold a fair amount of sway amongst my people, the Tauredain.

Race/Gender: I'm a human male, Tauredain origin.

Faction name: Tauredain

Alignment: Good, like the rest of the Tauredain.

Allies: None, currently. He and his people spent their lives fighting Sauron's lot, with no help from the North.

Enemies: Moredain, Limwaith, Southern Near Haradrim, Half-Trolls

Story: Quetzalcoatl is the most talented warrior amongst the Tauredain. He was given the name "Quetzalcoatl" or "Man who fights like dragon" after he descended from the trees upon a group of Moredain warriors and slew them all. The soldiers present said that he had the ferocity of the dragons of old. Despite this Quetzalcoatl is a kind person, if occasionally strict and rigid. He doesn't hold a command position, but his soldiers look up to and even revere him. He respects King Elessar for being the leader who led that attack that ultimately allowed Frodo to destroy Sauron, but he resents most of the North. He believes that the North didn't even acknowledge the contributions the Tauredain had made to the war against darkness, a belief which strengthened when the second war with the other factions began and the North didn't even realize the battle was happening.

Equipment: His primary weapon is a very large two-handed Maquahuitl. He's also got a bow and arrow, and is very skilled with it, though not as skilled as with his Maquahuitl. His armor consists of metal scaled armor, with a leather overlay upon which are many decorations denoting his status.