Name: Legrace [le-GRAT-say] , English translation = “fun”
Race: Maia
Gender: female
Age: ageless
Height: in physical form, it depends on whom she is with. Unsually tall.
Physique: buxom & curved figure
Hair Color: dark red
Eye Color: dark brown, black
Marital Status: married, 2 children
Her husband has been unable to father children since he turned to darkness, a curse that has grieved Legrace for the length of their life together
Occupation: housewife/tower-wife?
Outfit: Always immaculately and appropriately attired: prefers gowns of dark blue.
Has many jewels but usually wears only her Wedding Ring: mithril with a luminous blue stone
Description: "She was tall and carried herself with elegance: a noble lady at full stature, neither impressionable nor lacking in confidence. Striking and bewitching were the black eyes usually full of amusement; now, they were questioning. One expressive arched eyebrow was raised as she regarded the spirit. Her face was exquisite with a sweet, open expression incongruous in her current surroundings. Her uncased and uncoiffed hair was long, thick, and dark red like expensive wine.
Not the delicate loveliness of the queens of the Eldar was her incandescent beauty but something rather different. Despite her gentle movements, there was something smoldering just below the surface, something sensuous and a little wild, a little dangerous."
"Lo! She was a flame! The eyes and the minds of the Children of Iluvatar could not comprehend the Blessed Ones, and thus she appeared to them as a flame of dark blue, indigo, and deep rose shot through with lightning veins of silver and gold."
Means of Travel: riding sidesaddle, usually an excellent grey horse (over the millenia, she has had many horses, their lives are so short)
Weapons of Choice: None
On this subject, Legrace says: ”I am not armed,“ she replied. “And even if I were, I would hardly be a threat to anyone save, perhaps, a roasted goose. A sharp tongue is necessary when one cannot use a sharp blade.“
Skills Include: seduction, “influencing” , transmutation... abilities and powers almost completely untapped
--The song is Legrace’s usual means of influence. The seemingly delicate, insidious power woven by her voice slips into the slightest chinks and weaknesses in any defense. Even Manwe was once held captive by her song.
--The kiss is potent. Usually, she allows lovers to initiate the first kiss to avoid the corruption of enchantment. A kiss can heal, ensnare, influence, or work powerful magic.
--The flame of love is most infinitely powerful when she seems vulnerable. Any creature who freely and willingly makes love with her will be forever bound to her in mind, heart, and soul.
Personality: genteel and ladylike manners, appalled by any show of ill-manners
clueless, curious, madcap, meddling, merry, selfish
opinionated and snobbish but dislikes any shows of obeisance
“The merriest creature that has ever existed,” according to Tulkas the Vala.
Legrace’s essence is a flame, and in her true state, she burns with love and joy. Never has any evil touched her: although she long dwelt in darkness, it did not diminish her own light. As a slave to her own encompassing love for her husband, she never left him despite his descent into darkness. Although their parting was foreseen at the dawn of time, she dwelt with him until circumstances rent them permanently from one another. She blames the Valar, who refused to help her, for abandoning Middle-earth to Melkor and thus sentencing her to her fate of eventually losing her beloved forever.
As ancient and powerful as she is, she has no concept of her own abilities, and her usual pursuits of seduction and merriment do not tap the deep wells of unused power somewhere within her.
By the Third Age of the Noldor on Middle-earth, her compassion and empathy was complete due to the grief and heartache of thinking her beloved lost in the Fall of Numenor and after the War of the Last Alliance.
The Noldor were the only creatures who she even compared to her beloved, and her affection for and attraction to them led her to walk among them many times, usually in anonymity, giving and taking pleasure as she liked. Other elves were far less interesting
Mortal Men are a puzzle to her, for they seem silly, frivolous, and fragile. Their lives are but a blink of an eye, and they are ever aging and growing dull, grim, and humorless. Still, she envies them their Gift: the ability to escape the Circles of the World through death. Her own pain and grief and loss could never be escaped.
Only one creature ever has Legrace despised: Melkor, who led her beloved astray, thus starting the chain of events that would rip him from her forever.