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| Boromir; Captain of the White Tower | |
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| Boromir | Dec 31 2007, 05:39 PM Post #1 |
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Captain of Gondor
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About You Name: Greg Contact Info: Gregorotto1138M(AIM), Gregorotto88@yahoo.com (YIM/E-mail), Gerg_Sven@hotmail.com (MSN) Characters on WotR: Gollum How Did You Find Us?:I made WotR, foo. General Information: Name: Boromir (The Second, should he become Steward) Titles: Captain-General of Gondor, Captain of the White Tower, High Warden of the White Tower, Steward-prince of Gondor Gender: Male Homeland: Gondor Age: 40 In the Service of: Gondor Weaponry Weapons: Astaldomegil was forged in Dol Amroth, and of all the swords Boromir has used in his life, it is the most steadfast and true when it comes to battle. The sword is a fine silver color, its scabbard made of oak from West Gondor’s forests, with bits of metal to bind it as well as for design. The blade itself is long, with a build like older swords so that blood may run down the blade as well as for weight. Worn on his left side, it is his primary weapon. He also wears a small hunter’s knife from South Gondor which he not only rarely uses, but most times forgets. And though he did not bring it with him, he has a fine bow made from wood from Ithilien. Armor: While in the service of his father, Boromir bears the armor of a soldier of Gondor, a plate armor set, silver from head to toe with the emblem of the white tree imprinted across the breastplate. However, it has been some time since he has worn that armor, and he instead finds himself in chainmail, strong and protecting him, though he prefers his plate armor. Bits of his clothing are made of leather, adding another layer of protection, and his cloak is quite durable in its own right. The most notable armor he has, though, is that of his shield, a large metal shield with oak built into it, and painted to match his attire. The shield is small enough to be worn on his left arm, though he holds it, and he is quite proficient with it. A nod to his plate armor are his gauntlets, a very hard leather bit that bears the White Tree. With the exception of a color difference (brown instead of silver), they look exactly like the gauntlets he would wear in his breastplate. Description Physical Description: Boromir is a tall and powerful man, the image of what a man should be in Gondor. Standing nearly six feet, he is strong, made of mostly muscle. His face is hard, but not unfriendly, worn from his time spent in the service of Gondor. His hair, worn decently long like most Men of Gondor, is a brownish color, though once it was much darker than it was, taking after his father. Both himself and his brother Faramir gained this lightness from their mother, their father carrying the darker hair of the House of Húrin. He wears his face clean in most seasons, but grew it out just before Sauron’s attack on Osgiliath, a month before his departure to Rivendell. His eyes are a green-blue, though often more blue and grey. He has a few lines on his forehead, and his eyes look as though they are constantly analyzing something. It is in his smile that he can display the most emotion, his eyes betraying someone looking at him. His mouth is the gateway to his emotions, and his deep eyes to his soul-one requires the other. While not in his plate armor, and he has not been for some time, Boromir wears his normal tunic as an undertunic, varying turquoise colors on the shirt in more dark or light varieties, as well as a silver sleeve, resembling armor and thin, revealing another undertunic that holds to his skin, of the same color pattern and with a larger V-neck effect than the first undertunic. The matching pants to go with these is also turquoise, the darker kind. Above this, he wears a chainmail shirt, running down his torso and his arms. This is only seen between his forearm and just above his wrists, the rest obscured by more clothing. The next layer is a red-sleeved, lighter turquoise shirt, fine in material. It buckles across the throat, though wears itself loose enough not to choke him, and buttons down the V-neck, silver emblem going all around its edges. The red sleeves, going only a bit down his forearm, is maroon, with pale yellow symbols-flowers, said to have been the flowers of the White Tree-and fine design made by the seamstresses of Rohan. His pants, a second layer, matches the top’s turquoise, and above that, he wears an overshirt that runs to his ankles. Sleeveless and again turquoise (though the inside is maroon), it sometimes looks as leather, sometimes as cloth, sometimes both. This is because a thin layer of leather is under the cloth of this tunic. His hands are protected by a set of dark brown leather gloves, which run under his chainmail, and above both of those, he wears a strong leather gauntlet bearing the White Tree and tree-like designs, made specifically to resemble his plate armor’s gauntlets. His boots are a black-brown color, though often obscured by mud, and run up his legs to just below his knees. He wears a belt across his waist-above the overtunic-where he keeps his sword, as well as the Horn of Gondor, a horn that, should he ever need to rouse Gondor to action, he can (though he doesn’t believe he can call Gondor from Rivendell, that’s a fool’s belief) by blowing three times. Also worn with a belt is his shield, across his chest, the front of the shield facing behind him. This is worn outside of his cloak, a fine green cloak running to his ankles, with a hood to boot. Avatar: Sean Bean Personality: Boromir has the makings of a fine leader, and he should-he is Heir to the Stewardship of Gondor. Charismatic, strong, and quite the orator, he is friendly and unafraid, but this is often a mask, or a first impression that might mislead a person from the truth behind his eyes. Boromir is those things, those things and more. He is concerned, planning, and always looking out for his kingdom, his people, and his pride. His natural traits he uses as a shield, holding back the world at large, while the rest wonders how he can deal with that world beyond merely pushing it back. Boromir was raised and always was a leader. He is charismatic, able to get along well with both the people and the troops of Gondor, getting their spirit and their hearts up. He is unafraid to go into these crowds, thus giving off the feeling that he truly cares, and he does. He knows that they need escape from the red reality of Mordor on their doorstep. He knows their concerns, their wants and needs. And it is in that that he will make a fine Steward one day. He is also a fine soldier, and quite fearless, but not because he is. He has to be, to inspire and drive his fellow soldiers to do their best, in the name of Gondor and his father, the Steward. Boromir is strong and takes the weight of the world on his shoulders, almost unnecessarily. He would do anything to save Gondor, and fears the worst, being something of a pessimist. This is not entirely true: he is a realist, and sees the world for that it is, not behind some golden sense or some an ivory tower. The world is a hard place, and everything is a battle, and you must do your best to win it, or die knowing you gave it your all. Fight for what you love, against what you hate, and from your heart. The world is cruel, but there is something worth fighting for. Boromir’s something is Gondor, her people and her towers. He loves it above all things, and will do anything to save it from the abyss. He finds out what he has to do, does it without fear, but that doesn’t mean he won’t regret or feel bad about it afterwards. He acts on feeling, often, on impulse, but the impulse is educated impulse, he won’t suddenly jump from a building because he feels like it. Boromir is one to let his worries and woes build up. Rarely do they get to the point where he loses himself in them, but to those closest to him, they know if something is wrong with him. But he does his best to shield this from the world, to hide it so he can take on the world without anyone trying to save him. They have their own problems to worry about, and Boromir is strong. He can take care of himself, and while he’s at it, everyone else. In this, Boromir does not seek a wife nor a love, he has a love for his people and wishes to protect them. Besides, he doesn’t have time to pursue the affairs of a grander court. Not in the state Gondor is in. His father, though distant, maintains a good relationship with his first-born son, and though Boromir can’t say he doesn’t enjoy this, he feels for his younger brother, disliking how his father either ignores the younger man’s exploits altogether or chastises him for minute and pointless things. Faramir is a wonderful captain in his own right, and Boromir suspects his father blames Faramir for their mother’s death, being that she took ill after his birth. Boromir doesn’t blame Faramir at all, and instead loves his little brother very much-they are the best of friends, after all. But he has loyalty first to his father and Steward. History: Boromir was born to Denethor II and Finduilas in 2978, two years after their union. Born during his grandfather, Ecthelion II’s rule, he was raised very close to both of his parents, the only of Denethor’s two sons to know both his father and his mother’s love for a time, let alone without a brother to compete with. Five years, Boromir had his parents and grandfather to himself. One of his favorite pastimes was to listen to the men of the court talk about battle, talk about honor traits a man should have, and the deeds of the old Stewards, Kings, and Great Men of Old. He admired them, and ran about pretending to be the grand defender of Gondor who would finally drive back the Orcs of Mordor. This activity increased when his parents told him that he was to have a partner-in-crime: his mother was pregnant. He was overjoyed-finally, another boy to play with! Boromir spent his time learning, though he was hardly interested in lessons of art, lore, or arithmetic unless it involved battle, valor, and courage. Soon, his mother gave birth. The birth changed everything for him. His little brother, named Faramir, was certainly what he expected. It was his power over everyone about him. His mother became sick more often, very pale and frail, and thus was much less active than she once was. In this, Denethor was much colder to the boys, particularly Faramir, who Boromir never saw his father hold. Less than a year after Faramir’s birth, their grandfather Ecthelion died, making their father the second Denethor, Steward of Gondor. All time that could have been spent with him was lost, as he had armies to lead and a nation to manage, let alone the White City. A heavy burden was placed on Denethor, and Boromir understood this, and was keen to teach Faramir was he grew. Finduilas, on the other hand, had random bouts of feeling better and suddenly being bed-ridden, cared for by nursemaids and always with a swift messenger to send messages to their father should she need him or something happened to them. Boromir assisted his mother and her maids in raising Faramir, their father a shadow to them. But after barely five years time, the sickness Finduilas had contracted after Faramir’s death claimed her life. Boromir understood how she had gotten it. It was far too often that women in Minas Tirith died while giving birth to children. At his young age, he understood death well enough-every boy his age did, it was on the doorstep of Gondor, their very horizon was black with it. The air smelled of impending doom from Mordor, all at once, or at least it had during his lifetime. Faramir was too much for his mother’s body to take, and despite living through it, she could not recover. But Boromir also knew this, in his childish bitterness: if he didn’t raise Faramir, who would? Their father? Denethor had Gondor to worry about, and in that, Boromir felt a sense of overwhelming duty as a child, and decided to put aside his resentment, for good, against his brother, and be the best friend a brother could be to another brother. He taught Faramir of the ancient battles, while he learned of everything else from the loremasters and tutors Denethor had teaching the two. Faramir, unlike his brother, seemed to take well to lore and the like, but also well to Boromir’s love of manly traits and battle in the name of one’s country, taking in the best of both worlds, though the latter somewhat forced on him by his older brother’s very nature. As Boromir entered his teen years, he began training as a soldier of Gondor, though his father pulled a few strings for him to get up the success ladder. He hardly needed the help: Boromir was a natural leader, and a wonderful soldier. He was meant for the fight, and knew his way around a sword fight like a fish to swimming. He rose the ranks quickly, though he was modest where he could be in his youth. Charismatic, he became popular amongst his fellow soldiers and his superiors, and soon, among the people of Gondor. His little brother Faramir even ordered a set of armor for a young boy so he could be like his brother. Boromir often pleased his father, and loved to do so, as it gave him a huge sense of satisfaction. But, he noticed as time went on, his brother was often chastised by their father for little things, petty things, and after a few years of this, Boromir finally spoke up to his father. This was the first time he had done so without being selfish or just simply being a child. He meant everything he said and he had thought about it. Denethor, while astounded, understood and left it alone, though his nit-picking would continue for a number of years. Faramir soon became a soldier, but while also a leader, he was better suited for the Rangers, and thus went into Ithilien. The two made a point to see each other as often as they could, often hearing of the other’s work in battle. Boromir’s life has long been this, well over half of it. In 3018, as the War with Mordor continued to grow worse and worse, more against Gondor than ever, it was a June night that astounded Boromir greatly in his 40 years of life. Sleeping at the garrison in Osgiliath, he had a vision. The eastern sky of Gondor grew dark, and thunder rumbled across the sky, lightning with it. But in the far West, a pale light shined. He heard a faint voice, clear despite the faintness of it, say: ” Seek for the Sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur's Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand.” Boromir awoke in the middle of a sudden raid. Orcs were charging Osgiliath, trying to retake it. Boromir quickly charged onto the battlefield, shouting orders. At the last minute, the Rangers of Ithilien entered, saving the garrison and assisting Boromir, who fought desperately in the front lines, drive back the Orcs of Mordor, even beyond the bridge that divided East and West Osgiliath. To ensure it never happened again, Faramir and Boromir engineered a strike on the bridge, destroying it. The two celebrated with the troops, who were the happiest the brothers had ever seen them. As the celebrations continued, they told each other in private of their dream, deciding that since they both had had it, they had best inform their father, as neither understood it entirely. Their father was wise in the lores of old, especially with Gondor, and knowing Isildur was mention, their father would likely know. Thus, upon telling him, he revealed that Imladris was Rivendell, the home of Elrond, a lord of the Elves. Denethor suspected that the Doom mentioned, Isildur’s Bane, was the One Ring, found, and that it could be a powerful weapon against the forces of Mordor. Faramir volunteered to go, as Boromir was instrumental to the war effort. Both brothers agreed. Denethor disagreed, saying that Boromir was more likely to successfully bring the Ring to Denethor, or to guarantee it would come to Minas Tirith, at the very least. Neither could argue, though Boromir later questioned his father openly in the courts of the White Tower as to why he favored him. He gave no real answer, and two weeks later, he was off, alone on horseback. The last person he spoke to before leaving was his brother Faramir, saying “Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good.” The trip took him through Rohan, stopping in Edoras to have an audience with King Théoden and his son Théodred, find them quite agreeable, along with Théoden’s niece and nephew, Éowyn and Éomer, the former he found to be quite beautiful and the latter quite the companion, and quite similar to himself and his cousin. He did not stay long, heading for the Gap of Rohan. He began to notice odd things in what Théoden had said would be the keep of the Wizard Saruman, such as smoke rising out from behind the walls of Isengard and parts of the forest his map told him was Fangorn missing-this was curious. Why would a Wizard do this? Were Wizards not friends of nature? He did not ponder this question long, not feeling particularly safe, and crossed the Ford of the Isen and entered into Eriador. Soon he came to Tharbad, a crossing over a ford, where the bridge looked to be weak and certainly ancient. In the rain, he attempted to cross, and did so until the very end, where the bridge gave way. Luckily, planning on this, he was not strapped to his steed, and with the necessary supplies, he managed to grab onto the edge, jumping off of his horse. Sad to see it go, however, he continued the next half of his trip quite irritating on foot, but without a choice he did not let it bother him too much. He met many Men, strange Men, and did get into a fight with a few, calling themselves Men of Dunland (Théoden did warn him of them, calling them Wildmen). After killing a few, he continued his trip in haste, knowing that they would pursue him, and finally, after losing them, came to a strange ford in what he assumed was October, for it was getting colder (though he knew it was being in the North and not the South, his home). He had finally arrived in Rivendell, late one night, on October 24th, he learned. Elrond was preparing a Council on the fate of the Ring, which did indeed exist. And also in the hands of a Halfling, one Frodo Baggins. Misc. Info Did you Read the Rules? I am the rules =D |
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