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Faramir
Topic Started: Jan 2 2008, 03:38 PM (178 Views)
Faramir
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Name: You can call me by Faramir for now ^.^
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General Information:
Name: Faramir
Alias: Captain of the White Tower, Son of Denethor the second steward of Gondor, Brother of Boromir, Head ranger of Ithilien.
Gender: Male
Homeland: Gondor
Age: 35
In the Service of: Gondor

Weaponry
Weapons: Though Faramir has a sword it was never named. Maybe this will change as the time comes fit to name it. It has been his only sword he has ever owned mostly because he does not have a love for fighting. Seemingly it was forged and ordered special for the steward's son and has a flawless look. The blade is very sharp and hardly needs to be sharpened. The black hilt fits comfortably in both hands. And near the guards the two sided blade is decorated in a light engraving of the white tree's branches and stars. Before the battles in Osgiliath it was praticly brand new, yet now has some scratches and dullness to its blade showing it has seen much action.

Steed Faramir does have a horse. It shows the looks of our day's thoroughbreds and quarter horses; long legs yet has the muscles and elegance of power in its neck and quarters. Though of chestnut coloring you can tell it is a horse of nobility by its training and movement. Faramir named him Firebrand (a sort of honor to the men of Rohan and the knowledge of horses). Though men of Gondor are not talented in the arts of equestrian Faramir has learned much by reading books and talking to his instructors about horses.

Description
Physical Description: Most people have said of Faramir being almost a shadow or replica of his older brother Boromir. They bear almost all the same features as one another. He is a handsome man. His face is not worn and torn by war for being a captain, but rather smooth and young for his age. He allows a lightly kept beard and mustache on his face. He has light brown hair that reaches to his shoulders, and noble normal set silver grey eyes. He stands around 6 foot, and is lightly built. His voice is soothing but a little gruff due to his Gondorian accent. Though you may hardly find him shouting out he can still get a bombing voice out to warn others of an ambush. Many people find that his appearance is kind and gentle. He seems to have a sort of fairness around him that makes you want to have an nice conversation knowing he will not raise a brow to any flaws you have about yourself.

Since these are dark times you will rarely find Faramir in any high fasion. You may find him in his usual ranger styled clothes (Dark green hooded cape, leather over shirt embedded with the white tree of Gondor, tall weather worn boots, pants.. etc). But during war he would get suited into his Gondorian captain armor. The armor is dark silver with the white tree embroided on the front of the breast plate. His silver helmet has two gull wings flared up from right above the eyebrow cover. The shoulder blades are engraved with branches and stars from the white tree. The armor comes with a cape that is dark blue and is edged with a golden fringe. For weapons he carries a taunt long bow that is if stood up next to him it is almost tall as he is. And a two edged sword that is heavily decorated with engravings of the white tree.

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Personality: Faramir has a very gentle nature and has a love for kids, peace, and arts. He hates wars and fighting, but ironically he is a captain of Gondor. His place as captain was not a happy choice of his own but to try to impress his father. He has fallen into a position of head ranger of Ithilien, a region in the milita that does not face battles every day yet is one of the more risky ranks since Ithilien is on the boarder of Morder and has many ambush opportunities. His brother Boromir has praticly taught him all about the stratagy of war. Because of his hate of war he is very kind to others and seems to daydream often. He loves to learn, and listens to every story and piece of history he can get his hands on. He is wise and does not talk when needed. He knows how to fight with a sword and shoot with a bow well, but yet he hates to use either of them even for sport. People have claimed that he is an excellent leader and roll model. Many people have said that his rare nature for a captain makes it look like the blood of the Numenor was still true in the race of men.

Faramir has no rivalry with his brother Boromir. They love each other as friends and help each other a lot. Faramir looks up to Boromir as a roll model, and Boromir tries hard to help his brother fit in with his broken family. Faramir loves his father but it is hard for him at times to believe that he loves him back. Boromir tries to protect Faramir as best as he can even from his father's horrible choices in these dark times of war. They together as we would say have a perfect brotherhood friendship. Faramir hates war and wish there was never such a thing. But due to his father’s ignoring relationship to him, he tries to made him like him by following Boromir into it. He will rush into war even against his own will if it was for the sake of his father.

History: Born on February 26, TA 2983 to Denethor II and Finduilas. They were a loving and happy family yet it all seemed to go down hill since his birth. The next year Ecthelion the II died and Faramir's father, Denethor II, came to the throne as the steward of Gondor. Finduilas fell ill and died five years later. Denethor had always seemed cold toward himself, and the death of his mother greatened this depression. His father almost seemed to blame Faramir for his mother's death and there was no kindness his father ever gave to him. His older brother Boromir, a strong and fierce lad, became a sort of guardian to himself. There was no rivalry between the two even though his father obviously favored Boromir over himself.

Since Denethor was a steward and has a job to take care of in the growing of the shadow from Mordor, Boromir along with tutors helped Faramir in lessons of lore and military strategy. Though Boromir favored weapons and war, Faramir was just the opposite. He leaned more toward the gentle side of life with the love for nature and history. Battles gave him the shivers and he never showed the looks of a true leader because of this.

One day while in the archives reading some books Gandalf the Grey arrived to search for something about Isildur. Faramir liked the wizard and was found hanging around with him almost every day as he searched for the information he needed. Because of his love of lore Faramir learned much from Gandalf along with Sauron and the object of power. Denethor soon found that Faramir was involved with the wizard's search and grew angry. He did not like how his son became friends with the wizard and wasn't afraid to show it toward him.

When they grew older Boromir raised in the ranks of the Gondorian soldier. Though Faramir's eyes he had found that his father,Denethor, seemed to love how Boromir was a natural leader which he often impressed him with his military skills. Faramir had always tried to help his father and wanted him to show some sort of love toward himself. Seeing this as a sort of big cue that his father might actually turn his head and smile upon what he has done, Faramir joined the military and became a captain. Yet, even though through all of this Denethor seemed to only glance at him.

When Faramir was still fighting in Osgiliath with his brother they both had several dreams which all of them told the same thing,

'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.'

Because this troubled them they both went to their father together to tell of him about it. He told them that Imladris was Rivendell, and the home of Elrond half-elven to the north. Faramir grew excited and wanted to partake this journey ahead yet his father frowned upon him thinking of such a thing for himself. Denethor said that Boromir was a better candidate since he is the one most likely to be successfully in bringing this thing of power back home. Faramir was crushed. But Boromir still disagreed and there was an argument that still ended with Boromir going and Faramir staying. The next day Boromir prepared his brother to leave without him. Faramir didn't know how to repay his brother and when he got back he was sure to do something special for him. That morning Faramir charged up to the north ready to partake in this adventure that may change the world forever.

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Sample RP: Still Flying a Firefly RPG

Climbing down into his bunk Jayne gave out a heavy sigh. This morning he got into what now seems pointless feud over some bland tasting, breakfast space food which was the last its type on the ship. Yet if it weren’t for brave old Book and Zoë holding him back he would have gotten his hand on the packet and had a bit more food in his belly to make him a bit more satisfied though out the day. For now he just wanted to just get away from the lot of them. He felt like he was loosing his position in the crew which worried him. Serenity was his only form of income, a trusty and assured income that is, and the thought of him getting shoved down in the crew or even fired from the ship gave him a bit more shivers with that thought then he would like.

Plopping down on his bed he grabbed his fuzzy orange hat that his mother knitted him off the night stand light, and pulled it over his head. If he did get fired from the ship there is the possibility he could stay with his mother for a while before taking off to a good job again, yet there is also the possibility that his mother would ask questions of what he has been up to with the ‘jobs’ he had been hired upon. Answering them would most likely upset her beyond his own comprehension. He would hate to see the day of that happening. For now he guessed he needed to try and keep his head on the ship a bit longer more, even though getting into fights with the crew was fun, it may end up to him getting fired, hurt, or even killed by Mal.

“I don’t know. Maybe the foods gettin’ to me.” He spoke out quietly to himself as he gazed at the floor.

He sat on his bed twiddling his thumbs and thinking about this subject for a while before pulling off the hat and placing it gently back in its rightful spot in his room. He got up, climbed the ladder out, and made his way down to the cargo hold to lift some weights to get his mind off from wondering back to the subject. Down in the hold he grabbed a few weights and shoved them onto the lifting pole. And laid flat on his back on the soft sweaty cushion and started to work at it. It took a while for him to break into a sweat, and just as he started Wash’s voice broke in over the intercom.

“Mal, I got a wave for you, gonna bounce it down, hold on.”

When Wash called this to Mal, it most likely meant they got a job. Getting up he grabbed a towel to whip off the beads of sweat that had started to accumulate on his neck and rushed back to his room to grab his things. In his room he loaded up on his belt three pistols, four knives, and two grenades. He also strapped a knife to his lower right calf, and grabbed his favorite gun Vera.

Heading back to the cargo hold he bumped into Mal. They both stopped dead in their tracks and looked straight at each other. Jayne put on a clueless face while Mal gave off a sort of ‘not this again’ expression which turned into a ‘you know what I am thinking’ in the end. “What?” Jayne said innocently. “One pistol, one knife.” Mal stated. Jayne just stood there with a blank expression to him. “I mean it.” Mal ended. As Mal turned and walked away Jayne didn’t budge. “Damnit.” He cursed to himself. Looking at Vera in his right hand he knew that Mal had the first and last say on this ship and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. But to Jayne he seemed to take away all the fun when it came to a good rootin’ time at starting with a job. But Jayne knew what Mal could do to him, and it wasn’t pretty. Turning back to his bunk slowly he stomped his feet all the way to give off to whoever was close by what had happen between him and Mal.

Soon Jayne was back in the cargo hold with his pistol, and knife. But underneath his clothes he secretly hid another knife to get on the edge of Mal if he were to find out. It wasn’t long before they headed out. Wash drove the Mule out in front with Zoë and Kaylee on the tow while he walked beside Mal on foot behind it. In his mind Jayne hoped that the job was short, quick, and fun with a few fist throwing in between. He needed a good job after being up in the black for so long with nothing to do on the tiny transportation ship.

They got to the building fast, which before he entered Jayne popped in his mouth some gum, and followed silently behind Zoë and Mal studying the area for any threats. So far so good but as they got to the room, he found that beyond the sissy oriental look to it, there was a woman sitting behind a large desk which Jayne thought was the one in charge, he could take her down easily. But behind her was a sinister man…. A big man. Cracking his neck Jayne thought that he would be a bit… a lot harder to take down. Beyond them the other people seemed to be a bit of a tuffy but nothing to bad… nothing as bad behind the girl. Weaving in and out of the conversation to study his foes he missed their names, and most of the reason why they are even there. But all that Jayne could do was wait for any signal from Mal and Jayne would go to work.



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