Post by boromir on Jun 21, 2012 15:59:23 GMT -5
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Boromir II son of Denethor II
Is it not a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! - [ Boromir ] J.R.R. Tolkien.
full name, Boromir II son of Denethor II
nicknames, [ other than what Faramir used to call him when he was three. NONE. and don't ask him what it was ]
age, 3020 TA; 43
class/profession, High Numenor blood, High born of Gondor, son of the Steward. Captain-General of Gondor's armies, Captain and High Warden of the White Tower.
marital status, Engaged; He is promised to someone.
race, Man
alliance, Undecided; loyal to Gondor. For now, he remains with Denethor, though since Faramir left, he had been having his doubts on where he stands.
hair, Dark, medium length, cut at his shoulders.
eyes, Grey-green.
build and body, Tall, and has a warrior's build, broad shoulders.--
anything else, Scars; many. The most prominent ones are the ones across his back and across his belly. Old scars. The scars on his chest of the arrow wounds that he had sustained in Amon Hen.
face claim, Sean Bean.
likes,
He loves his family, and will do anything for them and would do anything to bring them back together. He is fond of all his cousins and aunts and uncles, but most of all, his father and brother.
He has no love for poetry, songs or tales, save for the ones that tell of heroes and battles.
Sword fighting; or with any kind of weapon ( except, maybe bows ) . This is his forte, where he feels most comfortable with. The battlefield is where he belongs. Battle and war is his element.
War strategy, the art, the mechanics of it. As a child he used to spend days pouring over histories of wars and battles past, studying them and their strategies. His sword master Ostoher had also thought him the ways of war, increasing Boromir's interest and love for military tactics.
Gondor; her lands, her people. He will fight, scrape and claw till his last for the people of Gondor and will gladly lay his life down die for his country.
dislikes,
Losing the ones he loves; he has lost many friends in war and battles over the years. Faramir leaving is still a raw and deep injury.
This war. He hates this. He hates that he is fighting men he used to drink and eat and joke with. He hates it that he's going against his own brother, and perhaps even his King. Gondor is divided, and Boromir is torn. Things were much easier when all he had to think about was how to drive a sword through Mordor's heart and defeat its armies.
Feeling useless, or helpless. He hates being unable to help or to fight back. He hates feeling like a lost kite in a storm.
He was brought up to hate Mordor, even as a child, and to do anything to fight and defeat its armies and servants. He distrusts Saruman, despite the wizard being his fathers' ally.
He doesn't like people being roundabout with him. He is direct and blunt with them, and he expects to be treated the same. He hates word games and honeyed truths.
strengths,
His stubbornness; His refusal to give in and give up. His refusal to bend and break. He stands hard, he stands firm with what he believes in.
He is well known for his boldness, his courage and confidence in taking risks, especially in battle and in his strategies. This is more often than not, regarded highly by the other captains, especially since it has lead to many victories.
His ability in battle and in war. His skill with a blade and the strength in his arms. He is widely considered as the best mortal warrior of his time, ( perhaps even, on par with Aragorn ), thus, he is highly regarded by both his father and the army, and greatly admired by his people.
Leadership; he is both compassionate and hard, the markings of a good general of an army at war. He is close with his men, inspiring them, making them give their all of him as he does for them . Despite that, he is willing to sacrifice his men's lives and his own for Gondor. And if it does come to that, his men will gladly follow. He is under no illusion that war is like it is told in the stories. He is aware of the gritty and gory reality of it, and of death. He cannot save everyone, so the question he asks himself is, how many will he save? In war and in battle, he remains focused and composed, a trait hammered into him after several hard lessons in his youth, when his fiery foolishness have caused him to lose more than he gained. This, added together with his skill in battle and commanding personality, he is highly regarded and admired in the army and amongst his men. He has also been trained to lead from the Stewards seat, as a ruler.
Endurance; He can withstand a lot of pain and suffer many injuries before he begins to falter. When he is focused on a mission, he puts his mind, soul and body into achieving that goal. Be it to protect and defend his people and his country or charging into the thick of an enemy horde, he will fight until he had done what he set out to do, or until the last of his strength is burned and the last drop of blood in his veins has been spilt.
weaknesses,
His pride can blind him to his own mistakes and lead him to his own undoing. He does not take to his ideas or opinions to be completely rejected, or set aside, very easily and he will take doing so as an insult.
He can be impulsive and rash, acting on instinct and as his heart commands him to, ignoring the consequences that will occur due to his actions.
He can be quite blunt and forceful with his words, in a way that will seem rude to most and will hurt some, is what he justifies as telling the raw truth and the harsh reality.
The Ring has effected Boromir deeply, even after it was destroyed, causing him to doubt himself and the strength of his will, or lack there of. He also thinks his honour tarnished and he is shamed, because of this and now thinks of himself as unworthy of everything that he has and had been given to him. His moods have also been darker as of late, with his smiles and laughter coming fewer and farther in between, made all the more worse with this new war.
fears,
Losing his father and brother, metaphorically and physically. These two have been the two constants in Boromir's life, and his personality, who he is, has been built around them, especially around Faramir.
Gondor failing and falling into ruin; his whole life has been about defending his country, doing all that he can to protect it's lands and it's people. If Gondor falls, it will mean that he has failed.
Being helpless, unable to do anything. Boromir is a man of action, and the idea of sitting idle or chained from doing anything while everything come crashing down around him, terrifies him.
Marriage. Though he is unafraid of being wed to someone; he fears that he will come to care for whomever who becomes his wife, and in doing so, he is afraid of losing her, or their children ( if they come to have them ). It is one more burden that he has to carry with him into battle.
dreams,
For peace. He wants to see Gondor reunited and at peace again.
For hope. After so long at war with Mordor, now the Ring is finally destroyed, which Boromir had hoped would return hope into his people's hearts and giving them strength to rebuild. And for a time it did, until this new war began.
His father and brother reconciling, and for his father to accept Faramir again and treat him as any good son should deserve from his father.
A King returning to Gondor's throne and the glory of this kingdom returned.
personality,
Boromir is above all loyal to his homeland and his city and he will do anything to return Gondor to it's former glory. He fights to defend those he cares and loves. He is headstrong and determined, he will fight until the last drop of blood from his veins are spilt. Like his father, he is proud, sometimes to a point where he is considered stubborn. Boromir is also a brave warrior, a Captain-General, hailed as the champion of his city and country.
The Ring had made a significant effect on him, even after it's destruction. After Amon Hen, Boromir is a bit quieter, and his moods have been dark ever since then.
There are three things that most prominently describe him.
All his life, he was taught that his duty was to his country. He had served and fought and bled for Gondor. Whatever the cost, his kingdom, his people come before him. That they are more important that he will ever be. He was bred into the line of Stewards, expected to rule in the ever extending absence of the King and serve the King if he should return. He was trained to become a warrior, to obey and lead, to lay his life to protect and defend. To die, so that his people may live. This is what he is. He is a soldier.
Faramir. His younger brother. His little brother. Bound both by blood and by love. Boromir who was five years the elder, was protective and caring of Faramir, since childhood. Even as adults, this relationship did not wane, instead, it only became stronger, especially after they began to fight together, defending their home and country against Mordor. Boromir misses his brother dearly now, after he had left them to follow Mithrandir and to serve Aragorn. Boromir hopes to see him again, preferably under better circumstances. He fears meeting his brother in battle, fighting against him, for he cannot bring himself to hurt him. Not after all they have been through. This is what he is. He is a brother.
His mother passed when he was ten years old, and her death deeply affected Boromir. He loved her and although he has moved past it, there are times where he still thinks of her, remembering her and he wonders what his life would have been like if she had lived. His father had fallen distant and ever colder after his wife's passing, and the shared grief brought Boromir closer to his father. In some ways, he takes care of Denethor, even more so now as the war ravages and divides the country both of them had dedicated their entire lives to. He was always the more favoured of the two sons, thus, Boromir receives the lion's portion of Denethor's approval and attention. Despite this, Boromir is upset by his father's favouritism and thinks that Faramir should have the equal share and has been trying to bridge his brother and father's relationship, though it seems near impossible now that Faramir had chosen to defect to Aragorn's side, he still hopes to bring his family back together again. For now, he remains by his father, out of loyalty and out of love. This is what he is. He is a son.
father, Denethor II son of Ecthelion II, He is close with his father and loves him deeply. He is loyal to him, though recent turns of events have put that loyalty to the test.
mother, Finduilas daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. She passed when Boromir was ten years old. But before that, he was very close to her.
siblings, Faramir; his younger brother. They have been almost inseparable and have loved each other since childhood. He has always been Faramir's helper and protecter as children and this fact has not changed. Even now.
other figures, His old sword master; Ostoher.
lineage, Gondor, House of Hurin. Line of Stewards.
history,
Born 2978 TA, to Denethor and Finduilas, the first son, and heir to the Stewardship of Gondor. Raised in Minas Tirith alongside his brother, Faramir. Boisterous as a child, always seemed to have more energy than his body could take, to a point that he can be considered hyperactive. He did well in his training, learning from several sword and weapon masters over the years. He feels most comfortable, and is most adept fighting with a sword and shield. He is also taught in battle strategy and tactics, which one of his sword masters, Ostoher, had merged together with his sword training by teaching him the ways of war in between training and sparring sessions. Boromir was also moulded into the Stewards office as soon as his sword lessons began, and was taught governance and history by his many tutors, and sometimes his father.
He spent most of his adult years in the army, working his way up instead of simply been given a title and rank. He was stationed in Dol Amroth and Pelargir for a few years to deal with several corsair and Harad threats. He also spent a few years East, even going so far until the Sea of Rhun to treat and keep an eye on the Easterlings. Sometimes he will go North to Rohan, heping the Rohirrim hunt orc bands. But most of his years were spent in the Ithilien and Anorien, defending the borders and meeting Mordor's forces in battle.
3018 TA; Mordor attacked Osgiliath, the siege and battle carried on for ten days. Boromir and Faramir defended the ruined city, leading the garrison there, managing to hold off most of the army from reaching the river. But that was before the Nazguls arrived and Boromir was forced to retreat to the bridge where they made their last stand to hold Mordor off. He had ordered the bridge to be destroyed, causing it to collapse and throwing any who still remained on the bridge into the water, including Boromir and his men. The only ones to survive this were Boromir and Faramir, along with two other soldiers. After this, they returned to Minas Tirith to speak to their father of a dream that came thrice to Faramir and once to Boromir. It was decided by the Council of Gondor that Faramir should go to Imladris to seek the answer to this riddle, but Boromir insisted that he take this quest in his brothers place, for he suspected that the road and journey would be too dangerous ( and he feared for his brother's safety ). Denethor reluctantly gave him his leave and Boromir left for Rivendell the next morning.
In Imladris, he found the shards of Narsil, as the dream prophesised, there, he also found Isildur's Bane, the One Ring. He joined the Fellowship, to help Frodo, the Ringbearer on his quest to destroy the Ring, despite Boromir's suggestion to use the Ring against its own master. On his journey with the Nine Walkers, he slowly succumbed to the Ring's power, day by day falling a little more into the darkness and by every dawn, the Ring's promises seemed more sweeter than they had been the morning before. He was burdened by the fact that he knew how little hope Gondor had in surviving the war, and grew distant from the rest of the fellowship as he became desperate to seek any way to aid his kingdom.
Only Aragorn could manage to talk to him, and while at first, Boromir had rejected Aragorn's claim, he now began to see that this ranger could well be the lost King of Gondor. Even more so after the attack on Amon Hen where he sustained heavy injuries trying to defend the Hobbits, Merry and Pippin from a horde of Uruk-hai (( this event played out differently as it did in the real story, i think... subject to change. Depending on Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship. up for discussion. )) Aragorn had healed his injuries and after Frodo decided to go to Mordor alone ( with Sam coming along ) Boromir turned South, as he had planned, and returned to Minas Tirith.
Since then, the Ring had been destroyed and Boromir resumed his normal duties as the heir to the Stewardship and as Captain General of the White Tower. Often riding out of the city to deal with remnants of Mordor's army, or to command and bolster the garrisons, and raising Gondor's defenses, which he thought queer after a while as what his father was commanding seemed to suggest that he was expecting a large scale attack from an army, not from a few disjointed orc bands. When it became clear to him that Denethor had allied himself with Saruman, Boromir began to doubt his allegiances, even more so after Faramir had left and joined Aragorn, whom Boromir knew and believed to be the true King of Gondor. The king whom the stewards were supposed to bend their knee to, but the one his father refused. Boromir had tried to convince his father otherwise, to no avail. His father was firm and adamant.
During the battle against Aragorn and Rohan, Boromir was at odds with himself. He was going against his king and his brother, but he was serving his father. Where was Gondor? He never found the answer. He let the battle turn in favour of Aragorn and when his forces moved against Minas Tirith, Boromir urged his father to retreat, to ride south. He convinced Denethor by saying that there were many in Minas Tirith that were ready for a King. That will gladly accept his claim, and they would readily betray them and open the gates for Aragorn. And if they stay here they risk dividing the city and turning brother against brother, neighbour against neighbour in the streets. To avoid more bloodshed, they left the city, along with whomever still loyal to the Stewardship, or those who doubt Aragorn's claim, and rode south, before Aragorn arrived at the city gates.
With most of the southern part of the kingdom still loyal to the stewardship, the war is currently at a stalemate. Now, he and Denethor's supporters are based in Dol Amroth (( subject to change according to the rest of the rpers )) His father had arranged for him to be married to Princess Ilanna, Boromir's chosen of the three daughters of King Zariffin of the largest desert tribe to secure the allegiance of the Harad, who have been gathering their strength the past few years, making them a threat to Denethor who is trying to focus his forces against Aragorn.
With Gondor now divided and his people fighting against each other, Boromir is torn. Who does he chose to serve? Yes, his country. But which one? Does he fight for his King? or for his Father? He will fight for his people, but how can he do so if he has to kill his own people?
alias, NANI o D o
age, 17. 18 in bout a month.
experience, been roleplaying since i was 12 or 13.. hm. Boromir maybe half a year now, if that counts for anything
other characters, none yet. though Denethor looks very interesting.
rp sample,
There was a slight chill in the air, but perhaps it's because of the wind. Boromir huffs and quickens his steps, his left hand resting lazily on the pommel of his sword that hung at his hip. The gardens were silent, save for the trickling of a few fountains and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. He had just met with Ilanna, and once again he questioned himself on his choice. Why did he pick the iceberg of the three sisters? Riila and Aneera were sweet and warm. They laughed and smiled and danced. Any man would chose them to be their brides and wives without a second thought. But not he.
Ilanna was polite enough, yes, with her courtesies and faint smiles. But she had an air that froze him. Once, they had fought and his voice had been raised ( He should not have. He seemed to be shouting at everyone that day. ) whilst Ilanna kept a cool tone, shooting down his every word with icy wit. And that was when he saw the strength in her eyes; the cold steel in them. He had stormed away that night, furious and fuming, hating her and her sharp tongue, but by morning he began to respect her, not only as a lady and as his fiancee, but as a warrior.
Will i ever come to love her?
A cat jumped out of a bush and hissed menacingly at him before darting off. He shook his head and stepped through the door. Father should be in his study- no- the night is far too young for that. He will be having his supper. Boromir stopped and turned around, making his way to one of the smaller halls, the private audience chambers. He hoped that his uncle will be dining with them. If he is not .. then, there is only one reason why the Steward will want to see him.
He sighed as he neared the end of the corridor, fiddling with his collar, hoping that it's straightened before pushing the doors open and stepping inside, " My lord," He bowed his head and Denethor gave him a quick glance and a sharp nod.
" I trust your meeting with the Princess went well?" The Steward asked, slicing his meat.
" Well enough," He replied, taking his seat at his Father's right. Uncle Imrahil was not here, " After the fight we had last week, things could be a lot worse,"
" Boromir," His father put his fork down, " I can't have you arguing with her, lest she decides to break this engagement. We need the Harad's allegiance,"
" I know that," Boromir attempts a grin, " And on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy my presence a little bit more after our disagreement. I can almost sense that block of ice in her chest starting to thaw,"
Denethor only frowned and Boromir turned his attention to his meal, " You did not ask me to sup with you to discuss my fiancee, my lord," he said, chewing on his bread, " Has there been news?"
" We have caught a dozen defectors leaving by the eastern road," his father said, contempt clear in his voice.
" Father," Boromir breathed, readying himself for another argument, " We cannot keep doing this. If we throw these people into the dungeons, they will begin to see Aragorn's hand as a kind one. They will begin to rebel,"
" Then, what do you suggest we do?" Denethor growled dangerously, " Allow these men to leave? Give them our blessings as they betray us? One will lead to another, Boromir. If we allow this, more will follow,"
Boromir was silent for a moment, drinking his wine to buy him time to word his thoughts. He did not dare to anger his father. Not when his moods are so delicate, " We must seem the better and kinder side, Father. We must give them reasons to stay loyal to us,"
His father scoffed and shook his head, " These people believe this vagabond to be a king out of legend, a king of old, blessed by the elves and the heavens. No. What do we have that will match that? Bah. Your fool brother believed it. Mithrandir has stolen him from me, turned him against me... filling his head with stories and dreams,"
Boromir winced, hating that Faramir has been brought up, " Father, Aragorn is a good man. I will not stoop to spreading lies and slander about him just so that his claim may be denounced by our people,"
" He has no claim," Denethor snapped, his tone was sharp and final and Boromir quickly fell silent, knowing that it was unwise to continue the subject.
The meal continued, the clattering of their knives and forks against porcelain plates echoing around them. Boromir tried to keep his mind from pondering on the topic, fearing he will speak his thoughts aloud and begin another quarrel with his father. He finished his bread, broth and meat, and waved the slice of apple pie away when a servant brought it to him. He only reached for the wine bottle and refilled his goblet, sipping at it for a while, waiting to see if his father had anything else to say to him, before finally drawing the conclusion that he didn't.
Boromir drained his goblet and pushed his chair back, standing, " It has been a long day, Father, you should rest,"
" Go," Denethor's tone was weary and soft but he did not look to him, " I will call a meeting in the afternoon,"
" I will meet you there, then," Boromir leaned down and kissed his father's head before bowing and walking away.
" They have already taken one son from me," Denethor said quietly, " I cannot lose you too,"
He was silent for a while, studying the Steward's face, " Good night, Father,"
Ilanna was polite enough, yes, with her courtesies and faint smiles. But she had an air that froze him. Once, they had fought and his voice had been raised ( He should not have. He seemed to be shouting at everyone that day. ) whilst Ilanna kept a cool tone, shooting down his every word with icy wit. And that was when he saw the strength in her eyes; the cold steel in them. He had stormed away that night, furious and fuming, hating her and her sharp tongue, but by morning he began to respect her, not only as a lady and as his fiancee, but as a warrior.
Will i ever come to love her?
A cat jumped out of a bush and hissed menacingly at him before darting off. He shook his head and stepped through the door. Father should be in his study- no- the night is far too young for that. He will be having his supper. Boromir stopped and turned around, making his way to one of the smaller halls, the private audience chambers. He hoped that his uncle will be dining with them. If he is not .. then, there is only one reason why the Steward will want to see him.
He sighed as he neared the end of the corridor, fiddling with his collar, hoping that it's straightened before pushing the doors open and stepping inside, " My lord," He bowed his head and Denethor gave him a quick glance and a sharp nod.
" I trust your meeting with the Princess went well?" The Steward asked, slicing his meat.
" Well enough," He replied, taking his seat at his Father's right. Uncle Imrahil was not here, " After the fight we had last week, things could be a lot worse,"
" Boromir," His father put his fork down, " I can't have you arguing with her, lest she decides to break this engagement. We need the Harad's allegiance,"
" I know that," Boromir attempts a grin, " And on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy my presence a little bit more after our disagreement. I can almost sense that block of ice in her chest starting to thaw,"
Denethor only frowned and Boromir turned his attention to his meal, " You did not ask me to sup with you to discuss my fiancee, my lord," he said, chewing on his bread, " Has there been news?"
" We have caught a dozen defectors leaving by the eastern road," his father said, contempt clear in his voice.
" Father," Boromir breathed, readying himself for another argument, " We cannot keep doing this. If we throw these people into the dungeons, they will begin to see Aragorn's hand as a kind one. They will begin to rebel,"
" Then, what do you suggest we do?" Denethor growled dangerously, " Allow these men to leave? Give them our blessings as they betray us? One will lead to another, Boromir. If we allow this, more will follow,"
Boromir was silent for a moment, drinking his wine to buy him time to word his thoughts. He did not dare to anger his father. Not when his moods are so delicate, " We must seem the better and kinder side, Father. We must give them reasons to stay loyal to us,"
His father scoffed and shook his head, " These people believe this vagabond to be a king out of legend, a king of old, blessed by the elves and the heavens. No. What do we have that will match that? Bah. Your fool brother believed it. Mithrandir has stolen him from me, turned him against me... filling his head with stories and dreams,"
Boromir winced, hating that Faramir has been brought up, " Father, Aragorn is a good man. I will not stoop to spreading lies and slander about him just so that his claim may be denounced by our people,"
" He has no claim," Denethor snapped, his tone was sharp and final and Boromir quickly fell silent, knowing that it was unwise to continue the subject.
The meal continued, the clattering of their knives and forks against porcelain plates echoing around them. Boromir tried to keep his mind from pondering on the topic, fearing he will speak his thoughts aloud and begin another quarrel with his father. He finished his bread, broth and meat, and waved the slice of apple pie away when a servant brought it to him. He only reached for the wine bottle and refilled his goblet, sipping at it for a while, waiting to see if his father had anything else to say to him, before finally drawing the conclusion that he didn't.
Boromir drained his goblet and pushed his chair back, standing, " It has been a long day, Father, you should rest,"
" Go," Denethor's tone was weary and soft but he did not look to him, " I will call a meeting in the afternoon,"
" I will meet you there, then," Boromir leaned down and kissed his father's head before bowing and walking away.
" They have already taken one son from me," Denethor said quietly, " I cannot lose you too,"
He was silent for a while, studying the Steward's face, " Good night, Father,"
credit to phips, don't steal!
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(( ALLRIGHT. that should be done and ready. )) (( sorry for the huge load of headcannon in this . ; n ; and if you want me to change anything so that other rpers can have a say in it i will ; u ; )) (( oh and woo. for creating bs-ish names at 4 ish am. ))
