Post by Artamir on Feb 24, 2012 9:11:09 GMT -5
Grey Ships Pass
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Sparring is fun. A real fight .. gory. And rules do not apply.
Name: Artamir
Age: 22
Race: Men
Alliance: neutral
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History:
Artamir is the the third and youngest child of Gerongil, a high noble of Gondor who spends his time seeing to it that the Steward's orders are carried out. Atanar is one of those working more in the background to keep the realm running. They decide on the details and to the fine-tuned planning and concerning everyday life in Gondor that the ruler just doesn't have the time to concern himself with. It is a very honorable position, but one that he is not feeling content with.
The family can trace its line directly back to those Numenoreans who arrived with the ships of the faithful, something they take much pride in, and leads to Gerongil being somewhat dissatified with his station, thinking that his family would be entitled to even higher office. Artamir has two siblings, they are Gerandor, his 27 year old brother, and Seraliel, the sister he never spent much time with.
Artamir enjoyed the typical education of a young noble, including a good command of language in speech and writing, protocol, history, and, especially in his case given the path chosen for him by his father, the art of warfare, and use of weapons.
Since his older brother is the one who is naturally expected to take over the duties as head of he house from his father Artamir's path is that of many young nobles - which lies with the military. Although he did not particularly chose that profession himself he accepted it naturally and is showing great ambition. So far he has not made it into the Tower Guard, but it happy enough with the much more exciting, although also more dangerous, life of an Ithilien Ranger.
Although the relationship to his older siblings is not really strained, there is a certain degree of subconcious competition on his part. That would cause Gerongil a lot of trouble at time, and Artamir is usually determined to go his own way and prove his worth to his father, not realizing that he goes about this with a certain streak of haughtiness or arrogance.
Only recently has he found out just how far Gerongil's discontent with his present station reaches, and he is aware that the day might come when his loyalties are being tested.
Appearance: Artamir is a typical male of his line, who might stand out elsewhere, but not in the company of his kin. He is tall and lean, and has only yet developed part of the muscle that military service and the resulting constant training require and build. The dark hair is cropped at shoulder length so that he can catch it and tie it when necessary so it doesn't fall into his eyes during combat.
His manner of cloting depends much on the occasion. As a soldier he is dresses in the green and gray garments of the Rangers as the others too, but when in Minas Tirith the colors turn more toward blue and black in fine fabric fitting the status of his family.
Weapons: sword, bow, hunting knife - at times a spear
Grey ships pass into the west[/font]
Role Play Sample:
Elrohir had heard the commotion outside and was just about to open the door to maybe hear a bit better while he got ready when his brother came in. "The intruder? Most likely. Let us see what happened."
He wanted to go out instantly, but they should not go unprepared. Elrohir took his sword from the table and handed it over to Elladan after arming himself with a pair of daggers. Then he took his twin's hand and hurried outside. There they encountered a small crowd, but it parted readily to let them through. What they found made Elrohir's jaw drop in dismay.
"Valar! What happened?" Delaren and Calador were lying where they had been taken off the horse, side by side on the ground. Elrohir new after one glance that they were dead. And two elves were taking care of an injured man nearby. That was where the twins headed first, but as they approached Elrohir caught several help seeking glances and hesitated. Death in Rivendell didn't occur often and this time left the elves unprepared.
"Take them to one of the guest rooms. They don't have to lie here on the cold earth." he said in a low voice with a nod at their death comrades. Somebody would have to notify their families. Elrohir just hoped that the duty wouldn't fall to him.
Then he joined his brother who was already busying himself with the man's injuries.
"I see nothing immediately life threatening here, but he lost a lot of blood." he was told.
Elrohir nodded. The man's clothes were soaked and the ground beneath him was already turning slightly dark also. It was amazing how much of a mess even a relatively small amounts of blood could make. But the bleeding had to be stopped soon. "Let us get him into the house." he said, scooping the man up in his arms and was suprised of the weight.
On his way to the house he stopped shortly in front of Aldalenar whose voice he had heard earlier. "And don't just call for father, go and get him!"
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Custom title: Ithilien Ranger
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