Post by faramir on Mar 22, 2012 5:54:02 GMT -5
Faramir
“If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling, at others' asking, then you have pity and honour from me. And I marvel at you: to keep it hid and not to use it.”
full name, Faramir
nicknames, N/A
age, thirty-five (thirty-six in a few months’ time)
class/profession, captain of Gondor, steward-prince of Gondor
marital status, single
race, man
alliance, against Sauron
hair, light brown and wavy, reaching past his chin; ever since the attack on Osgiliath, the tidiness of his hair has become one of the least of his concerns – all he does nowadays is make sure it is clean and free of any small, hair/head-dwelling parasites
eyes, grey-blue (grey in novel + blue in film → synthesis)
build and body, height – 179 cm (around 5’10); body not as muscular as his brother (Boromir)’s, yet still toned and fit due to physical training
anything else, facial hair – alas, shaving is not as important as defending Gondor
face claim, David Wenham
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likes,
- Boromir – despite Denethor’s obvious favour for his brother, Faramir loves Boromir dearly and is closest to him; Boromir was the one who protected and guided him after their mother’s death.
- Finduilas – Faramir was only five when his mother passed away, yet he still loves – even misses – her. Her death was his first grief.
- Poetry – poetry provokes thought, conjures up and releases emotions. He finds beauty in the ideas found in &/or inspired by poetry – do note, however, that “beauty” to him does not necessarily involve pleasuring the senses; rather, for something to be beautiful to him requires it to evoke a certain ‘special’ feeling within him; a feeling that he cannot explain accurately through words; no, this feeling is best explained using –
- Music – when words fail to express accurately, turn to music. Music can express so much in just one sequence of notes.
- Solitude – He can keep his emotions and thoughts in check in solitude. Noise and (fast) movement can be too extreme for him.
dislikes,
- Death – death causes too much pain – first his mother, then the soldiers of Gondor in Osgiliath, and now the possibility of Boromir’s death.
- War – war guarantees killing, which guarantees death. Nonetheless, he does view war as necessary at times – but only after considering and evaluating other methods of resolving the conflict.
- Conflict – causes disorder and chaos; sometimes they’re just trivial matters, but not everyone perceives them as such.
- Being judged as “weak” – while he is not one to flaunt his intelligence or strength, he would very much appreciate it if someone would just abolish the assumption that loving the arts equals being weak.
- Denethor favouring Boromir over him – just because there isn’t any brotherly rivalry or jealousy doesn’t mean Faramir is fine with the way Denethor neglects him as a father.
strengths,
Faramir is an open-minded person, considering different viewpoints for almost any subject at hand, not to mention he is willing to consider new ideas. He is also introspective, often analyzing his own mental and emotional processes in hopes of a(n even) better understanding of himself, as well as contemplative, a trait influenced by his rather gentle upbringing, including his childhood friendship with Gandalf. The death of his mother and his father’s neglect, however, have stopped him from drowning his head in the clouds; rather, he is realistic – his decisions and actions are based on reason, and he tries not to act purely by his emotions, not to mention he thinks before he acts. He is also quite diligent, willing and able to work hard and persist – this is driven by his duty to protect Gondor, as well as his desire fore his father’s acceptance, even pride. Nonetheless, he has learnt through his father’s attitude towards him that being rude to someone would (ultimately) result in low self-esteem, or a decrease in self-respect, hence his politeness.
weaknesses,
While courteous to those he meets, Faramir is close to none, with the exception of Boromir and Gandalf. Yet he can be easily moved – that is, by anyone who isn’t an orc or some slippery, grey thing. Children and women, especially, not to mention the ill. He can be quite blinded by their misfortune (or what he perceives as misfortune), as grief, to him, is (one of) the worst thing anyone can feel. Of course, his caution knows no bounds; he can be quite suspicious, mostly of strangers, but some men in Minas Tirith are loyal to Denethor. Who knows – Faramir could be banished anytime with a small lie whispered into his father’s ear. And because of his father, he is extremely self-critical; he is hard on himself, especially when Denethor criticizes him. He is desperate for his father’s acceptance, almost always feeling distraught and distressed (depending on the situation, as well as any time restrictions) whenever Denethor condemns him. He also has a tendency to keep his opinions to himself, except when in dire situations.
fears, Boromir dying, Gondor falling, Denethor (officially) rejecting him as his son
dreams, He longs for peace in Gondor, as well as his father’s acceptance.
personality,
Faramir is an individual, thinking&feeling on a different wavelength from the mass. Yet this wavelength is not detached from the mass – the arts have taught him the instinctive ‘darkness’ in men; darkness such as power-hunger, greed, lust. This darkness, however, does not repel him; rather, it invokes a sort of pity in him, motivates him to look after others, for who better to save them from darkness than one who knows of, perhaps even understands, it? Nonetheless, Faramir does not enjoy being physically in a crowd of people, nor does he like confined places or loud noises. It is difficult for him to keep track of his thoughts and emotions in these situations (although war is forcing him to improve on this, his solution being to focus on only one thing: winning).
A conceptual person, Faramir considers spiritual aspects more important than the material world, and thus does not have high living standards. Furthermore, he chooses to see inner beauty (again, his definition of ‘beauty’ being something that conjures a special feeling that cannot be accurately described/explained with words) instead of outer beauty – in fact, those with inner beauty can be aesthetically pleasing to his eyes, while those without are, well, not aesthetically pleasing. As for love – love, to Faramir, whether purely platonic or involving sexual attraction, cannot be moulded: he cannot possibly pick someone out and transform them into what he desires; rather, he can only wait for them to come along as what he desires.
Despite being close only to Boromir and Gandalf, as well as his preference for solitude, Faramir loathes loneliness, and he is not ashamed of this. Loneliness is not a feeling he can just throw to a side, nor can he solve it by finding company, as it occurs when he cannot find|feel at least a strong commonality between him and another. However, this is not to say that he is not kind or friendly - in fact, he possesses a charm that draws others to trust him. Yet he often steps out of the spotlight, pushing attention away from him, only commanding it when necessary, such as during a battle defending Gondor.
Faramir does not like confinement – both physical and metaphoric. The more restrictions there are, the more suppressed his individuality is. He thrives best in freedom, which is rare for him now due to the war and his duty, as well as his father. The war is terribly heavy on his shoulders and, coupled with his habit of keeping his troubles bottled up inside, the chances of him breaking down is increasing.
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father, Denethor II, twenty-sixth ruling steward of Gondor
mother, Finduilas of Dol Amroth
siblings, Boromir, captain-general of Gondor
other figures, Gandalf
lineage, Gondor
history, Faramir was born to Denethor II and his wife Finduilas of Dol Amroth in the year 2983 of the Third Age. His brother, Boromir, was five then. As the younger brother, Faramir had a milder upbringing than Boromir, resulting in a gentle appearance. Denethor perceived this as a sign of weakness, and thus favoured Boromir over Faramir. Nevertheless, the two brothers lived closely, loved equally and deeply by their mother.
A wizard named Gandalf would make occasional visits to Minas Tirith. Faramir looked up to him, saw him as a mentor. He acquired as much knowledge as he could from Gandalf – including the death of Isildur. Denethor, however, did not approve of their friendship, and so grew even more dissatisfied with Faramir.
Faramir was five when his mother died. Her death drove Denethor mad – he became cold and detached from his family, all the while letting his favour for Boromir show even more. Still Faramir remained close to Boromir – in fact, he became even closer – for who else did he have? His mother, who loved him wholeheartedly, loved him as much as she loved his brother – gone. Forever. She could only exist in his memories, and even then at that young age he knew she was dea – …not alive. He sought and found consolation in art – poetry, first, followed by music when his emotions were too heavy, too complex, too difficult to explain.
He grew up to become a soldier, although the training he received from Denethor was not as excellent as Boromir’s. Along with Boromir, he commanded the defence of Osgiliath against Sauron’s forces. Around this time, a strange dream had thrice appeared in Faramir’s sleep, and once to Boromir, in which a voice spoke out a riddle. They told of this dream to Denethor. Upon learning that the riddle pointed to Rivendell, Faramir wanted to go, but the task was given to Boromir.
Faramir now remains behind to defend Gondor. Because of his father, he does not stay in Minas Tirith often, only returning whenever he picks up important information. Instead, he travels all around the kingdom, hoping to catch any enemy forces before they reach too close to Minas Tirith.
alias, Friedrich
age, eighteen
experience, 4.5 years
other characters, N/A
rp sample,Faramir half-jolted awake before dawn. Looked down and saw that he had moved quite incessantly in his sleep; the blanket had been shifted into a bundle, while creases sliced the bed sheet all over, remnants of the dream – whatever it was, he could not remember it. Nor did he bother to do so. Kept his eyes open and inhaled deeply through his nose, breathing in the all-too familiar smell of reality – t(his) reality: white on white, pseudo-monument built on a hill, white dominant over black, just one wall of black. No k[K]ing no peace. He searched every surface, wall, bed, floor for a streak of moonbeam but (and([?]?)) found none. Missing Moonlight. Darkness.
Hidden t[T]houghts. Darkness. He chose, for just a minute, a moment, a small while, to let the light go. He wanted it to stay dark, where he could release his thoughts, send them flying off – yet stay near the ground, floor, the surface on which his feet stood. He could think at peace here and(&?) now. Now where (not when, where) silence takes over noise. Now where things could be compared to (back) then. Back then where (again, not when) Boromir was in Minas Tirith & not Rivendell. In Minas Tirith by his[Faramir]’s side. Back then with the sunset & grey stones, two horses, all this music, grey beard & grey robe, three horses, entering the walls of white, leaving, eyes forever forward, back the final view of you… dependent clause after dependent clause after dependent clause ((which Back Then? Or was there only one, was it only one?)).
Still not dawn. He[Faramir, he was Faramir] could not return to sleep, not with this heavy solitude around him. He paced the room quietly, thinking of his brother again. He could not even write an unsent letter to him, for fear of his[their] father’s mind; all possibilities of ink to parchment, (un)smooth words exploding out like a bruise on (un)equally smooth skin, had been thrown away the moment they were considered. No, he could only take silent steps in the dark, and think one in his head. Always, everything, always, always in his head.
credit to phips, don't steal!
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