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nosimplewalk) wrote2015-05-22 08:46 pm
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RUBY CITY; a p p l i c a t i o n
PLAYER
Name: Mil
Age: 29
Personal Journal: supernalprince
E-mail: clowyamma@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: clowyamma @ plurk.
CHARACTER
Name: Boromir
Canon: Lord of The Rings; books.
Age: 41.
Timeline: Post Death.
Personality:
Boromir has many shades of valiant, courageous, glorious, and cunning traits. He also has many shadows of doubt, deceitfulness, and weakness.
His father is the Steward of Minas Tirith –– Gondor, and Boromir is the city's captain, the realm's protector. He has proven himself time and time again quite capable. To his father, Denethor II, Boromir simply is without comparison. As it were, Boromir was privileged with his father's unconditional love, as well as most of Gondor's admiration. However such attention created an uncomfortable rift that stirred between Denethor II and his two children; Boromir the eldest and Faramir the youngest. Because of Denethor's blatant favoritism toward his eldest son, Boromir always held high expectations for himself; so to be worthy of all the recognition. However, Boromir held some resentment toward the praises from his father because Denethor did not treat Faramir the same and Boromir did not like how belittling his father treated his little brother. Boromir would intervene where and when he could to recognize his brother Faramir in his father's presence to both show the support his brother rarely received and to show Denethor that Faramir was also due for credit for his feats as well. Boromir could win numerous and dangerous battles against his enemies but he could not find the peace that would resolve his family's problems. This experience with his family may likely be why Boromir was far more content as a soldier rather than pursuing to be a family man himself.
Boromir loved all of his family: Denethor, Faramir, and his late mother Finduilas of Dol Amroth. He was at a small age when his mother passed. His mother suffered from depression and the disease can be inherited and quite possibly could have been passed to Boromir as he is not without his sorrows. Boromir can be easily discouraged through situations in which he feels has gone out of his control. He is relatively grounded and would rather believe in his own ability than any magical alternative. He puts a lot of faith in the strength in men but he knows their weakness as well.
Boromir has high expectations to meet and if he were to fail those expectations then he is essentially proven himself unworthy of his recognition -- which can be devastating to his overall character. Enough so that he would put energy into unhealthy and self-destructive actions.
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 set off on a quest to decipher the dream that haunted both his brother and himself, a weighty task. His journey took him a total of 110 days, and he still pressed on even with the loss of his horse in Tharbad. This shows his determination and devotion to his tasks. At the Council of Elrond he tried to convince the council that the One Ring should be kept in Gondor, a city that was in defense against the evils of Mordor. Boromir was convinced, entirely, that the ring would be kept safe there. However the council denied this request because of the idea that Sauron would sense it there. Accepting this truth, Boromir decided to join the Fellowship of the Ring in hope to protect Gondor best he could by succeeding in the mission to destroy the One Ring. This is the first time in his life in which he is not in command but now in follow of command. Through this experience we learn that Boromir can be reasoned with and even though he may have strong feelings for something he can accept rejection for his ideas or feelings.
Once facing the Elven realm of Lothlorien, Boromir insisted that the group find another way around, becoming quite anxious in face of the forest. However, he was denied and once inside Lorien Boromir was tested by the Lady Galadriel, which made him incredibly uncomfortable: leading him to question once again if destroying the One Ring was absolutely the only way. Once the group was on their way, Boromir's stature became more significantly shaken with the idea that the Ring must go to Minas Tirith. A sour persuasion turned even more ugly when Boromir confronted Frodo, alone, about the ring, causing the small hero to run –– disappearing with the ring in power for cover.
The weakness, the doubt, the deceit, the threat of failure coiled around Boromir's good nature and turned him wicked and selfish for a power to avail men against the fight against the ever growing power of Mordor. To spite Sauron and his need for the ring, to have it in Gondor; so close in reach to their enemy, but safe from the enemy's hand. This is what motivated Boromir, pride that amplified his arrogance. His strength did not surpass the temptation of the ring. He also demonstrated the insecurity of his greatest fears: his failure and that men are truly not strong enough to overcome their enemies, their personal evils.
After the confrontation Boromir quickly collects himself and is taken by grief for his failed encounter of temptation for the ring. Through all his strength, all his years, and all his victory over battles it was himself that he could not over come and he fell into agony over his actions. Not long after his temptation a battle ensued and he fell protecting the two of the Fellowship. Though, even facing death, Boromir did not feel as if his actions were amendable, and his last thoughts were of his failing his people of losing Minas Tirith.
The Fellowship
Boromir sees the hobbits as delightfully innocent, playful, mischievous, and childlike. He believes the burden of the One Ring weighs too heavily on Frodo. Boromir would first think himself more suitable or perhaps someone physically larger or stronger better suited. He has this mentality that hobbits are almost incapable of grander tasks than their tending to Shire business which he didn't consider to be too troublesome compared to the tasks of Gondor and that of men who face the threat of Mordor. He refers to them as "the little ones" with endearment as he believes it is not only Minas Tirith his army protects but that which lies past Gondor. So, in this respect, he feels somewhat responsible for their well being and takes personal strives to keep them safe such as carrying them, defending them, and ultimately dying for them.
The elves cause Boromir to feel uncomfortable and even resentful due to their magic of old, eerily good skills, and keen senses. He perceives that the elves lead delicate, egotistical, and selfish lifestyles that are offensive to the struggles of men. Such as he perceives them to be just jovially flaunting around their ancient forests and keeps while men die at the borders of Mordor and Gondor to keep the rest of Middle-earth safe. Thus, offensive because with all their skill, magic, and abilities they do not join the constant struggle against the peril of Mordor but instead take advantage of men. Though he is not hateful of them, but best described as resentful and uncomfortable, but still in awe of their greatness of life: their endless age and old magic.
Boromir's exposure to the different races in the Fellowship provided him with a better understanding of who these groups of people are. The hobbits a merry and cheerful people, the elves an old and ancient people full of wisdom and particular (eerie) senses for the world around them. The dwarves and their skills with earth and forging, their knowledge of burrowing, crafting, mining, their expertise in designs of armor and weaponry something quite admirable. The tales told on their journey, the sights seen, all broadened Boromir's horizon. Through these experiences Boromir developed and ultimately died a more tolerable and hopeful man in regards to Middle-earth being saved by capable hands; hobbit, dwarf, elf, or man — etc.
As for Aragorn I take great influence from Peter Jackson's films in the way he sees Aragorn. Because Gondor had been Kingless for some time, Boromir has only known this life. A constant struggle and battle against Gondor's enemies without a King's healing hands to help those wounded in battle for Gondor. He feels that because of Aragorn's absence there was a lot of sacrifice that was done in vain. He finds it hard, especially at the revelation of who Aragorn is, to accept this new claimed King of Gondor when he has not seen any proof that Aragorn has love, worked, or fought for Gondor. I think in the end Boromir made a significant leap of faith for Aragorn and found peace in himself for the King. However, much more personally, Boromir feels that his family suffered on a personal level without the rightful King in his place. Boromir's mother's death was described as like almost fading away. She progressively became ill and depressed once she moved from her home to Gondor. Because of Denethor's absolute need to remain in Minis Tirith there was presumptuously no visits to her home land and were Denethor allowed to leave Gondor perhaps Finduilas (mother) could have retained some strength through happiness from visiting home. Also, Denethor became more recluse and morose after Finduilas's death and his behavior toward his sons became even more extreme––such as his love for Boromir and his dislike for Faramir. Boromir could/has entertain the idea that maybe if there was a king certain events could have been avoided and Minas Tirith could have been stronger.
Background:
➴ http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Boromir
➴ http://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Boromir
Abilities:
☭ Very strong, able to use a commonly two-handed sword with just one hand.
☭ Excellent commander & leader in regards to battle.
☭ Excellent fighter.
☭ Boromir has old blood in him and it accounts possibly for his large size and strength in combat.
Network/Actionspam Sample:
➴ oo1 «ʀᴇᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ»
Mirror, mirror––
[ Boromir waited until the enchantment was finished, he held the mirror with a firm and steady hand. His eyes searched over the glass of the mirror and what he saw was a familiar face, but still a face that should not be and so far outside of his comprehension of how this came to be made him feel that the reflection shown to him was someone else. ]
Is it not strange? The reflection will waver and soon it will not be myself I speak to, but another. I cannot help but feel that the reflection of myself is not who I was on Middle-earth. So to whom do I speak, and who will answer me on this day? Is there more magic in this mirror than simply sharing conversations, does it transcend further and expose more than what we mean to say?
[ Boromir pauses, his eyes wander from the mirror to something behind it. He takes a moment to think about his own words, obviously they have a weighty presence in his heart. He looks back to the mirror. ]
Can such magic truly take all of a person from their home, or do we not change because we are no longer a part of the world that created us?
Prose Log Sample:
Boromir had been exploring much of his new kingdom, his new world, well as far as he could without becoming lost to the wilderness and discouraged away from unsafe structures. As new as these designs were to him he was able to distinguish apart a safe structured building and an unsafe one. These homes, or taverns, were much the same idea as the kind he was accustomed to, the kind he has left in Minas Tirith. The buildings were webbed with cracks, some even had hollow holes, some were empty and others were full of life. Full of noise, both for the ears and sight.
He had talked to various people here, but none could warn him against the feeling of bewilderment he experienced each and every day since his arriving to The Kingdom Ever After. It was quite the culture shock, but even that was expected at least, for he could never expect anything familiar but the sound of rain, wind, the smell of dirt, even the feel of humidity was a gift to him in contrast to the constant bewilderment he found himself quite muddled in from day to day. He could only hope that each day would be kinder than the last and his stupor would not make his journey through this world such folly.
Today Boromir had navigated to a beautiful scenery. A structured ruin that was swallowed up by a floor of rippled waters. It was the familiar grey perhaps that called to his heart the most, the dance of green, grey, blue, and white riding those ripples. The float of leaves, foliage draped over walls like a cloak of some great king. He could not be sure, the more he sat and absorbed the sight of the ruin before him, what it was in the end that had him staring in almost reminisce –– most likely it was the whole of this scenery, a tranquil and damp comfort to his heart.
Perhaps there would be others that would want vision of this moment as well? Thus Boromir fished out his mirror. A wall covered in vines. thick roots, and dried leaves. Further on, an elevated level that was not rippled with water but with earth! A tree makes itself comfortable over the manmade structures. Then Boromir peaks down a large structure that is trickling with excess water, yet the hole is yet to be filled–– where does the water go? He wonders, and lingers there for a long while.
"It was said once.. that the dwarves had burrowed too greedily, deeper than any other on Middle-earth, and they had awoken a great peril that brings a darkness that any night would envy, a heat that any fire would covet, and a danger that any enemy would pine to achieve. It is these depths that worry me so, for I would believe it would be the earth that would bury these powers of old, and for us to find means to disturb that burial is to question an ageless wisdom."
He softly nods, the video feed however is focused on the depth of that darkness, until he steps away and the ground is recorded as Boromir finds a thick root to rest himself on. Then he brings the mirror to his face and he offers this more.
"If there are those here that could hear this earth, what secrets would they hear? What warnings would this world offer us?"
Name: Mil
Age: 29
Personal Journal: supernalprince
E-mail: clowyamma@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: clowyamma @ plurk.
CHARACTER
Name: Boromir
Canon: Lord of The Rings; books.
Age: 41.
Timeline: Post Death.
Personality:
His father is the Steward of Minas Tirith –– Gondor, and Boromir is the city's captain, the realm's protector. He has proven himself time and time again quite capable. To his father, Denethor II, Boromir simply is without comparison. As it were, Boromir was privileged with his father's unconditional love, as well as most of Gondor's admiration. However such attention created an uncomfortable rift that stirred between Denethor II and his two children; Boromir the eldest and Faramir the youngest. Because of Denethor's blatant favoritism toward his eldest son, Boromir always held high expectations for himself; so to be worthy of all the recognition. However, Boromir held some resentment toward the praises from his father because Denethor did not treat Faramir the same and Boromir did not like how belittling his father treated his little brother. Boromir would intervene where and when he could to recognize his brother Faramir in his father's presence to both show the support his brother rarely received and to show Denethor that Faramir was also due for credit for his feats as well. Boromir could win numerous and dangerous battles against his enemies but he could not find the peace that would resolve his family's problems. This experience with his family may likely be why Boromir was far more content as a soldier rather than pursuing to be a family man himself.
Boromir loved all of his family: Denethor, Faramir, and his late mother Finduilas of Dol Amroth. He was at a small age when his mother passed. His mother suffered from depression and the disease can be inherited and quite possibly could have been passed to Boromir as he is not without his sorrows. Boromir can be easily discouraged through situations in which he feels has gone out of his control. He is relatively grounded and would rather believe in his own ability than any magical alternative. He puts a lot of faith in the strength in men but he knows their weakness as well.
Boromir has high expectations to meet and if he were to fail those expectations then he is essentially proven himself unworthy of his recognition -- which can be devastating to his overall character. Enough so that he would put energy into unhealthy and self-destructive actions.
Boromir set off on a quest to decipher the dream that haunted both his brother and himself, a weighty task. His journey took him a total of 110 days, and he still pressed on even with the loss of his horse in Tharbad. This shows his determination and devotion to his tasks. At the Council of Elrond he tried to convince the council that the One Ring should be kept in Gondor, a city that was in defense against the evils of Mordor. Boromir was convinced, entirely, that the ring would be kept safe there. However the council denied this request because of the idea that Sauron would sense it there. Accepting this truth, Boromir decided to join the Fellowship of the Ring in hope to protect Gondor best he could by succeeding in the mission to destroy the One Ring. This is the first time in his life in which he is not in command but now in follow of command. Through this experience we learn that Boromir can be reasoned with and even though he may have strong feelings for something he can accept rejection for his ideas or feelings.
Once facing the Elven realm of Lothlorien, Boromir insisted that the group find another way around, becoming quite anxious in face of the forest. However, he was denied and once inside Lorien Boromir was tested by the Lady Galadriel, which made him incredibly uncomfortable: leading him to question once again if destroying the One Ring was absolutely the only way. Once the group was on their way, Boromir's stature became more significantly shaken with the idea that the Ring must go to Minas Tirith. A sour persuasion turned even more ugly when Boromir confronted Frodo, alone, about the ring, causing the small hero to run –– disappearing with the ring in power for cover.
The weakness, the doubt, the deceit, the threat of failure coiled around Boromir's good nature and turned him wicked and selfish for a power to avail men against the fight against the ever growing power of Mordor. To spite Sauron and his need for the ring, to have it in Gondor; so close in reach to their enemy, but safe from the enemy's hand. This is what motivated Boromir, pride that amplified his arrogance. His strength did not surpass the temptation of the ring. He also demonstrated the insecurity of his greatest fears: his failure and that men are truly not strong enough to overcome their enemies, their personal evils.
After the confrontation Boromir quickly collects himself and is taken by grief for his failed encounter of temptation for the ring. Through all his strength, all his years, and all his victory over battles it was himself that he could not over come and he fell into agony over his actions. Not long after his temptation a battle ensued and he fell protecting the two of the Fellowship. Though, even facing death, Boromir did not feel as if his actions were amendable, and his last thoughts were of his failing his people of losing Minas Tirith.
Boromir sees the hobbits as delightfully innocent, playful, mischievous, and childlike. He believes the burden of the One Ring weighs too heavily on Frodo. Boromir would first think himself more suitable or perhaps someone physically larger or stronger better suited. He has this mentality that hobbits are almost incapable of grander tasks than their tending to Shire business which he didn't consider to be too troublesome compared to the tasks of Gondor and that of men who face the threat of Mordor. He refers to them as "the little ones" with endearment as he believes it is not only Minas Tirith his army protects but that which lies past Gondor. So, in this respect, he feels somewhat responsible for their well being and takes personal strives to keep them safe such as carrying them, defending them, and ultimately dying for them.
The elves cause Boromir to feel uncomfortable and even resentful due to their magic of old, eerily good skills, and keen senses. He perceives that the elves lead delicate, egotistical, and selfish lifestyles that are offensive to the struggles of men. Such as he perceives them to be just jovially flaunting around their ancient forests and keeps while men die at the borders of Mordor and Gondor to keep the rest of Middle-earth safe. Thus, offensive because with all their skill, magic, and abilities they do not join the constant struggle against the peril of Mordor but instead take advantage of men. Though he is not hateful of them, but best described as resentful and uncomfortable, but still in awe of their greatness of life: their endless age and old magic.
Boromir's exposure to the different races in the Fellowship provided him with a better understanding of who these groups of people are. The hobbits a merry and cheerful people, the elves an old and ancient people full of wisdom and particular (eerie) senses for the world around them. The dwarves and their skills with earth and forging, their knowledge of burrowing, crafting, mining, their expertise in designs of armor and weaponry something quite admirable. The tales told on their journey, the sights seen, all broadened Boromir's horizon. Through these experiences Boromir developed and ultimately died a more tolerable and hopeful man in regards to Middle-earth being saved by capable hands; hobbit, dwarf, elf, or man — etc.
As for Aragorn I take great influence from Peter Jackson's films in the way he sees Aragorn. Because Gondor had been Kingless for some time, Boromir has only known this life. A constant struggle and battle against Gondor's enemies without a King's healing hands to help those wounded in battle for Gondor. He feels that because of Aragorn's absence there was a lot of sacrifice that was done in vain. He finds it hard, especially at the revelation of who Aragorn is, to accept this new claimed King of Gondor when he has not seen any proof that Aragorn has love, worked, or fought for Gondor. I think in the end Boromir made a significant leap of faith for Aragorn and found peace in himself for the King. However, much more personally, Boromir feels that his family suffered on a personal level without the rightful King in his place. Boromir's mother's death was described as like almost fading away. She progressively became ill and depressed once she moved from her home to Gondor. Because of Denethor's absolute need to remain in Minis Tirith there was presumptuously no visits to her home land and were Denethor allowed to leave Gondor perhaps Finduilas (mother) could have retained some strength through happiness from visiting home. Also, Denethor became more recluse and morose after Finduilas's death and his behavior toward his sons became even more extreme––such as his love for Boromir and his dislike for Faramir. Boromir could/has entertain the idea that maybe if there was a king certain events could have been avoided and Minas Tirith could have been stronger.
Background:
➴ http://lotr.wikia.com/wiki/Boromir
➴ http://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Boromir
Abilities:
☭ Very strong, able to use a commonly two-handed sword with just one hand.
☭ Excellent commander & leader in regards to battle.
☭ Excellent fighter.
☭ Boromir has old blood in him and it accounts possibly for his large size and strength in combat.
Network/Actionspam Sample:
Mirror, mirror––
[ Boromir waited until the enchantment was finished, he held the mirror with a firm and steady hand. His eyes searched over the glass of the mirror and what he saw was a familiar face, but still a face that should not be and so far outside of his comprehension of how this came to be made him feel that the reflection shown to him was someone else. ]
Is it not strange? The reflection will waver and soon it will not be myself I speak to, but another. I cannot help but feel that the reflection of myself is not who I was on Middle-earth. So to whom do I speak, and who will answer me on this day? Is there more magic in this mirror than simply sharing conversations, does it transcend further and expose more than what we mean to say?
[ Boromir pauses, his eyes wander from the mirror to something behind it. He takes a moment to think about his own words, obviously they have a weighty presence in his heart. He looks back to the mirror. ]
Can such magic truly take all of a person from their home, or do we not change because we are no longer a part of the world that created us?
Prose Log Sample:
Boromir had been exploring much of his new kingdom, his new world, well as far as he could without becoming lost to the wilderness and discouraged away from unsafe structures. As new as these designs were to him he was able to distinguish apart a safe structured building and an unsafe one. These homes, or taverns, were much the same idea as the kind he was accustomed to, the kind he has left in Minas Tirith. The buildings were webbed with cracks, some even had hollow holes, some were empty and others were full of life. Full of noise, both for the ears and sight.
He had talked to various people here, but none could warn him against the feeling of bewilderment he experienced each and every day since his arriving to The Kingdom Ever After. It was quite the culture shock, but even that was expected at least, for he could never expect anything familiar but the sound of rain, wind, the smell of dirt, even the feel of humidity was a gift to him in contrast to the constant bewilderment he found himself quite muddled in from day to day. He could only hope that each day would be kinder than the last and his stupor would not make his journey through this world such folly.
Today Boromir had navigated to a beautiful scenery. A structured ruin that was swallowed up by a floor of rippled waters. It was the familiar grey perhaps that called to his heart the most, the dance of green, grey, blue, and white riding those ripples. The float of leaves, foliage draped over walls like a cloak of some great king. He could not be sure, the more he sat and absorbed the sight of the ruin before him, what it was in the end that had him staring in almost reminisce –– most likely it was the whole of this scenery, a tranquil and damp comfort to his heart.
Perhaps there would be others that would want vision of this moment as well? Thus Boromir fished out his mirror. A wall covered in vines. thick roots, and dried leaves. Further on, an elevated level that was not rippled with water but with earth! A tree makes itself comfortable over the manmade structures. Then Boromir peaks down a large structure that is trickling with excess water, yet the hole is yet to be filled–– where does the water go? He wonders, and lingers there for a long while.
"It was said once.. that the dwarves had burrowed too greedily, deeper than any other on Middle-earth, and they had awoken a great peril that brings a darkness that any night would envy, a heat that any fire would covet, and a danger that any enemy would pine to achieve. It is these depths that worry me so, for I would believe it would be the earth that would bury these powers of old, and for us to find means to disturb that burial is to question an ageless wisdom."
He softly nods, the video feed however is focused on the depth of that darkness, until he steps away and the ground is recorded as Boromir finds a thick root to rest himself on. Then he brings the mirror to his face and he offers this more.
"If there are those here that could hear this earth, what secrets would they hear? What warnings would this world offer us?"