GODS OF TARTARUS ➨ a p p l i c a t i o n

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Fandom: Lord of The Rings (book)
Name: Boromir
Canon Point: After Death
History:
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Personality:

Boromir is many shades of valiant, courageous, glorious, and cunning. 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, however 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, being the eldest, and Faramir, the youngest. Because of Denethor's blatant favoritism toward his eldest son, Boromir always held high expectations for himself; to be worthy of the admiration. However this led to Boromir holding some resentment toward these 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 loved his family, Denethor, Faramir, and his late mother, Finduilas of Dol Amroth. His mother suffered from depression and the trait could possibly be passed down to Boromir as he is not without his sorrows. Boromir played an active role of damage control within his family; between Denethor and his attitude. His father's wishes and reign weighed more profoundly on Boromir's shoulders than the weight of Gondor––Gondor was, in a sense, easy, he was breed, born, raised, and ready for the long life of battlement and it was his gift. Boromir could win battles against his enemies but he could not find the peace that would resolve his family's problems.

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, it 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.

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 Minas Tirith.

Skills | Powers:

☭ Very strong, able to use a commonly two-handed sword with just one hand.
☭ Excellent commander & leader in regards to battle.
☭ Excellent fighter.

First Person 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 apart of the world that created us?

Third Person 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?"

Marks:
P-pride, A-arrogance, W-weakness located as P.A.W. on his left bicep.