Post by Brania of Lorien on May 3, 2006 13:15:09 GMT
Note: This is a Canon Related for Faramir. I understand completely if you want to deny it or make changes, it’s just the completed character I have used elsewhere, so I could get to RPing faster.
Out of Character
Username: brania
Other Accounts? List the Username and Corrisponding Character: not yet, but I think I will have at least one more character.
In Character
Name: Brania, daughter of Finduilas
Age: 39; born 2988-the year her mother died
Sex: female
Race: Men, Dúnedain of the South (Blood runs from her mothers side)
Job: Wanderer, Healer
Plot: Brania is a wanderer through Gondor and the lands near Lorien. She wants to be reunited with her brother, though doesn't know how that will happen as she can't work up the courage to go see him herself. She does what she can to help the King and her homeland, though she stays out of the way of being noticed.
Personality:
Brania is a quiet, soft spoken woman. She is not one to put herself forward, preferring to stay in the shadows. It is safer to not be noticed… least in the world of Men. Brania does not trust her own race, due to the wounds that certain individuals had inflicted on her. She is more likely to give a surface trust to women, but all males are met with suspicion, though she doesn’t show it easily.
Despite her soft mannerisms, Brania holds a keen intelligence. She likes to observe both nature and people, though the latter she prefers to watch from a distance. Brania is most comfortable in the woods of Lothlorien, where she spent several years(see history). She loves to listen to music and can play a nandellë, a small Elvish harp.
Out of necessity, Brania has learned to defend herself over the years, though she will never have a warriors spirit. She doesn’t like to see people hurt, due to her own past, and has focused her talents in the field of healing.
History:
Brania is the youngest child and only daughter of Lord Denethor II of Minas Tirith and Lady Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. She was born in 2988 and would have been a joy to both her parents, except for the fact that her mother died in childbirth with her daughter. Despite his best efforts, Denethor couldn’t help but inwardly blame his daughter for the death of his beloved bride. He had Boromir to be the favored child at the age of 10, and Faramir to hold second place at age 5. It was easier and less painful for him to not see or even think about his daughter. She grew up mostly with nurses and tutors for about all of her childhood.
Materially, Brania grew up with everything she needed, though it was emotionally as if she was orphaned by both her parents. She spent as much time as she could with both her brothers, though as they got older, Father kept them, unintentionally, from her with their lessons in weapons and riding and leading men. When Brania was 12 a new figure came into her life, a new tutor named Niko. Niko had a reputation for being able to tame even the wildest child and Brania had been running more wild than normal, to get someone’s attention, even if it was negative attention. The results were spectacular…at least on the outside. There were no more outbursts from her, no running in the halls, no trying to interrupt her brothers at weapons practice, begging them to play with her. (Boromir 22, Farmir- 17) In reality, Niko was a hard and cruel man who took enjoyment in forcing children to obey him. Brania tried to tell her father what was going on, but the Steward wouldn’t listen. It is because of Niko that she fears her own race and her father who wouldn’t listen is the reason she doesn’t trust them.
For 5 years, Brania suffered under the hands of Niko, until she could finally take no more. One night, she ran. It was no planned escape, no thought out trip. She just walked out of her room and ran to the river Anduin, that boarders Minas Tirith. She fled up river as fast as she could, blind to where she was going or how she was going to survive. She just knew she had to get away.
Somehow, and to this day she has no idea how, she made it far up river, though a fever and chills were setting in with a vnegence. She had nothing on but a normal dress, not one intended to travel in or sleep on the cold ground over night, plus she stayed in the shallows of the water as much as possible. It gave her a direction to follow. She had plenty of water to drink, and it was mid summer, so all the plants had berries and fruit on them. Brania finally collapsed as she neared the outermost boarders of Lothlorien, though she didn’t know it was there, nor that it was the home to the Elves.
They found her, a scouting party of Elves, very ill. The Elves took pity on her and took her within the safety of the Wood. It was close to a month before she was finally well, healed from a sickness that had settled deep in her lungs. The Lady of Light allowed her to remain in Lothlorien, after Brania begged, though the Lady would never have asked for her to beg, but the girl didn’t want to go back, back to Niko. She dwelt with Rumil, on of the Elves who found her, in a quiet corner of the City, mostly unnoticed by anyone of import in Lothlorien, though she was free to come and go as she pleased.
Many years passed. Rumil and his brothers taught her how to use a sword and a bow, though she will never be more than just able to defend herself. A nearby neighbor taught her to play the Elvish harp and to heal. Brania was perfectly content, unaware of the time passing outside of the Wood and the war that was brewing. When the Fellowship passed through Lothlorien, Brania heard that one of them was Boromir, her brother and she decided that she had to see him, at least from a distance. She crept towards that part of the City where the Fellowship was staying. She had no idea its true purpose or its mission, she cared only to glimpse her brother. She wanted to know what kind of man he had grown into. Boromir was now 41. It had been over 20 years since she had seen him. However the Lady wouldn’t let her have her way. As part of the agreement to let her stay, Brania had told the Lady her history and the Elf knew that Boromir was Brania’s brother. Galadriel would not allow her to stay in the shadows, insisting that she meet with and make herself known to her eldest brother.
He was overjoyed to know she was still alive and swore that once he returned to Gondor and this war was over, he would come and get her and bring her home. He promised that Faramir would be just as happy to see her and know she lived. Unfortunately, Boromir died only a few months(weeks?) later and Brania remained in Lothlorien, unable to bring herself to see if Boromir’s promise about their brother was truth. The Elves had started to leave Lothlorien and Middle-Earth, so Brania became a wanderer, never straying too far from the lands of Gondor, unable to leave her brother and unable to reunite with him on her own. Even though the Elves have stopped their trek to the Undying Lands, she continues to wander, returning to Lorien when she tires, then leaving again when she grows restless. She heals who she can, helping who she can, and doing whatever she can to help the King and his Steward, though neither of them know it.
Family:
Lord Denethor II of Minas Tirith (father- dead)
Lady Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth (mother- dead)
Boromir of Gondor (brother- dead)
Faramir (brother)
Appearance:
Role Playing Sample:
It was cold tonight. Winter was not yet here, but summer had long since gone. A fire would help, both with heat and protection, though she would have to find a sheltered areas out of this wind to be able to keep a fire going. It had been almost a week since she had seen another living being, but that was alright with her. Her friends had begun to leave for the Undying Lands and there was no one of her own race she trusted enough to want to go see……except Faramir. She missed her brother terribly, but never could find enough courage to go and see him. She had made that mistake, to go see Boromir when he came to Lothlorien, and though that ended well, Brania believed that the reason for that was the Lady Galadriel. If she met her brother now, it would be all on her own.
Her horse shook his mane and brought her attention back to the task at hand. This land was covered in old ruins, so it wasn’t hard to find a shelter for the night. Soon she had a fire going brightly and her dinner cooking. It would continue to get even more cold tonight. She had endured the cold these past two years, since leaving the Wood, but she didn’t like it. There wasn’t much else she could do. She would dream of Lothlorien and Minas Tirith tonight….but she always did. Be safe, my brother, where ever you are.
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Out of Character
Username: brania
Other Accounts? List the Username and Corrisponding Character: not yet, but I think I will have at least one more character.
In Character
Name: Brania, daughter of Finduilas
Age: 39; born 2988-the year her mother died
Sex: female
Race: Men, Dúnedain of the South (Blood runs from her mothers side)
Job: Wanderer, Healer
Plot: Brania is a wanderer through Gondor and the lands near Lorien. She wants to be reunited with her brother, though doesn't know how that will happen as she can't work up the courage to go see him herself. She does what she can to help the King and her homeland, though she stays out of the way of being noticed.
Personality:
Brania is a quiet, soft spoken woman. She is not one to put herself forward, preferring to stay in the shadows. It is safer to not be noticed… least in the world of Men. Brania does not trust her own race, due to the wounds that certain individuals had inflicted on her. She is more likely to give a surface trust to women, but all males are met with suspicion, though she doesn’t show it easily.
Despite her soft mannerisms, Brania holds a keen intelligence. She likes to observe both nature and people, though the latter she prefers to watch from a distance. Brania is most comfortable in the woods of Lothlorien, where she spent several years(see history). She loves to listen to music and can play a nandellë, a small Elvish harp.
Out of necessity, Brania has learned to defend herself over the years, though she will never have a warriors spirit. She doesn’t like to see people hurt, due to her own past, and has focused her talents in the field of healing.
History:
Brania is the youngest child and only daughter of Lord Denethor II of Minas Tirith and Lady Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth. She was born in 2988 and would have been a joy to both her parents, except for the fact that her mother died in childbirth with her daughter. Despite his best efforts, Denethor couldn’t help but inwardly blame his daughter for the death of his beloved bride. He had Boromir to be the favored child at the age of 10, and Faramir to hold second place at age 5. It was easier and less painful for him to not see or even think about his daughter. She grew up mostly with nurses and tutors for about all of her childhood.
Materially, Brania grew up with everything she needed, though it was emotionally as if she was orphaned by both her parents. She spent as much time as she could with both her brothers, though as they got older, Father kept them, unintentionally, from her with their lessons in weapons and riding and leading men. When Brania was 12 a new figure came into her life, a new tutor named Niko. Niko had a reputation for being able to tame even the wildest child and Brania had been running more wild than normal, to get someone’s attention, even if it was negative attention. The results were spectacular…at least on the outside. There were no more outbursts from her, no running in the halls, no trying to interrupt her brothers at weapons practice, begging them to play with her. (Boromir 22, Farmir- 17) In reality, Niko was a hard and cruel man who took enjoyment in forcing children to obey him. Brania tried to tell her father what was going on, but the Steward wouldn’t listen. It is because of Niko that she fears her own race and her father who wouldn’t listen is the reason she doesn’t trust them.
For 5 years, Brania suffered under the hands of Niko, until she could finally take no more. One night, she ran. It was no planned escape, no thought out trip. She just walked out of her room and ran to the river Anduin, that boarders Minas Tirith. She fled up river as fast as she could, blind to where she was going or how she was going to survive. She just knew she had to get away.
Somehow, and to this day she has no idea how, she made it far up river, though a fever and chills were setting in with a vnegence. She had nothing on but a normal dress, not one intended to travel in or sleep on the cold ground over night, plus she stayed in the shallows of the water as much as possible. It gave her a direction to follow. She had plenty of water to drink, and it was mid summer, so all the plants had berries and fruit on them. Brania finally collapsed as she neared the outermost boarders of Lothlorien, though she didn’t know it was there, nor that it was the home to the Elves.
They found her, a scouting party of Elves, very ill. The Elves took pity on her and took her within the safety of the Wood. It was close to a month before she was finally well, healed from a sickness that had settled deep in her lungs. The Lady of Light allowed her to remain in Lothlorien, after Brania begged, though the Lady would never have asked for her to beg, but the girl didn’t want to go back, back to Niko. She dwelt with Rumil, on of the Elves who found her, in a quiet corner of the City, mostly unnoticed by anyone of import in Lothlorien, though she was free to come and go as she pleased.
Many years passed. Rumil and his brothers taught her how to use a sword and a bow, though she will never be more than just able to defend herself. A nearby neighbor taught her to play the Elvish harp and to heal. Brania was perfectly content, unaware of the time passing outside of the Wood and the war that was brewing. When the Fellowship passed through Lothlorien, Brania heard that one of them was Boromir, her brother and she decided that she had to see him, at least from a distance. She crept towards that part of the City where the Fellowship was staying. She had no idea its true purpose or its mission, she cared only to glimpse her brother. She wanted to know what kind of man he had grown into. Boromir was now 41. It had been over 20 years since she had seen him. However the Lady wouldn’t let her have her way. As part of the agreement to let her stay, Brania had told the Lady her history and the Elf knew that Boromir was Brania’s brother. Galadriel would not allow her to stay in the shadows, insisting that she meet with and make herself known to her eldest brother.
He was overjoyed to know she was still alive and swore that once he returned to Gondor and this war was over, he would come and get her and bring her home. He promised that Faramir would be just as happy to see her and know she lived. Unfortunately, Boromir died only a few months(weeks?) later and Brania remained in Lothlorien, unable to bring herself to see if Boromir’s promise about their brother was truth. The Elves had started to leave Lothlorien and Middle-Earth, so Brania became a wanderer, never straying too far from the lands of Gondor, unable to leave her brother and unable to reunite with him on her own. Even though the Elves have stopped their trek to the Undying Lands, she continues to wander, returning to Lorien when she tires, then leaving again when she grows restless. She heals who she can, helping who she can, and doing whatever she can to help the King and his Steward, though neither of them know it.
Family:
Lord Denethor II of Minas Tirith (father- dead)
Lady Finduilas, daughter of Adrahil of Dol Amroth (mother- dead)
Boromir of Gondor (brother- dead)
Faramir (brother)
Appearance:
Role Playing Sample:
It was cold tonight. Winter was not yet here, but summer had long since gone. A fire would help, both with heat and protection, though she would have to find a sheltered areas out of this wind to be able to keep a fire going. It had been almost a week since she had seen another living being, but that was alright with her. Her friends had begun to leave for the Undying Lands and there was no one of her own race she trusted enough to want to go see……except Faramir. She missed her brother terribly, but never could find enough courage to go and see him. She had made that mistake, to go see Boromir when he came to Lothlorien, and though that ended well, Brania believed that the reason for that was the Lady Galadriel. If she met her brother now, it would be all on her own.
Her horse shook his mane and brought her attention back to the task at hand. This land was covered in old ruins, so it wasn’t hard to find a shelter for the night. Soon she had a fire going brightly and her dinner cooking. It would continue to get even more cold tonight. She had endured the cold these past two years, since leaving the Wood, but she didn’t like it. There wasn’t much else she could do. She would dream of Lothlorien and Minas Tirith tonight….but she always did. Be safe, my brother, where ever you are.
I brania u] agree to the Proboards EULA and the rules of this board. I understand that breaking these rules may result in my account being banned and that what is seen as "breaking the rules" is the Administrator's discretion.