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Character Name: Aragorn
Series: The Lord of the Rings (film trilogy)
Character Age: 87 (but appears around 40)
Job: Camp Tracker
Canon: Once upon a time, the dark lord Sauron created a Ring, pouring his power and malice into it. Unfortunately for him, he was defeated and lost the Ring along the way. Thousands of years later, through a series of strange events, the Ring ends up in the possession of a hobbit named Frodo. With Sauron planning a war and doing everything possible to find the Ring again, Frodo embarks on a dangerous task: to take the Ring into the enemy’s land of Mordor and destroy it once and for all. As one does not simply walk into Mordor, a Fellowship is made to help Frodo on his journey.
One member of this group is Aragorn, a Ranger who is more than he first appears. While Aragorn comes across as grim and shady on first impressions, he is quick to aid Frodo on his quest and remains steadfastly loyal to those he calls friends. His skill and experience as a traveller in the wilds conceals his true identity, the heir to the kingdom of Gondor. His own doubts about his worthiness for this destiny belie his natural ability to lead, and Aragorn comes into his own as a fierce fighter who will do whatever it takes to see good prevail. Nonetheless, Aragorn remains practical about his role, knowing that his efforts are for the survival of all Middle-Earth, not just his own right to rule. Aragorn is above all steadfast and determined, willing to push himself to the limit to aid those who need it most.
Sample Entry
Three days and three nights have I tracked my quarry across woods and plains unknown to me. Though the task I was given by the Lady of this land was one well within my skills, I begin to see why the capture of one soul person has vexed her so long. It is as though I hunt a living phantom, one who leaves marks that double back and forth, yet lead to no destination. Ever it seems that the very landscape itself seeks to thwart my efforts and aid their flight. But I will not give in to despair, not now, not even in these darkest of nights where even the moon has an ill-favoured look … and can give looks that are ill-favoured.
To halt the flight of a murderer: that is my goal. Such people are cunning, and always prepared to escape by whatever means they may come across. Their trail was fresh upon the ground nearest to the borders of the village here. There it was that I passed into the woods, though not without difficulty. The regions near the lake are guarded by a most diligent watcher, who suffers none to venture too close. Such vigilance is hard to turn aside, but I made clear my intention to pass - and which regions must never be trespassed in. I have seldom been in lands so frequently fraught with peril, and strange customs. The way into the woods was barred by gates, which their keeper claimed to be the Gates of GO. Passing the gates was an easier feat, though the gatekeeper was most insistent on giving me payment. For what reason I can not tell, but it would be unwise to make an enemy of such a generous man.
The trail lead into the woods, and there the signs became confused and hard to read. Every path I followed meandered into walls of vines and roots with minds of their own, and those minds were not clean. I begin to fear my hunt has been in vain, for there are no living things this deep in the wilderness… no living things, but many that still move. The dead keep these paths, clogging the way with their limbs, and masking any tell-tale sound with their tortured cries. Indeed I feel pity for them! For many do not realise their own fate, moaning only that they are not yet dead, and wish to walk onwards. But their ills are ones I can not heal, and I must press on. I see now that I have been lead thus far on a whim, on the chance that I would become bewitched by the strange magic of this land and give up. I will not. Even the hounded must stop to rest, and that will be their downfall.
I shall find the one the Lady seeks so desperately. I shall bring them back past the Gates of GO, collect their two hundred dollars, and bring them to her feet in judgement.
((Voting here, 100% in.))
Series: The Lord of the Rings (film trilogy)
Character Age: 87 (but appears around 40)
Job: Camp Tracker
Canon: Once upon a time, the dark lord Sauron created a Ring, pouring his power and malice into it. Unfortunately for him, he was defeated and lost the Ring along the way. Thousands of years later, through a series of strange events, the Ring ends up in the possession of a hobbit named Frodo. With Sauron planning a war and doing everything possible to find the Ring again, Frodo embarks on a dangerous task: to take the Ring into the enemy’s land of Mordor and destroy it once and for all. As one does not simply walk into Mordor, a Fellowship is made to help Frodo on his journey.
One member of this group is Aragorn, a Ranger who is more than he first appears. While Aragorn comes across as grim and shady on first impressions, he is quick to aid Frodo on his quest and remains steadfastly loyal to those he calls friends. His skill and experience as a traveller in the wilds conceals his true identity, the heir to the kingdom of Gondor. His own doubts about his worthiness for this destiny belie his natural ability to lead, and Aragorn comes into his own as a fierce fighter who will do whatever it takes to see good prevail. Nonetheless, Aragorn remains practical about his role, knowing that his efforts are for the survival of all Middle-Earth, not just his own right to rule. Aragorn is above all steadfast and determined, willing to push himself to the limit to aid those who need it most.
Sample Entry
Three days and three nights have I tracked my quarry across woods and plains unknown to me. Though the task I was given by the Lady of this land was one well within my skills, I begin to see why the capture of one soul person has vexed her so long. It is as though I hunt a living phantom, one who leaves marks that double back and forth, yet lead to no destination. Ever it seems that the very landscape itself seeks to thwart my efforts and aid their flight. But I will not give in to despair, not now, not even in these darkest of nights where even the moon has an ill-favoured look … and can give looks that are ill-favoured.
To halt the flight of a murderer: that is my goal. Such people are cunning, and always prepared to escape by whatever means they may come across. Their trail was fresh upon the ground nearest to the borders of the village here. There it was that I passed into the woods, though not without difficulty. The regions near the lake are guarded by a most diligent watcher, who suffers none to venture too close. Such vigilance is hard to turn aside, but I made clear my intention to pass - and which regions must never be trespassed in. I have seldom been in lands so frequently fraught with peril, and strange customs. The way into the woods was barred by gates, which their keeper claimed to be the Gates of GO. Passing the gates was an easier feat, though the gatekeeper was most insistent on giving me payment. For what reason I can not tell, but it would be unwise to make an enemy of such a generous man.
The trail lead into the woods, and there the signs became confused and hard to read. Every path I followed meandered into walls of vines and roots with minds of their own, and those minds were not clean. I begin to fear my hunt has been in vain, for there are no living things this deep in the wilderness… no living things, but many that still move. The dead keep these paths, clogging the way with their limbs, and masking any tell-tale sound with their tortured cries. Indeed I feel pity for them! For many do not realise their own fate, moaning only that they are not yet dead, and wish to walk onwards. But their ills are ones I can not heal, and I must press on. I see now that I have been lead thus far on a whim, on the chance that I would become bewitched by the strange magic of this land and give up. I will not. Even the hounded must stop to rest, and that will be their downfall.
I shall find the one the Lady seeks so desperately. I shall bring them back past the Gates of GO, collect their two hundred dollars, and bring them to her feet in judgement.
((Voting here, 100% in.))