APP: Lethevale
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hobbitsthoOOC Information
Player handle: Amry
Contact details: Plurk @ soonerbee, Discord @ amry#8520
Time zone: GMT-7
Other characters: N/A
IC Information
Name: Boromir Wójcik
Nicknames/Alias: N/A
Age: 35
Source canon: Lord of the Rings
Personality: Boromir is proud, straightforward, and loyal. He doesn’t dissemble or hide his feelings if he feels he has no reason to be ashamed of them. He cares deeply for his family, both as a son and a brother and as a man with a rank, a title, and a dignified lineage. Though he can be solemn and serious, concerned with courtesies, among those he loves and those he leads he has a ready laugh. People are naturally drawn to him as a leader because of his honesty, skill, and determination. The word most often used for him in canon by others is masterful – encompassing both his boldness and skill, and his tendency to assume a role of leadership even where it hasn’t necessarily been granted or asked for.
He makes sense of the world through hierarchy and puts a lot of faith in solid leadership, of military authority, of familial authority, and of religious authority. He may question a leader’s actions, but he’ll rarely question the underlying institution they represent. However, he is neither ambitious nor petty – he’ll dutifully abide by a decision he disagrees with (though he often will not hesitate to make his opinion about the correct decision known). His steadfastness and loyalty can turn easily to stubbornness, making him more likely to risk defeat than to sue for peace or attempt a retreat.
Once he has made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. He’s more interested in military matters than academic ones, loves ideals more than ideas, and is in general more practically-minded, less likely to consider what something means than what should be done about it, and more interested in the present than the distant past.
Something not always readily apparent about him is his pessimistic streak – not a trait he was born with, but one that was ground into him over years of hardship and the heavy responsibility that comes with command and defeat. Once he’s decided a situation is hopeless, he’s prone to bitterness, which eventually leads to desperation. He’s not the giving-up kind, but once he’s decided a desperate solution is the only one remaining to him, he can be blind to other options. In canon, this bitterness and desperation lead to his corruption by the One Ring; in Lethevale, it’s driven him onto the road, away from his ancestral home, looking for something to shake his growing conviction that his life and his family are falling victim to the same slow descent into ruin.
Canon history: Wiki entry is here.
AU Information
Appearance: Using Sean Bean as the PB. He’s described in canon as “a tall man, with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance.” So, you know, Sean Bean.
In all seriousness: He’s pretty damn tall, 6’2 or so, and can read taller both because of his military posture and his general broadness as a human being. He has black hair and grey eyes, and the proudness of his glance comes in large part from his strong nose and jaw (and in part from actual pride). He dresses very well, but never ostentatiously; the fineness of his clothes is in their make, not in any pointed broadcast of wealth. That said, it is a broadcast of wealth. Just not a pointed one. He wears a beard, always neatly cut.
He looks a little older than he is, his face prematurely lined and a little weather-beaten; his hands are scarred and callused even after long months home from military action. At rest, his face is solemn and even sorrowful, though it wears joy as well as it ever did, if less frequently. His body language is informed as much by years of military training as by his noble upbringing – he moves with confidence and the sense that he has never occupied a space he did not feel entitled to.
AU History: Boromir was born in 1835 to Denethor and Finduilas Wójcik, the first and most beloved of their two sons. From earliest childhood he was well-loved and doted upon, praised by his father and adored by his mother. When he was five, Finduilas gave birth to his brother, Faramir. Boromir was too young to truly comprehend the differences in treatment between himself and Faramir, and the depth of his father’s indifference to his second son. He knew only that protecting Faramir was his duty and his joy, and his small brother his favorite companion. When Finduilas, always sickly, died in Faramir’s third year, Boromir became only more protective in his grief, determined in a child’s way to guard his brother against the death that had taken his mother.
Then, later that year, Boromir was sent to boarding school, where he would receive a finer education and the company of other boys of good birth, instead of just his brother and their tutors in Denethor’s vast manor, grown quieter and emptier since Finduilas’ death. Though he was happier at school, surrounded with other people, he missed his brother terribly. But when he returned home, it was to find that Faramir was gone – simply vanished, his things all missing, as though he had never been there.
Boromir was beside himself. He flung himself with all his nine-year-old strength against Denethor’s refusal to speak of Faramir’s disappearance, his refusal to speak of Faramir’s existence, and, eventually, his refusal to acknowledge aloud that Boromir had ever had a brother at all. Over time, that silence built itself into Boromir’s memory, especially as he returned to school and to the brighter outside world. His protests grew weaker, his memories of his little brother dimmer and more uncertain, until even he came to wonder if his half-remembered playmate had really been his brother. The uncertainty, and guilt at the uncertainty, ate at him; and rather than live with the uncertainty, he buried it.
When his schooling was complete he entered the military as an officerand though the internet tells me the Polish winged Hussars weren’t really a thing in the 1800s and I will defer to the mod on this I just. I would love to have this. He was among the officers and nobles who joined in uprising against Russia’s conscription of Polish men into its army in the 1860s; and when that rebellion was broken, followed by the upheaval of the landed class, he went home bitter and despondent.
He tried to return to a quieter life, but found himself unsuited for it – life in his father’s ever emptier, ever more run-down manor weighed heavy on his spirit, especially as Denethor slowly succumbed to anger and bitterness of his own. Burdened with grief, guilty, and the reawakening of the old, lingering uncertainty, Boromir took to the road alone to travel, to see the world as it stood now, and, maybe, to find… something. A new purpose? Something forgotten? A forgotten purpose? Even he isn’t sure.
Job: Soldier, previously (just going to go with title of “Captain,” to keep it simple); now his job is just being a rich guy.
Reason for coming to Lethevale: He’s stopping by on his aimless travels, which are not strictly planned but give him plenty of freedom to remain anywhere he chooses to for as long as he chooses. He’s a few months into the journey, and prepared to stop by longer for a rest.
Inventory: A horse; a trunk of clothes; money; a sidearm; a saber; a hunting-horn; a rosary.
Sample: here and here!
Misc.
Additional Links: Opt-out and HMD can both be found in this screened post here!
Player handle: Amry
Contact details: Plurk @ soonerbee, Discord @ amry#8520
Time zone: GMT-7
Other characters: N/A
IC Information
Name: Boromir Wójcik
Nicknames/Alias: N/A
Age: 35
Source canon: Lord of the Rings
Personality: Boromir is proud, straightforward, and loyal. He doesn’t dissemble or hide his feelings if he feels he has no reason to be ashamed of them. He cares deeply for his family, both as a son and a brother and as a man with a rank, a title, and a dignified lineage. Though he can be solemn and serious, concerned with courtesies, among those he loves and those he leads he has a ready laugh. People are naturally drawn to him as a leader because of his honesty, skill, and determination. The word most often used for him in canon by others is masterful – encompassing both his boldness and skill, and his tendency to assume a role of leadership even where it hasn’t necessarily been granted or asked for.
He makes sense of the world through hierarchy and puts a lot of faith in solid leadership, of military authority, of familial authority, and of religious authority. He may question a leader’s actions, but he’ll rarely question the underlying institution they represent. However, he is neither ambitious nor petty – he’ll dutifully abide by a decision he disagrees with (though he often will not hesitate to make his opinion about the correct decision known). His steadfastness and loyalty can turn easily to stubbornness, making him more likely to risk defeat than to sue for peace or attempt a retreat.
Once he has made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. He’s more interested in military matters than academic ones, loves ideals more than ideas, and is in general more practically-minded, less likely to consider what something means than what should be done about it, and more interested in the present than the distant past.
Something not always readily apparent about him is his pessimistic streak – not a trait he was born with, but one that was ground into him over years of hardship and the heavy responsibility that comes with command and defeat. Once he’s decided a situation is hopeless, he’s prone to bitterness, which eventually leads to desperation. He’s not the giving-up kind, but once he’s decided a desperate solution is the only one remaining to him, he can be blind to other options. In canon, this bitterness and desperation lead to his corruption by the One Ring; in Lethevale, it’s driven him onto the road, away from his ancestral home, looking for something to shake his growing conviction that his life and his family are falling victim to the same slow descent into ruin.
Canon history: Wiki entry is here.
AU Information
Appearance: Using Sean Bean as the PB. He’s described in canon as “a tall man, with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance.” So, you know, Sean Bean.
In all seriousness: He’s pretty damn tall, 6’2 or so, and can read taller both because of his military posture and his general broadness as a human being. He has black hair and grey eyes, and the proudness of his glance comes in large part from his strong nose and jaw (and in part from actual pride). He dresses very well, but never ostentatiously; the fineness of his clothes is in their make, not in any pointed broadcast of wealth. That said, it is a broadcast of wealth. Just not a pointed one. He wears a beard, always neatly cut.
He looks a little older than he is, his face prematurely lined and a little weather-beaten; his hands are scarred and callused even after long months home from military action. At rest, his face is solemn and even sorrowful, though it wears joy as well as it ever did, if less frequently. His body language is informed as much by years of military training as by his noble upbringing – he moves with confidence and the sense that he has never occupied a space he did not feel entitled to.
AU History: Boromir was born in 1835 to Denethor and Finduilas Wójcik, the first and most beloved of their two sons. From earliest childhood he was well-loved and doted upon, praised by his father and adored by his mother. When he was five, Finduilas gave birth to his brother, Faramir. Boromir was too young to truly comprehend the differences in treatment between himself and Faramir, and the depth of his father’s indifference to his second son. He knew only that protecting Faramir was his duty and his joy, and his small brother his favorite companion. When Finduilas, always sickly, died in Faramir’s third year, Boromir became only more protective in his grief, determined in a child’s way to guard his brother against the death that had taken his mother.
Then, later that year, Boromir was sent to boarding school, where he would receive a finer education and the company of other boys of good birth, instead of just his brother and their tutors in Denethor’s vast manor, grown quieter and emptier since Finduilas’ death. Though he was happier at school, surrounded with other people, he missed his brother terribly. But when he returned home, it was to find that Faramir was gone – simply vanished, his things all missing, as though he had never been there.
Boromir was beside himself. He flung himself with all his nine-year-old strength against Denethor’s refusal to speak of Faramir’s disappearance, his refusal to speak of Faramir’s existence, and, eventually, his refusal to acknowledge aloud that Boromir had ever had a brother at all. Over time, that silence built itself into Boromir’s memory, especially as he returned to school and to the brighter outside world. His protests grew weaker, his memories of his little brother dimmer and more uncertain, until even he came to wonder if his half-remembered playmate had really been his brother. The uncertainty, and guilt at the uncertainty, ate at him; and rather than live with the uncertainty, he buried it.
When his schooling was complete he entered the military as an officer
He tried to return to a quieter life, but found himself unsuited for it – life in his father’s ever emptier, ever more run-down manor weighed heavy on his spirit, especially as Denethor slowly succumbed to anger and bitterness of his own. Burdened with grief, guilty, and the reawakening of the old, lingering uncertainty, Boromir took to the road alone to travel, to see the world as it stood now, and, maybe, to find… something. A new purpose? Something forgotten? A forgotten purpose? Even he isn’t sure.
Job: Soldier, previously (just going to go with title of “Captain,” to keep it simple); now his job is just being a rich guy.
Reason for coming to Lethevale: He’s stopping by on his aimless travels, which are not strictly planned but give him plenty of freedom to remain anywhere he chooses to for as long as he chooses. He’s a few months into the journey, and prepared to stop by longer for a rest.
Inventory: A horse; a trunk of clothes; money; a sidearm; a saber; a hunting-horn; a rosary.
Sample: here and here!
Misc.
Additional Links: Opt-out and HMD can both be found in this screened post here!
