Lord Aranion

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ARANION AVITUS

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THE BASICS:

Name: Lord Aranion Avitus
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Birthplace: Minas Tirith
Current Location: Minas Tirith or Gondor in general, wherever his men and assistance are needed.
Weapon(s): Aranion is proficient with the bow, acquiring some archery skills during soldier training. His weapons of choice and the ones that he is most capable of weilding are a longsword and a typical gondorian infantry shield. The longsword is a family heirloom of the house Avitus named Oathkeeper. The hilt is black with a few rubies, which is the only eye-catching feature of the weapon. Other than that, it's just a plain sword.

APPEARANCES:

Facial Appearance: Aranion has sharp facial features, but they are softened when he smiles, or actually looks happy. He can be called handsome by many, but he never uses it to his advantage. His light brunette hair reaches his shoulders and has natural blonde highlights that come out brighter during the summer months. He's always outside though, so his locks never take on a dark shade. Aranion's eyes are another story. They hold people captivated if he catches their gaze, and it's easily seen why. His eyes are a crystalline shade of blue, lighter than the lightest of blues. They can be called grey with flecks of blue and green within them, but they certainly are different than the normal eye colors. His beard matches the colour of his hair, and it is almost always well-trimmed.
Build: Aranion keeps himself fit because he knows he needs to be capable of fighting. He trains every morning in order to reach what he calls "a soldier's perfect build". He has the muscular build of a well-trained soldier and he is 6'2".
Distinguishing Marks: Though he doesn't have any scars on his face, Aranion's body is filled with scars he acquired during training or battles. The most prominent one is a huge scar ranging from his left shoulder to the bottom right part of his back, a scar that occassionally causes him much pain and discomfort.
Face Claim: Chris Hemsworth

A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:

Personality: Aranion is a man of principle, a man with a moral code. He will not hurt innocent people unless that order comes from the people that order him (though they can be counted with the fingers of one hand), and even then he won't do it without thinking things through. Discipline means everything to him, he will not betray someone who has earned his trust. He is a man that thinks things through, though he doesn't overthink them (patience is definitely not one of his virtues). He doesn't like making mistakes and he always makes sure there is no chance of failure in whatever he does.

He can seem cold and sometimes ruthless, but he is a protector and he will put others before himself. He cares deeply for the people he protects and he will never let them down, even if that means sacrificing his life. He is ambitious. Ambition can be a virtue when it drives people to excel, and that is certainly the case with Aranion.

He is courageous and resourceful, and he can usually bring victories to the people of Gondor even when they are with their backs on the wall. Though he doesn't consider himself much of a resourceful tactitian, the numbers and the fact that most of his men have returned from their battles beg to differ. He has led his soldiers to many victories, yet he does not take pride in them. He didn't bring the victory, his soldiers did. He is fair and just, but can be quite vindictive when someone betrays his trust. That, however, doesn't mean that he is a bad person. He is most certainly a good one, one can be absorbed in his own little world from time to time. He has a small sense of humour, and if you befriend him, you'll have a friend for life.

Though he is not the best when it comes to social meetings or discussion, Aranion shines whenever someone is needed to step in. He knows how to give orders and how to lead, and the men under his command would give their life for him as would he for them.

History: Aranion was born as the eldest of two children to Lord Elegast and Lillian. His birthday was on one of the windiest days in New Sun ever known to the population, and yet his cries could be heard above the howls. His parents loved him to no end, and they did everything that they possibly could for him. He wasn't spoiled, even though they were a high class family. Elegast was a Lord and Captain of Gondor, and he was moving up quickly through the ranks. He was intelligent and strong, and he knew how to handle himself. Lillian was a healer, but she had to take time to take care of her newborn. But she was well liked and actually loved by many of the healers.

The family seemed perfect with just the three, and the plan was to stop there. But then little Eribeth came along. She seemed to be what they were missing, and her birth four years after Aranion seemed to be a blessing. Aranion was getting involved in day care and other activities that all four year olds should be involved in, and now he had a baby sister to take care of as well. His father told him to always watch out for her, and Aranion promised that he would. As the pair grew, Aranion joined the army of Gondor , serving the stewards. There his potential was put to the test. Aranion was able to become a good enough soldier to be assigned in his father's host of men. However, serving under his father wasn't as easy as he had thought it would be.

Rarely did he find a day of peace and quiet, for his father would always teach him and his soldiers what it meant to be a soldier of Gondor and fighting for the people. If that wasn't enough, the training was merciless, and while most of the men found their way back in their homes by nightfall, Elegast began spending many hours grooming Aranion to become the next Captain to his son's ignorance. There was a time when Aranion would have wanted nothing but to sleep rather than spend another minute with his father, but all of that changed when the host took a mission in the outskirts of Gondor.

All it took was a free warg, and his father was practically mauled to death. They had been sent to deal with a few bandits that raided a few villages to the west, and while the bandits had proven to be no trouble, the surprise attack of the free warg that had been drawn to them from the scent of all the blood proved to be the end of his father's glorious life. The body was brought back to Minas Tirith for a proper burial, but it wasn't going to be the last for the Avitus family, as his mother died from a broken heart a few days after the loss of his father.

Time seemed to have stopped, and even though he gained the title and rank of his father, Aranion couldn't seem to be able to live with the fact that his parents had died. It was Eribeth that found the strength to wake him up from what seemed like an eternal reverie. From that point on, Aranion promised to become the best Captain of Gondor and utilise the teachings of his father.

It is proving to be harder than he thought, but he will never give up. He never has. There are times when he wonders whether or not he is going to have a family, but that is not one of his immediate plans. His men, the people, and his sister come first.
Roleplay Sample:

He had just worn his black cloak again when a bunch of guards approached him. "You there! Halt!" said the biggest of the group, as Luthen turned around and looked at the group of guards, the body of the unconsious man lying behind him. "Yes?" he asked, clearly oblivious to the fact that the guards had already reached for their longswords. "You've assaulted a man of the Empire, you are hereby arrested by the laws of the Empire in the name of the Empress!" the guard said, as the rest of them began to circle him.

"Actually, the man was stealing from a boy. You should be thanking me." Luthen said, as he scratched his beard carelessly. "We shall see about that." the guard said, as he kicked him from behind right behind his knee in order to force him to kneel. Luthen managed not to show that he was hurt, as he fell on his knees, still holding the stick. "You're going to regret about that, son." he said, as he pushed himself from the ground and gave a smile as if nothing had happened. "Well, shall we?" he said, and took a step forward.

"Take him to her Highness, Lady Ilyara. She'll know what to do."

The walk to the castle was quite long, and while the guards kept talking, he didn't speak. Little did he care about who one guard was going to sneak up later tonight or who had bested the guard they called Monster. In his eyes, they were all the same, they were all equal, and they were all making a mistake.

Then, they reached the castle. His eyes widened, he had never seen a structure like this in his entire life. Scratching his beard, they ushered him inside and after a while, they were in the grand throne room, a majestic place that demanded respect from those inside. Raising an eyebrow, he heard a guard say "Wait here. I shall inform Lady Ilyara of this matter."

"You know, you're making a mistake. Justice will always find a way to shine." he said a grin, before he was told to shut up. Lowering his head, he merely said "As you wish." and stopped talking. The guard appeared after a while, accompanied by a woman dressed in her night cloak.

A beautiful woman, at that.

Dark brown locks of hair fell on a face of fair skin tone with green eyes that held a few gold flecks in them, and even in the middle of the night, the woman remained beautiful, which meant one thing. She was naturally beautiful. He had heard of the woman's charm, that she was well-read and intelligent, but nothing had prepared him for her beauty. There was hardness in her look, a fighting spirit that only a true fighter could understand, a fighter like Luthen. He raised his eyebrow at the sight of her, as the guard started to speak. "He knocked out a man in a dark alley, your Highness. We arrested him and brought him to you."

Luthen sighed and raised his right hand, the one not holding the staff to gain everyone's attention. "Excuse me. Appearances can be deceiving." he said, and his cloak flew in the air with one swift motion, revealing the black armour with the silver symbol of the Goddess and his two swords. With another swift move, he swept the feet of the guard that had kicked him and brought him down with his staff. "That's called payback." he said, and then helped the man up.

Making his way forward, he bowed before the woman. He had wanted to visit the castle but he didn't have the time lately. "We haven't had the chance to be formally introduced." he said, and smiled as he looked at her with his light blueish green eyes. "Luthen Kellark, File of the Goddess, the reincarnation of Jorgas the Brave, weilder of Dragmir and Marena." he said, and kissed her hand lightly. He stood up and smiled. "As I said to these men, the man that I knocked out cold was committing a crime, stealing from a teenage boy to be exact. I was actually doing my duty as a File of the Goddess."

BEHIND THE SCREEN:

Alias: Michael. Everyone can call me Mich.
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Experience: 10 years
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