Down With This Sort Of Thing :: Becanbran Townward
Oct 26, 2018 21:13:04 GMT -5
Post by Becanbran Townward on Oct 26, 2018 21:13:04 GMT -5
Basics:
Becanbran is a very hobbitish hobbit. He smokes his pipe, drinks his ale by the half-pint, and thinks that no good ever comes from adventuring. He is everything anyone would ever expect of a good, proper, relatively young hobbit of Hobbiton, without a drop of Took in him...
The problem is that he's from Bree. He's never even made it further west than the Three Farthing Stone. He only ever crosses the Brandywine if he really, truly has to (which he only ever does if he's trying to sell his fish, or if there's something he can really only get somewhere like Frogmorton). Bec can't stand the adventuring and questing and stories the Men bring with them into the Prancing Pony, but it pays well and sometimes the patrons even pay extra just to talk and watch the poor hobbit blanch at the idea of dangerous things.
However, he does do things that hobbits of the Shire would probably consider him peculiar for. He fishes. He even goes out onto boats without any real fear. He actually has a decent pair of sea-legs that one can only blame on his Stoorish ancestry. And, worse, he actually enjoys Southlinch pipe-weed (one could blame that on being from Bree-land, but even the hobbits of Bree know that it isn't as good as the strains from Longbottom).
He is a people-pleaser to a fault as well. If he things someone needs help, or might want him to do something, or tells him to do anything, he will leap and do the thing immediately even if he isn't very good at it. He isn't good at a lot of things. It becomes a problem.
Friendship:
He doesn't have a lot of friends, at the moment. He mostly keeps to himself, which isn't good for making friends in a big (literally tall) place like Bree. He needs to be forced out of his shell, and to meet more people. Hobbits who can commiserate, hobbits who can tell him he should be taking advantage of the opportunities Bree has for adventure, Humans who want to help the guy become more adventurous, or just anyone who thinks he'd be someone nice to drink with at the inn sometimes.
Enemies:
Bec is a strange hobbit, compared to the Shire hobbits. He fishes, for one thing. On actual boats. He's even strange compared to the other Bree-hobbits, who are more outgoing with their human neighbors and consider the Shirefolk to be the strange ones. He is also rather vocal about his opinions on things. He openly declares his disdain for adventures, grumbles about the interesting patrons of the Prancing Pony, happily admits his love for universally loathed pipe-weed brands, and prattles on about his contentment on the water. He's easy to not like, if you're the kind of person to hate stuffy sticks in the mud.
Lovers?:
Bec is alone in the world, at the moment. His family was left behind when he moved to Bree from Staddle, and they're all significantly older than him anyway. He doesn't have anyone he has his eye on, either. Relationships are terrifying adventures. He's never really sat down to consider finding himself a lass and settling down to have kids. He doesn't have a lot of money, and isn't the most useful creature in the world. He can't imagine why anyone would want him, and that is also what he's terrified of most about the whole thing.
Becanbran is a very hobbitish hobbit. He smokes his pipe, drinks his ale by the half-pint, and thinks that no good ever comes from adventuring. He is everything anyone would ever expect of a good, proper, relatively young hobbit of Hobbiton, without a drop of Took in him...
The problem is that he's from Bree. He's never even made it further west than the Three Farthing Stone. He only ever crosses the Brandywine if he really, truly has to (which he only ever does if he's trying to sell his fish, or if there's something he can really only get somewhere like Frogmorton). Bec can't stand the adventuring and questing and stories the Men bring with them into the Prancing Pony, but it pays well and sometimes the patrons even pay extra just to talk and watch the poor hobbit blanch at the idea of dangerous things.
However, he does do things that hobbits of the Shire would probably consider him peculiar for. He fishes. He even goes out onto boats without any real fear. He actually has a decent pair of sea-legs that one can only blame on his Stoorish ancestry. And, worse, he actually enjoys Southlinch pipe-weed (one could blame that on being from Bree-land, but even the hobbits of Bree know that it isn't as good as the strains from Longbottom).
He is a people-pleaser to a fault as well. If he things someone needs help, or might want him to do something, or tells him to do anything, he will leap and do the thing immediately even if he isn't very good at it. He isn't good at a lot of things. It becomes a problem.
Friendship:
He doesn't have a lot of friends, at the moment. He mostly keeps to himself, which isn't good for making friends in a big (literally tall) place like Bree. He needs to be forced out of his shell, and to meet more people. Hobbits who can commiserate, hobbits who can tell him he should be taking advantage of the opportunities Bree has for adventure, Humans who want to help the guy become more adventurous, or just anyone who thinks he'd be someone nice to drink with at the inn sometimes.
Enemies:
Bec is a strange hobbit, compared to the Shire hobbits. He fishes, for one thing. On actual boats. He's even strange compared to the other Bree-hobbits, who are more outgoing with their human neighbors and consider the Shirefolk to be the strange ones. He is also rather vocal about his opinions on things. He openly declares his disdain for adventures, grumbles about the interesting patrons of the Prancing Pony, happily admits his love for universally loathed pipe-weed brands, and prattles on about his contentment on the water. He's easy to not like, if you're the kind of person to hate stuffy sticks in the mud.
Lovers?:
Bec is alone in the world, at the moment. His family was left behind when he moved to Bree from Staddle, and they're all significantly older than him anyway. He doesn't have anyone he has his eye on, either. Relationships are terrifying adventures. He's never really sat down to consider finding himself a lass and settling down to have kids. He doesn't have a lot of money, and isn't the most useful creature in the world. He can't imagine why anyone would want him, and that is also what he's terrified of most about the whole thing.