Comarion Brannagar of Gondor (Minas Tirith)

Character Name: Comarion Brannagar

Name Meaning: Part of Comamarth (Empty/Void Fate) with a male (son of) ending, meant to ultimately convey "Fateless." A kind of name for someone for whom the coin lands on its side. Brannagar = Noble blood.

Age: 19

Date of Birth: TA 2991

Race: Man

Residence: Traveling, formerly Minas Tirith

Profession: Ranger of Ithilien (Former)

Appearance: Comarion has been noted as being beautiful. As in prettier than some of the actual girls in Gondor. He has curly black hair reaching down his neck (though he really wishes he could straighten it out) and an attractive face with dark brown eyes, and light facial hair. Despite having actually fought before, he has a notable lack of scars, likely due to the rangers not getting into the thick and heavy quite like those in full plate tend to under Boromir. He is tall for a man of his age, reaching a height of 178 cm or 5'10 and, being only nineteen, he's not done growing.

While he does his best to hide it, an observant person would also be able to tell that he tends to walk with an air of regality that you don't see with most people. He is the son of a Gondorian noble, and it shows. He makes it a point to keep himself well groomed when possible, but from his experience as a ranger, understands that there are times where that's just not possible.

Personality: Comarion is a kind and wise young man who is at that stage where the world is in your palm. Having been given a noble education, Comarion is very well read and has spent quite a bit of time in the library of Minas Tirith. He is rather merciful to many of his opponents and, barring orcs and those who really have it coming, will often let his foes leave. Comarion's not really a dangerous foe to battle against so long as you know when to fold them.

Captain Faramir's influence on Comarion is apparent. Mostly. He has come to understand war for the hell it is, and to love more what it is that they are defending, rather than the joy of battle itself. Comarion, like any youth, still has a little dream of being a valiant hero of Gondor, known to all the land that he's been unable to fully quash, but the influence of his captain has been able to temper that fire somewhat into someone who will fight if need be, but would rather avoid it if it can be done.

Because of his Captain, it also gave Comarion the temperance to think before he acted. Usually. He will usually (key word) think the consequences of his actions through and act accordingly. He is, however, still a lad of nineteen, going through a time of confusion and hormones that most know all too well. He can be goaded into following his emotions for example, but his Captain's influence at least keeps him from falling for the really blatant goading. Gotta be subtle with him.

He is however, a dreamer. He dreams of being a legendary hero of Gondor like any youth, and he's a hopeless romantic. He's the kind to get sucked into a good romance story over a thrilling book of war and tragedy (although he really likes those too). Despite everything, he's managed to remain surprisingly optimistic, giving him a sort of mental resilience that, barring something truly traumatizing, he can usually come back from. This has given him no small amount of strength during his times as a ranger, when people he called friends and brothers died in his arms.

Comarion has the ability to focus, allowing him to excel when he needs to. He took to his studies with gusto, and once he set out to find a way to stop the Nazgul, he didn't rest until it was accomplished and then promptly began work on securing that method. When he is focused, he is determined, and as a result, he tends to be a doer that makes things happen, rather than wait around.



Parents: Currently Unnamed (keeps them open if players want in)

Sibling(s): Any (hit me up)

Spouse: None

Children: None

History: As the child of a noble house, there were high expectations for Comarion from the beginning. It was expected that he would bring honor to his family name, create a powerful alliance within the shadowy games that the nobles liked to play, and continue the family line. It seemed that for much of his life, Comarion's fate would be dictated by the whims of others and not his own. Such is the fate perhaps, of one born with Sauron's rising activity in the east.

As he grew into a child, his parents were hard on him. Hard, yes, but also fair. They believed he had great potential, and pushed hard to make sure that he lived up to it. He was taught to read, he was taught to write. He was given training in the sword and the spear by a trainer in service to his family. He was given some lessons in horse riding, and while he's no Rohirrim, he considers himself to be pretty decent at it. Yes, Comarion had all the perks of a noble upbringing.

When he was 12, Comarion, being the son of a noble, became a squire. His military training began in earnest at this point, but he was serving under a knight. He received better training than most of the army, and continued to do so for another three years. For those three years, he served diligently, and without complaint to his lord and brought honor to his family.

After his tenure as a squire, he was able to become a Ranger of Ithilien, serving under Captain Faramir. Comarion developed a great amount of respect for Faramir, Boromir too. Faramir was the thoughtful captain who was loathe to throw away the lives of his men, and for it, his men loved him. When Faramir went into battle, his men followed, knowing that he had done so because it was necessary. Boromir was also loved, for when men went into battle with him, they felt invincible, inspired by this mighty warrior who paid no heed to the attacks of Mordor. With him, the idea of death seemed like a foreign concept. How could anyone with such a mighty ally fail? There was still a problem though.

Nine of them, to be exact. All clad in black and a terror to behold.

The terror part was what made them the problem too. The two brothers were valiant, but there was a limit. The Nazgul inspired dread and terror, weakened the resolve of men, and forced them to break ranks, making them powerful weapons that, as Comarion saw it, allowed Mordor to hold on as long as it had. The power of the Nazgul had to be broken, and a goal had been set; destroy the Nazgul, or at least one of them, and show that they were definitely not invincible.

Comarion first began with the library. Holing himself up in Minas Tirith while he was on leave, it took some time, but he was able to come across something that could harm them, perhaps kill them. Weapons of Westernesse make, especially those made during the Witch-King's war on Arnor, had enchantments woven into the weapons themselves that would allow them to harm or kill the Nazgul. In short, the answer to stopping the power of the Nazgul lay to the North, in the remnants of Arnor.

Despite this information, wherever he went, it was considered a fool's errand. Either they didn't exist, or it wouldn't actually harm them, or something else that was used to dismiss it. After a while, it got kind of irritating, so Comarion finally got fed up and decided that he would take matters into his own hands. A reckless choice, one that would almost certainly have dire consequences down the road, but a choice that he made and strangely, he doesn't regret.

He left.

Yep, just up and left, leaving only a note to explain his motives and that he planned to return. Left his Ranger leathers behind, got something that was far more unassuming and less noticeable, got his horse, and simply left. While he has many, many miles to go, he plans to head to the North, to excavate Westernesse weapons in Eriador, something that can shatter the illusion of invincibility of the Nazgul and thus destroy their chief weapon; fear. Perhaps such a minor thing as hope could change the tide, and allow Gondor to wipe Mordor off the face of the map for good. Perhaps if he brings back enough, his deserting will be shown some leniency even, but that's a far off thought.