Birth Name: Branur Dinacar
Nickname or Title: Captain, Captain Branur, Bran, and Bregolsogannen. (Sindarin)
Race: Man.
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Age: 37
Appearance: Branur's armor is essentially this. Minus the helmet, Branur does not wear one. Other than that he has a Cloak of Lorien, Dunedian bracers, and a belt gifted to him from a Dwarvish friend.
Physical Description: Branur is a fair man, he retains a taller height than most Gondorians and has much different features that distinguish him from his Southern Kin. First off is the height and thereafter his eye color, upon inspection Branur has dark, sapphire blue eyes. His hair is a jet, almost raven black coloration and hangs to his shoulders, his has a small amount of facial hair, more of a stubble than anything. Adoring his face are multiple scars, a large nick in the chin, a gash on his left cheek, and another line going crossways from his right temple to his left cheek again.
Branur's body is that you'd expect from a veteran, he has a substantial bulk of muscle. Giving his body a very gentle, and not overly noticeable "V" shape, making him nearly regal in appearance. His skin is a tanish-Caucasian dotted with various scars, cuts, a few arrow-wounds. However, the man's body, neck to feet is one empathic unity of strength and endurance, a pinnacle of a soldier.
Personality: Branur is a great many things, he is both noble and brave. He has been forged in the streets of Minas Tirith and the fires of warfare. But unlike most he has taken a more noble path. Branur views every life in war as a valuable, and has a tremendous sense of duty, valor, honor, and loyalty. Branur, is both determined and intelligent. However, the intelligence is limited by a massive stubborn streak. Branur has throws himself into battle without a thought to defend those around him or those he views worth it. However, he is both kind and merciful, willing to make new friends and alliances as long as his terms are seen fit and placed on the agenda.
Flaw(s): As stated earlier Branur is overly-stubborn, and can place himself and his fellows in danger due to such, added onto this is a massive amount of pride in himself and his past, and even worse, Branur nearly died at the hands of a Morgul blade, he still carries a small taint being mortal. Making him easily turned by Ancient Evils, or atleast making it harder to control himself.
Weaponry: Torogdagnir is his signature weapon, a blade forged long ago in the First Age by the High Elves, it's name is Trollbane in mortal tongue. The large greatsword is mithril infused, making it stronger than most weapons of this age. His second weapon is a bow given to him by Haldir himself, Celebgwaew meaning Silverwindstorm, being smaller than most Lorien long bows it does not pack as much strength but it still capable of powerful long-shots that most bows pale in comparison to. Onto this Branur wields a Silver-Mace, being mortal in make this is his back-up if the blade fails, the weapon is a family heirloom passed down from his mother to his father to him. Other than that, Branur carries a simple steel-shortsword, two steel daggers, and a few small knives.
Armor or clothing: As stated earlier Branur wears a standard set of Gondorian armoring, however, as opposed to a single layer of chainmail under the steel Branur wears two and a thin layer of leather. Giving him more damage protection. This weighs him down however, Branur is not agile nor sneaky.
Skills and Abilities: -Weapon Master: After years of combat and training Branur has mastered a wide variety of weapons, including some siege engines such as ballistae and trebuchets to standard arms like swords, spears, halberds, axes, and the like. This allows Branur to use nearly any weapon he comes across.
-Leader of Men: Being a Captain, Branur has learned to rally men in times of darkness and the battlefield. He is also able to inspire near by men through mere actions without words.
-Blood of Númenór: Branur may be half blooded Dunedain but has received some blessings through the blood, he is far hardier and stronger than most men and capable of more outstanding feats of strength.
-War-Master: Branur has fought on many battle fields in Middle Earth during his time in Gondor. While the main stay of his campaigns were in Osgilliath he has also fought Wrights and Ghouls in the White Mountains, Umbarians on the sea, and Haradrim and Easterlings in the wood-lands of Ithillen and along the Great River. This gives Branur an ability to make battle-plans on nearly every terrain.
-Ithillen Ranger Training: Branur may not be sneaky but he is both an avid tracker and trapper due to these skills. Knowing how to set up ambushes while not being particularly good at using them. This ability also gives him the ability to use minor herbal remedies for first aid.
-Elven Bow Training: Branur is one of the few men to learn of Elvish bow arts, he is by no means a masterful archer but he is a marksman, however again, he is not sneaky so he must get shots off quick and strong as opposed to skilled.
-Blade of Elendil: Branur's most noteworthy skill, as a Captain, Branur can call upon teachings of the ancients to make his blade glow with yellow-gold light in the sun. Inspiring allies around him to great feats, whilst making creatures of the dark and enemy to cower in fear and anger.
History: Branur's history is a long and nearly confusing one, Branur hails from Gondor, he was born in the White City of a love between a roving Dunedain female and his father. When Branur was weaned, his mother took her leave, giving the mace to his father for when Branur was old enough. The young child lived with his father for years, until he was about seven. At this age his father died and having no other relatives he was forced to fend for self.
Branur began to scavenge among the slums of Minas Tirith at this age, living off whatever he could. It was a horrible life, this carried on until he was about ten years old when he was picked up by a guardsman of the city, who gave him a better life by making him a courier for the guards.
When warfare in Osgilliath escalated, Branur was merely thirteen years of age. He was quick to join, being placed as a Banner guard. He watched war from this young age, carrying the flag-of-his-fathers into combat. He returned to Osgilliath again and again after, slowly rising in rank. During one battle he took up a Captain's blade and rallied the troops to his side. He proved his metal during this battle and was promoted to a Captain himself.
Branur's campaigns were across the land too. He has fought in a wide range of climates and terrains and a large range of foes from simple trolls and orcs, to dark men, to even the undead. One of the most noteworthy of these was when Branur lead a small company to victory against a Murmakill backed by its Easterling riders with cunning. This earned Branur a spot among the Rangers of Ithillen as well as a Captain of his country.
Since then he has been on many botched assignments, Branur seemed to be on Denethor's shit list, mainly because he was able to inspire hope and minor unrest among the people. Becoming a hero in many of their eyes, rising from a slum-boy to a prominent figure in Gondorian society. Branur was eventually sent north on a scouting mission, he however took to long. He was wondered by a Nazgul and spent months among the Elves of Lorien and Mirkwood, he built friendships with both races who helped him on many occasions. He became a Liaison.
However, upon his return to Gondor, Denethor found a way to finally crush this inside threat. He levyed Branur as a Elf-Spy and traitor to the Kingdom. Branur was unable to defend from these charges and was exiled when the good of Gondor was always in his mind. He returned to live among the Elves and after a drunken period he began searching ways to get back into Gondor. Missing the White City and the kinship of his people.
RP Sample: Steel boots thudding across the earth as Branur wandered across The Last Bridge. He looked wistfully at the water over the edge of the ancient Arnorian stone before carrying on. His mind recalling the history of the area as he moved. It used to be part of the Kingdom of Rhudar, a Northern Haven of Men that ended up serving The Witch-King of Angmar. He was unable to ponder the history though, carrying on. On the end of the Bridge waited the Grey Wizard, Gandalf. "Hail, friend... Did you call for Council... I was helping Lord Thranduil in Mirkwood when your summons came."
"Indeed I do," Gandalf muttered, "you're needed for a very important task, one pivotal to the safety of Middle Earth." Branur chuckled at this and turned back to the old man. "Of course I'm needed, I am indeed one of the best... And I've heard rumors... The Elves of the east have been whispering." Gandalf grumbled and carried on. "Always so prideful Branur... I am sure you want a reward." "Damn right I do." The man cackled in response. "Then you shall have it!" Gandalf replied. "Things are now in motion, soon a King will return to Gondor and I am sure you know him, and he knows you, or atleast of you. You are known to the Dunedain too... In fact you have worked among them and found your mother's tomb... But that's beside the point. I am sure he will reward you with a seat on his council of this goes smoothly, you could be a High General of Gondor, the first in years. Now with payment aside, will you join?"
Branur was weighing his choices with silent enthusiasm. His pride was biting into him, telling him to do it. "Of course I shall... You said you needed the best, and so I am. It would be irresponsible of me not to." Gandalf couldn't help but chuckle, his task done.
("Whats Tater's Precious? Hmmm? What's Tater's?")