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goldenplaitsCharacter Information:
Fingon is "wise" (which for example seems to mean that he's good at understanding others and acting accordingly, not necessarily that he makes great judgement calls on his own actions), "valiant" (Tolkien for stupidly reckless - remember Poland? Tolkien'd totally have called him valiant, too) and hates nobody except for evil itself. That might be one of the reasons why he tends to get along with everyone and actively work for everyone to get along, even when all parties aren't interested - coupled with the reckless thing and a keen understanding of politics and reality over pride, that can lead to interesting situations like "hey, I'll walk right into the dark lord's backyard and steal away this guy who used to be my bestie and probably betrayed me, so that our two factions will talk to each other again and will stop being an easy target due to being divided". He values friendship highly, is loyal, adventurous, stubborn, wants genuinely the best for not only his people but also others that he considers friends or in need of his help. He's more optimistic than realistic and generous, but also ambitious and someone who will not regret - look at the past and learn from it, yet, but even when he did something really atrocious (like killing some people that he was more or less directly related to) he will only look at the past to learn from it, not to sink into regret. He is also proud and knows who he is, and while he's fairly open and not conceited for an elf/Noldo, that is still a "for an elf" thing.
Oh and seriously I'll not bother you with fucking Tolkien fictional ancient history, that's some serious tl;dr and it comes down to "everyone was dumb and in the end also dead and shit happened", but the important parts are: Grew up in what was like elf paradise (only with clothes and sex being available), then the above mentioned personified evil started spreading rumours, killed Fingon's grandfather (the king) and stole some shit called the silmarils, to which his uncle (who was now the king) decided that "let's run after him to not only kill his ass and take back the silmarils, but also hey! you all should come with me because we can totally regain the lands that should belong to us there and have adventures and kingdoms!!!" and Fingon thought WHOA WHAT A GREAT IDEA and talked his dad into going along even though his dad and uncle didn't get along like, at all.
Anyway the uncle went to get some ships, the people who owned them went lol no, then the above mentioned killing thing happened. Then they buggered off up North along the coast until they basically reached Siberia; on the way, the not!god of fate decided to curse them. But there weren't enough ships to cross over to Alaska so the uncle took the ships and some people and went over and then BURNT THEM. By the way, cousin bestie is that uncle's son, so he only went, and then Fingon and his dad and everyone else who remained had to walk across the grinding ice, which sucked a lot and killed a number of people. And then they met up with his uncle's people again later on, with the uncle dead, and then the cousin bestie kidnapped by Evil-guy, and everyone hated everything. So Fingon went and rescued cousin bestie, who was believed to be dead. I'm taking him from after he returned from that.
Sample:
[The first thing that he hears when he wakes is silence, the first thing that he feels is being alone - and yet there should be many people around, separated only through the layers of a tent, walking by a few metres away at most. But here he is, alone, ...and yet it doesn't feel like an evil place, either. Simply empty.
When he sits up, a hand going to the knife at his belt. Did Morgoth throw an enchantment over the camp while he was asleep, passed into unconsciouseness from the peril that seeking for Maedhros put him through? But there is truly nobody around, and his things - sword and bow and harp - are on him as they were when he returned. This, a short glance tells him, also includes his sullied clothes. He'll have to take care of that later, though. First... first he will get up, as quietly as possible, and use the skills that war and hunt and years of visiting his cousin even when their fathers were sour with each other (that is, secretly) have brought him to look around. This might be a trap, he might be watched and followed, but he cannot feel either of those on himself... so there is hoping that his stealth will be of use. To him and to others, perhaps, if his sleep is the reason why nobody else is here.
And yet, when he walks empty corridors, and after a long time finally sees another person, his stealth is put to an immediate end because this place just allows for no hiding places... and so he will hail them, ready to reach for his sword and defend himself, yet still smiling, friendliness and openness reflecting in his voice, stance and expression.] Well met, stranger! Are you native to this place?
Fingon is "wise" (which for example seems to mean that he's good at understanding others and acting accordingly, not necessarily that he makes great judgement calls on his own actions), "valiant" (Tolkien for stupidly reckless - remember Poland? Tolkien'd totally have called him valiant, too) and hates nobody except for evil itself. That might be one of the reasons why he tends to get along with everyone and actively work for everyone to get along, even when all parties aren't interested - coupled with the reckless thing and a keen understanding of politics and reality over pride, that can lead to interesting situations like "hey, I'll walk right into the dark lord's backyard and steal away this guy who used to be my bestie and probably betrayed me, so that our two factions will talk to each other again and will stop being an easy target due to being divided". He values friendship highly, is loyal, adventurous, stubborn, wants genuinely the best for not only his people but also others that he considers friends or in need of his help. He's more optimistic than realistic and generous, but also ambitious and someone who will not regret - look at the past and learn from it, yet, but even when he did something really atrocious (like killing some people that he was more or less directly related to) he will only look at the past to learn from it, not to sink into regret. He is also proud and knows who he is, and while he's fairly open and not conceited for an elf/Noldo, that is still a "for an elf" thing.
Oh and seriously I'll not bother you with fucking Tolkien fictional ancient history, that's some serious tl;dr and it comes down to "everyone was dumb and in the end also dead and shit happened", but the important parts are: Grew up in what was like elf paradise (only with clothes and sex being available), then the above mentioned personified evil started spreading rumours, killed Fingon's grandfather (the king) and stole some shit called the silmarils, to which his uncle (who was now the king) decided that "let's run after him to not only kill his ass and take back the silmarils, but also hey! you all should come with me because we can totally regain the lands that should belong to us there and have adventures and kingdoms!!!" and Fingon thought WHOA WHAT A GREAT IDEA and talked his dad into going along even though his dad and uncle didn't get along like, at all.
Anyway the uncle went to get some ships, the people who owned them went lol no, then the above mentioned killing thing happened. Then they buggered off up North along the coast until they basically reached Siberia; on the way, the not!god of fate decided to curse them. But there weren't enough ships to cross over to Alaska so the uncle took the ships and some people and went over and then BURNT THEM. By the way, cousin bestie is that uncle's son, so he only went, and then Fingon and his dad and everyone else who remained had to walk across the grinding ice, which sucked a lot and killed a number of people. And then they met up with his uncle's people again later on, with the uncle dead, and then the cousin bestie kidnapped by Evil-guy, and everyone hated everything. So Fingon went and rescued cousin bestie, who was believed to be dead. I'm taking him from after he returned from that.
Sample:
[The first thing that he hears when he wakes is silence, the first thing that he feels is being alone - and yet there should be many people around, separated only through the layers of a tent, walking by a few metres away at most. But here he is, alone, ...and yet it doesn't feel like an evil place, either. Simply empty.
When he sits up, a hand going to the knife at his belt. Did Morgoth throw an enchantment over the camp while he was asleep, passed into unconsciouseness from the peril that seeking for Maedhros put him through? But there is truly nobody around, and his things - sword and bow and harp - are on him as they were when he returned. This, a short glance tells him, also includes his sullied clothes. He'll have to take care of that later, though. First... first he will get up, as quietly as possible, and use the skills that war and hunt and years of visiting his cousin even when their fathers were sour with each other (that is, secretly) have brought him to look around. This might be a trap, he might be watched and followed, but he cannot feel either of those on himself... so there is hoping that his stealth will be of use. To him and to others, perhaps, if his sleep is the reason why nobody else is here.
And yet, when he walks empty corridors, and after a long time finally sees another person, his stealth is put to an immediate end because this place just allows for no hiding places... and so he will hail them, ready to reach for his sword and defend himself, yet still smiling, friendliness and openness reflecting in his voice, stance and expression.] Well met, stranger! Are you native to this place?