And mine here. Run and hide, I have a feeling Aramir's going to be sticking his head out for this one.
All right, let's see what I can do with this. Ar was my first fanfiction character and as such has a rather... a-canonical bio. I'll try to tone it down and take out all of the elements I made up.
Name: Aramir Naregond
, goes by Ar, or "Ari" to those who really want to annoy him.
Age: Immortal; he looks like he's in his late twenties. At this point in ME history, he's probably only about 80 or so.
Race: Mostly Elf, a little Man, with the remnants of Orc blood in his veins. He's a mutt.
Horse: A tall black gelding named Narmocarca, Narmo for short.
Appearance: Average male height, about 6'1" and athletically built. Shoulder-length dark hair which would look nice if he ever bothered to brush it. As it is, it's rather messy, kinda wavy, and usually gets in his face. Very dark eyes. He has a thin black scar running across his right cheek, which is the most prominent out of the many scars he's accumulated over the years.
Weapons: He's very proficient with the sword, bow, and daggers, but prefers the sword. He'll probably be carrying all of them with him, though.
History: Ar's family has been tainted with the blood of Orcs since the rape of his great grandmother; against all odds and common sense, the line has been continued down to him and his sister, Sicil, manifesting itself in their murky, not-exactly-red blood but basically nowhere else. I have no idea if such a 'union' would be possible in Tolkien's world or what the result would be, but hey, I was 16 when I made him up...
He grew up in Gondor and met up with weapons and combat early on; eventually he began training Gondorian soldiers as a military commander and was generally considered a master with the broadsword. An unfortunate accident resulted in the revelation of his secret, and through the machinations of one of his rivals, who gave him his scar, he was accused of crimes he did not commit and exiled from Gondor. Since then he has been wandering, dedicated to protecting people as best he can and annoying them in the process.
Personality: Belief that his line should not continue has not stopped Ar from flirting, mostly harmlessly, with every female he meets. He is generally an up-beat, mischievous, and friendly person, although reminders of his past tend to bring on bouts of angst that render him surprisingly silent...usually not for very long. He doesn't mind not being the one in charge, but he always feels a need to know what is going on around him so that he can step in if he thinks it necessary--and he does, probably more often than is necessary.
Given that he's been exiled from Gondor, an invitation to return should be interesting...
And character #2:
Name: Falastor Galathil, Fal for short
Appearance: About 5'9" and average build; he does a lot of travelling so he's in relatively good shape. Short(ish), dirty blonde, wavy hair; hazel eyes and tan skin. He could easily be lost in a crowd as there's nothing terribly distinct about him, except for the fact that he's always carrying (and dropping) way too much stuff.
History: Fal was abandoned as an infant and picked up by a group of traveling performers who, in a bout of uncharacteristic cruelty, decided that, rather than give him a good Gondorian name, they would name him after the hero of the play they were currently performing—Galathil, the brother of Celeborn of Lorien. Fal later took a new first name, but Galathil stuck as his surname. In addition to giving him this unfortunate name, the troop also raised and trained him. Unfortunately, all the training in the world could not make up for his inherent lack of musical and theatrical talent, and more often than not he ran off during performances to explore and chat with the locals. After a while he started collecting maps of the surrounding area from each town they visited and put them together to form a more detailed whole to replace the seriously deficient version troupe was carrying, which eventually resulted in his becoming the Unofficial Troupe Route Planner. He finally left the group after promising never to sing in public again and found his way to the court of Minas Tirith, where he worked his way into a job as a cartographer.
Personality: He talks a lot, and to anyone who will listen, and about any subject that arises, even if he knows nothing about it. He understands that not everyone's interested in cartography and tries not to talk about it too much, but when the conversation lags, he tends to revert to alidades and coordinates. Having spent so much time around theatre people, he's known to say outlandish things that sometimes come off as insults when really he's just joking around.
Fal thinks that, because of all his travels, he has a fairly good knowledge of other cultures and languages, but in fact he does not; he understands other languages fairly well, but when it comes to forming coherent sentences of his own, he's not exactly the guy you want as your communicator. Similarly, his cultural knowledge, though slowly getting better, is often the result of a rather naive, idealising perspective and the fact that he likes to seek out the most colourful, but not always most truthful, characters in any town he stops in.
Misc: Along with rolls and rolls of parchment and other cartography tools, he also carries a well-used bo-staff with which he defends himself when necessary. He's not a master with it, but he can hold his own, and it makes a good walking stick besides.