Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith - LotR Group RP character profiles

The Basics Name Mithon son of Thandon Nickname Mist, Lachaon name he went by in the south Gender Male BirthdayAge October 9th, TA 2924 94 years old Birth Location Weather Hills, Eriador, Middle-Earth Race Human Dnedain Class Ranger Appearance Hair Color Steel Grey Eye Color Ice Blue Weight 224 pounds Height 64 Basic Physical Description Tall, wide shouldered, well muscled Other Features Scar running from left cheekbone down to his jaw. A myriad of other scars on his body including five arrow wounds and a cut across his right thigh which was from an axe. There are also dozens of scars on his back from various instruments of torture which were used on him. Visual Representation Mithon Background Personality Loyal unto death, focused, courageous, humble, ruthless towards his enemies, cunning, kind to those in need. History Mithon was the third child and second son of Thandon and Arodel. Thandon was the second son of Dirhael and Ivorwen, making him an older brother of Gilraen, Aragorns mother. In short, Mithon is Aragorns cousin. However he did not know either his cousin or their bond for many years. Mithon was born in one of his peoples camps in the Weather Hills. His father was leading a small band of the Dnedain to the west, intending for them to winter on the shores of Lake Nenuial where they could supplement their winter stores by fishing from the lake. However they had been forced to stop because of Arodels impending delivery. However, once Mithon was born, they were only able to spare a few days for his mother to rest. His early life was one of constant travel for awhile until Thandon finally founded a haven for his band. Once they had settled down then Mithons life became one of routine for quite awhile. His mother, father and some of the others would take turns schooling the children during the winter months while in the summer Mithon would tend to the garden and hunt for small game once he was old enough. When he was around twelve his father began to teach him the basics of using weapons. Mithon proved to be an adept student and quickly took to the use of quite a few different arms that were used by his people. When he was sixteen it was finally decided that Mithon was old enough to go on his first ranging. Along with his father and one other man, they journeyed toward the North Downs, intending on making sure that no ilk had come out of the mountains further to the east. It was during this ranging that Mithon saw his first combat, but not against goblins, orc or any other such foul creatures. The three rangers had taken the Greenway south, intending on going to Bree in order to gain news at the world at large. It was enroute that they were waylaid by a band of highwaymen. Outnumbered three to one, the Mithons father initially tried to talk the men don, but it was for naught. The combat was short, but vicious. Mithon proved his mettle though, slaying two of their foes before the remaining three surrendered to the rangers. The young man had proved his worth and from that day on he was counted amongst the men of the Dnedain. For the next eleven years he continued to range, sometimes with other Dnedain and sometimes alone, depending on the task that had been given to him. He journeyed mostly within the lands of Eriador, but he would occasionally venture to the east, even going as far as the town of Dale. But when he was twenty seven years old he, along with all of the Dnedain were summoned for a council. Upon his arrival he heard of the reason their chieftain, Aragorn, had finally come to rejoin them. Ecstatic and very much wanting to meet his cousin Mithon quickly sought him out. The two, being closer to an age, got on rather well and soon enough became friends. They traveled together for a year or so as Aragorn became more accustomed to the ways of their people, but eventually Mithons skills were needed elsewhere. When Mithon was thirty three years of age, his chieftain, Aragorn, informed the Dnedain at a council that he intended to travel through more of the lands of the west. Many Dnedain volunteered to go with their chieftain, Mithon amongst them. Aragorn, however, wished to travel in secret and too large a part would attract unwanted attention. Mithon rose to speak, insisting that Aragorn would need at least one man he could know he trusted by his side. Swayed by Mithons words Aragorn agreed to take one of the Dnedain with him and chose Mithon himself for the task. For their journey Aragorn adopted the name Thorongil, while Mithon dubbed himself Lachaon. And so Mithon and Aragorn journeyed south. First they came to the kingdom of Rohan where they were taken into the service of King Thengel. They served the king loyally for several years, proving their worth in many battles. But war was stirring to the south an Aragorn insisted that they leave to aid Gondor, so they did. Soon enough they found themselves fighting for Gondor, spending some time with the Rangers of Ithilien. They once again both proved their worth and, after more than a decade of service, gained the trust of the captains and others. It was the Prince of Dol Amroth who gave Aragorn command of a squadron of ships and tasked him with harrying the efforts of the Corsairs of Umbar. In turn Aragorn granted Mithon command of one of the ships. Mithon was not the best sailor, but he understood fighting well enough to gain the trust and loyalty of his men. But even Mithons prowess could not win him every battle. One day his ship was set upon by three ships of Umbar. The Gondorians prove to be adept sailors and managed to evade the corsairs for some time before their sails were finally lit by flaming arrows. Mithon and his men put up a valiant fight when they were boarded, but it was not enough. Mithon himself received a blow to the head and was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found himself on a corsair ship, being taken to Umbar to be sold as a slave, or that would have been his fate had the captain of the ship not faced him in battle before. Knowing that Mithon was a captain, the corsair had him brought onto the deck. The other men were as well and were forced to watch as Mithon was tortured for hours upon hours. He gave them nothing, but the pain was horrific. It continued on like that for him, even when they reached Umbar. The days stretched on and on as the corsair captain took pleasure in tormenting Mithon. There seemed to be no end. But his cousin had not forgotten him. Aragorn, having learned of his cousins fate, lead an assault upon Umbar itself. The attack was successful and Aragorn saved Mithon, who was on the edge of death at this point. Mithon lost much time during this period and really did not come back to his senses and, when he did, he found that he was in the elven realm of Lrien. There he had been tended to by his cousin and several elven healers. Having finally started to recoup from his ordeal, Mithon was on hand when Arwen pledged her hand in marriage to Aragorn on the hill of Cerin Amroth. He was happy for his cousin of course and stayed on for some time longer, but he found himself having a need for lands that were more familiar to him. So in Lrien he and Aragorn parted ways. He journeyed north for a time on his own. it was during this time that he met Beruna, a woman of the Beornings. Beruna was a woman of large stature, almost of a height with him and a gifted woodsman in her own right. The two quickly became enamored with one another and, before too long, wed. They settled further to the north, near the ruins of Framsburg. It was there that they lived for six years, Mithon finding a happiness in life with Beruna that he had not known in many years. But, sadly, it did not last. In the winter of their six year of marriage, their home was assailed by goblins riding wargs. The two fought side by side, cutting down many foes, but Berunas ankle was caught by a warg and she was dragged away from him. Mithon went mad and launched himself at the enemy with a furry he did not know he possessed, but it was not enough. Beruna was lost to him. He recovered her body and placed it in their bed, then set fire to their home, allowing it to be her pyre. Mithon stood there until the last tendril of smoke rose from the embers. After his wifes death, Mithon made his way back west to Eriador. His kin, having thought he was dead, were ecstatic to see him. However it was obvious to many that Mithon had endured a loss some time during his travels, for he was more dour and stern then he had been before. Mithon through himself into the struggles that his people were facing, volunteering time and time again to go out with others or taking on tasks on his own to see that they were done. So it was that two years ago, at a council called by Aragorn, that Mithon was tasked with protecting the people of Forodwraith. Aragorn acknowledged that it was a task that should be met by a company of rangers or more, but both of them knew that their peoples resources were already stretched thin. Mithon took the assignment without complaint and before the council was over her departed, making his way north. For the past few years he has lived in Forodwraith, usually wintering with the Lossoth who have come to respect him as a skilled warrior. But one warrior will not be enough to stand against the darkness that is coming. Family Thandon Father, Arodel Mother, Dirhael Grandfather, Ivorwen Grandmother, Gilraen Aunt, Arathorn Uncle, Aragorn Cousin Weapons Mithon carries several different weapons. Some he has had for only a few years, others for decades or more, but each has their own tale about how they came into his possession. Sigwine was given to Mithon by Erkenbrand, a captain of Rohan. Mithon was granted this blade for his actions during a Dunlending ambush, during which he had saved Erkenbrand's life. The blade itself had been Erkenbrand's own and an heirloom of his house, but out of gratefulness he gave it to Mithon. The sword had been a gift to one of Erkenbrand's forefathers who had been a companion to Folcwine, who had been vital in the reconquest of the West-march. The hilt and pommel of the sword are inscribed with the scenes of the dragon Scatha's death at the hands of Fram, the fifth lord of the othod. Beruna's Gift was given to him by his wife, Beruna, as a wedding gift. The bow itself is massive, the bowstave standing seven feet in all. The bow itself had been fashioned by one of Beruna's kinsman and was made of yew. It was two finger widths thick at the widest point and tapered down toward either end. The nocks on either end of the bow were fashioned from horn, specifically the horn from a shed that came from a great stag of Mirkwood. There had been three strings that were given to him along with the bow, all of them made from catgut no, not from cats. Mithon's hand axe is not only a weapon, but also a tool. His axe has been in his possession for more then a two decades and is of good, but simple make. The axe was crafted by a smith of the Woodsmen of Mirkwood. Mithon's dagger and knife are both of Dnedain make. They are both utilitarian in make, with steel blades set into horn handles, which were reinforced with leather on the dagger, catgut on the knife and glue. Likes A roof over his head, a fire, song, stories, friends, elves Dislikes Braggarts, cold camps, cram, the ilk of Sauron Fears Being tortured again, failing in his charge. Best Memoryies Finding his love and wedding her. Traveling with his cousin and friend, Aragorn. Worst Memoryies The loss of his wife. The torture he endured at the hands of the men of Umbar. Favorite Colors Green and silver Sexual Orientation Fairly experienced, dominant, straight male.