Application: Behedor, son of Arandor

Warning! English is not my 'natural' language, so I hope you can bare with me if there is any flaws in grammar and such. Thank you.

In-Character Information

Full name: Behedor Tarameth
Son of: Arandor Tarameth
Race: Human
Class: Champion
Age:  24
Current Guild: none

Character History:

'The night was clear and the stars was so bright as it could almost pierce the eyes of the ones who was looking straight at them. It was cold, the icy wind from the north could freeze the hearts of men into nothingness.
Except for the illumination of the stars it was almost pitch black in the garrison of Osgiliath, save for some torches stuck in the ground, safely from the barricated walls.

Behedor had the nightshift with his older brother Athinas that night. It had been quiet for weeks now, so most of the men in the garrison was on leave, at home with their families in a warm house, filled with love.
Save for Behedor and his brother, only a hundred men were stationed at the garrison with their Captain, Morgas, a hard man. The captain was an old veteran, and had been in Osgiliath when the last remaining population was driven out back in 2475. Even though he was hard, he was fair to the men serving under him, knowing that they were good lads, all of them. Because that is what they were, lads, or boys as some would call them.

Behedor was only 24 years of age at this time, and his brother was 26, more a man than Behedor, he had already seen the face of combat along the borders of Gondor.
Behedor was proud of his brother, Athinas, who had battled orcs and survived, several times. None of these battles he ever talked about. Behedor never understood why, since he himself had never seen the face of battle yet he was eager to prove himself, to prove himself worthy of his brother's respect and pride.
Behedor had only been stationed here for a couple of weeks, almost as long as he'd been enlisted in the army of Gondor.
But the peace did not last long.

A movement in the corner of his eye, Behedor turned his face towards the river, and across it, there were torches moving, hundreds of them, he could clearly see the ghastly ruins of this once great city in the light of the moving flames.
"MOVEMENT!" he shouted, over and over again, all the soldiers of the one hundred rose to their feet and up on the battlekeeps, Morgas head first.
They all saw what was coming towards them, across the river on small rafts. Hundreds of orcs, hundreds and one hundred more, each and everyone carrying a torch. This was more than a raid that could occur every now and then, this was an attack.
Morgas drew his sword and blew his horn, the sound of it seemd to halter the orcs a bit, but just a bit, and then they were on their way again, slowly.
Suddenly bolts of fire appeared on the sky, coming from the other side of the river, up in the sky they went, and came fast down towards the garrison.
"CATAPULTS!" "Bring forth the water!" Morgas almost screamed as the first bolt of fire crashed inside the garrison on the ground, one unlucky brave soul ended up in the fire and was lost.

More bolts were fired, more bolts crashed into the houses and the walls, more brave souls were lost, half the garrison worked like maniacs to put the fire out.

Behedor looked at his brother with despair and readied his sword, his brother only looked at him with calm, blue eyes.
"This will go fine" he said and turned towards the oncoming orcs that had now started to climb the palissade.
The first wave of the orcs came up on the wall, Athinas went into a battle frenzy and hacked and sliced the orcs that came for him.
Behedor was almost overcome with fear, since this was his first true battle, but he, like his brother, stood his ground and fought, fought for his life.

The orcs had now entered the garrison in full, several hundred of them lay dead already on the battle keep and on the ground, several hundred more were still alive, doing their best to thin the gondorian numbers.
But the men of Gondor would not give up that easily, only a few had died so far, and they were fighting still, with no intentions to surrender.
Athinas was battling two orcs at the same time, one of the orcs he thrusted right in the head, blood squashing all over him, and blinded by the blood the other orc succeded to get a slash in Athinas shoulder, it went deep.
Behedor saw his brother get cut down, and almost went completely mad, he dropped his shield and pulled an axe out of a dead orc, now wearing both sword and axe he went down like a whirlwind, klling the orc that had slain his brother and taking several of the foul beasts with him.
One orc barely got an eye of Behedor as it slashed against him, giving Behedor an open, bloody wound in his face and suddenly he felt a heavy blow against the back of his head. And the world spinned, fast, and went completely black.

Behedor opened his eyes. It was daylight, grey and cold the day seemed to be. He sat up, his head hurt as if he'd had a mountain dropped on it.
He looked about, could barely see, and then he remembered the wound inflicted on him in his face. He spat in his hands and wiped his face from the dry, browm sticky blood, and realised he could still use both of his eyes.
He looked about, he saw bodies, everywhere, mostly orcs, hundreds of dead, mutilated orcs, and humans. And then he saw his brother. Dead. Cold, dead eyes staring directly at him, but the eyes had no light.
He saw others about, soldiers, Gondorians, alive. And he saw captain Morgas, wounded.
Behedor stood up, unsteady like a baby that takes its first steps, his whole body ached, his head was thundering with pain.
He walked towards his brother and kneeled. And he cried. He cried like he had never cried before, he felt the strong hand of Morgas on his shoulder.
"You did good, lad, you did good. And so did he." the captain looked at Behedor with something that could be resembled as pride. There was not a sign of pity. Just pride, and sorrow.
"We lost many good men tonight, and they will all be remembered, but we are still here, the garrison still stands. I will send a messenger to Minas Tirith, to get replacements and reinforcements so you all can be releaved and get some rest, this was indeed a heavy fight. What happened tonight worries me, this was the biggest attack yet in years, and I have a feeling that there will be more of them in the near future, their forces are growing." Morgas said.
"Now, boy, rest, and then when the replacements come, you shall leave for Minas Tirith."

A few days later, Minas Tirith, Army headquarters, 34rd battalion, 9th divison.

"Behedor, come forth", General Uthin said and waved with a gloved hand at Behedor that was standing at attention before him. "Have a seat". The general plucked out some parchments from a leatherbag and put it infront of him on his desk.
"Hmm, Yes, you had quite a tough fight at Osgiliath I see. 236 dead orcs and 57 dead Gondorians. Amongst them your brother. But you won, you held the garrison for the white tree, for Gondor. And we are grateful of that. And you, young Behedor, did impress the captain, yes you did. He said that you took out quite a few orcs before you were knocked out. Well done.
But now, to the real issue that I wanted to discuss with you.
There are rumours of war in the north, that the witchking of Angmar has started to raise his troops and that he is waging war against the free people. That might explain some of the recent activity in osgiliath as well.
But, we have a small divison, north of bree, I can't really tell you more than that.
I want you to go there and speak to their Knight Commander, Arethor, and see if he has any use of you.
I can not promise anything, since you are still on leave and will continue to be on leave until you are fit for service yet again.
You can do whatever you want on your leave, but take my advice, Behedor, go to Bree and look for this divison, and apply to join their ranks, if they see you worthy enough, you will be able to join them. we need people up there. Now, you may leave."
Behedor rose and left, left for his little house inside the walls of Minas Tirith.
He didn't speak to anyone, his head was still aching and the wound in his face was still stinging. He was lucky he could still use his right eye, but he would ge a permanent scar from forehead to cheek, right over the eye.

Behedor went for his house, packed his gear, strapped on his sword and saddled his horse.
There was nothing here for him, so why not take the general's advice and go north? it would take him several weeks, but it would give him something to do.

So off he went, out through the gates of Minas Tirith and out on the plains he stopped one last time. Gazing back at the white city, his bright blue eyes scanned the city, his brown, almost black hair flowing in the wind.
Would he ever see the white city again? And would this divison of knights accept him up in the north, in the town of Bree? His wound in the face began pulsating and he stopped thinking, grapped the reigns of his horse and started to ride for Bree.
He rode like the wind.

Behedor managed to arrive in the town of Bree rather safely, he also made contact with the Knights of Gondor ad got accepted amongst their ranks.
Together with the knights, Behedor fought vicious battles and defeated minions that dares not to be spoken of.
As Behedor developed in his fighting arts, he also noticed he was drawn furter and furter away from his fellow knights. Behedor wasa son of a simple potmaker, and had no royal bonds that knighthood required. Behedor started becoming a bit depressed, altough he fought alongside his brothers in arms, he did not quite feel like home among the knights and started looking for other possibilities, As far as he was concerned, he was still on leave.
Behedor gave a letter of resignation and decided to leave the knights, to venture into the world alone or to find other company thta would perhaps feel more like a home to him.


Out of Character Information

My name is Mattias and i'm working as a forklift operator(forklift driver) in a warehouse. I am currently 25 years old and i''m from Gothenburg, Sweden.
Why I decided to leave the Knights of Gondor is not because I didn't like it there or any of their members. I decided to leave because I want more out of this game than just standing around in the PP(not that there is anything wrong with it, it can be fun sometimes) and RP. I mean, The Knights of Gondor has had some troubles the last couple of months, leaving a lot of members in-active, sometimes even the leader, wich was very sad. And i'm not that hardcore RP'er either, more a casual one. I have no quarrels with the Knights of Gondor what so ever, the decision to leave was mine alone.
I'm looking for a kinship that is doing quests, instances and raids together, a kinship that is alive, a kinship that is active.
And I must say that your kinship does interest me, and I hope you will take me in for a trial.
My character, Behedor, is currently at level 44, a human champion.
Hmmm...I cannot think of anything more to write here at the moment, but please, if you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask.
Cheers // Behedor.

Forgot to mention.
Due to my work, I am only online during very late, from about midnight and onwards, and sometimes during the morning hours.
Since I work on the evenings.
Cheers.

Good luck with your application Behedor :xm4:

I must say that is an exelent aplication. We are a light RP kinship as you know, and it mainly comes down to it that we respect the Rp wishes of others and stay IC when apropriate.
We have been trying to expand our RP endeavours of late so perhaps your comming can be of help to that.

We currently have a lot of members in their early and late 40s (level that is) so you can fit right in and when you all reach 50, and if you desire to do so, we will try to take on raiding within the kinship

Regarding your playing times, I think we are most active between 6 and 12 PM but we do have some members that play later in the night, and earlier in the day. If you get accepted I encourage you to try and group up with Crockman (he is in the US, so online late at nights) and Arlon (who is online during the day when the rest is working). Though I expect during the holidays you will find plenty of active members at all times.

One of our officers will contact you shortly or you can try and contact them, if you feel we are taking to long
I urge you to seek out Bognus, our current Champion Leader as he will be judging your fate

Good luck!

Good luck with your application  :rawkon:

Thanks a lot for the positive responses. See you in-game then tonight hopefully.

He gets my vote on sheer number of words in the application alone.... (and the quality of the English in the story.. )

Bran

Greetings Behedor and welcome!

-- retired hunter --

Wow this is an amazing application! Your english is fine

GOOD LUCK  :geek:

~~~~~Arailas~~~~~
:bunny1: Bunny Girl  :bunny1:

Thanks for the most excellent application.  I'll agree completely with what Thoronthor said above, and I look forward to seeing you in-game!