Strengths: Ennis is strong and fit as far as men go, having chosen a life of tough work, though he has no particular training of any kind or supernatural abilities. He's seen to be a good shot, as when he shoots an elk from a good distance for himself and Jack to eat. He also knows how to handle horses and ranch animals well as a result of his work though later tells his children that he has little to no talent for the rodeo in particular.
Ennis: It was only about three seconds I was on that bronc. The next thing I knew I was flying' through the air.
Emotionally and mentally he is patient and rarely complains about his less than ideal life situation. He is content to live simply, day to day, and is not easily flustered.
Weaknesses: As said before, he is only human. He also gets very clumsy when drunk and loses focus when he becomes too angry. For example, after storming out of his home in a rage he picks a fight with a truck driver and ends up being beaten badly despite initially having the advantage.
Emotionally, his temper is definitely his downfall. He punches Jack after Jack accidentally elbows him, attacks two men at a July 4th celebration when they use foul language around his children, and yells at a man that sees him in an emotionally vulnerable state after leaving Jack, just to name a few instances. Also, Ennis frequently clams up and makes himself emotionally unavailable which can hurt those around him.
Mentally, Ennis has had very little formal education and thus is not particularly book-smart at all. As quoted above, he was only given one year of high school and his brother and sister were unable to provide any other resources for him.
Samples
First Person: Q&A, if you don't mind!
Third Person: Initially, upon waking up in this place, Ennis hadn't had much reason to suspect anything had happened beyond him drinking more the previous night than he should've. Crisp, clean air. Lush greenery. It wasn't unlike Wyoming, wasn't unlike the view up on Brokeback itself. But then…
He'd already come back down off the mountain, back to Signal and while it wasn't the fanciest place it sure as hell wasn't so barren as all this. Ennis jerked himself upright at the first drop of rain on his face, movements still clumsy with sleep as he scooted back until he felt the rough bark of a tree against his skin. A brief shelter, at least. Not that that was all he felt. He grunted, craning his neck to deduce the cause of the pain near his shoulder blades. Upon spotting the small, useless appendages it was all he could do to not work himself into a panicked frenzy, leaping immediately to his feet with all traces of grogginess evaporated.
"Fuckin'…" Ennis's eyes again surveyed the landscape, finally catching sight of the journal a meter or so from him. Just about where he'd woken up, really, in a place he didn't remember and in clothes he'd never changed into. Overcoming any apprehension he moved to retrieve it, pausing only long enough to glance up at those slate grey clouds before retreating back beneath the leafy shade of that nearby tree. Whatever it was that he'd found seemed to be his only real clue and he didn't plan to risk letting it get soaked and potentially damaged.
What the hell was going on? If this was some kind of goddamn puzzle or a trick or something that… no, that didn't make any sense either. He couldn't figure that he had many options either way; working out mysteries wasn't something he'd be arrogant enough to claim as a strength. It seemed that his only chances for making sense of the situation rested with the journal in his hand and in the possibility of finding another person that might have some answers.
Staying out here wasn't going to remain an option for long, that was for sure.
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Ennis: It was only about three seconds I was on that bronc. The next thing I knew I was flying' through the air.
Emotionally and mentally he is patient and rarely complains about his less than ideal life situation. He is content to live simply, day to day, and is not easily flustered.
Weaknesses: As said before, he is only human. He also gets very clumsy when drunk and loses focus when he becomes too angry. For example, after storming out of his home in a rage he picks a fight with a truck driver and ends up being beaten badly despite initially having the advantage.
Emotionally, his temper is definitely his downfall. He punches Jack after Jack accidentally elbows him, attacks two men at a July 4th celebration when they use foul language around his children, and yells at a man that sees him in an emotionally vulnerable state after leaving Jack, just to name a few instances. Also, Ennis frequently clams up and makes himself emotionally unavailable which can hurt those around him.
Mentally, Ennis has had very little formal education and thus is not particularly book-smart at all. As quoted above, he was only given one year of high school and his brother and sister were unable to provide any other resources for him.
Samples
First Person: Q&A, if you don't mind!
Third Person: Initially, upon waking up in this place, Ennis hadn't had much reason to suspect anything had happened beyond him drinking more the previous night than he should've. Crisp, clean air. Lush greenery. It wasn't unlike Wyoming, wasn't unlike the view up on Brokeback itself. But then…
He'd already come back down off the mountain, back to Signal and while it wasn't the fanciest place it sure as hell wasn't so barren as all this. Ennis jerked himself upright at the first drop of rain on his face, movements still clumsy with sleep as he scooted back until he felt the rough bark of a tree against his skin. A brief shelter, at least. Not that that was all he felt. He grunted, craning his neck to deduce the cause of the pain near his shoulder blades. Upon spotting the small, useless appendages it was all he could do to not work himself into a panicked frenzy, leaping immediately to his feet with all traces of grogginess evaporated.
"Fuckin'…" Ennis's eyes again surveyed the landscape, finally catching sight of the journal a meter or so from him. Just about where he'd woken up, really, in a place he didn't remember and in clothes he'd never changed into. Overcoming any apprehension he moved to retrieve it, pausing only long enough to glance up at those slate grey clouds before retreating back beneath the leafy shade of that nearby tree. Whatever it was that he'd found seemed to be his only real clue and he didn't plan to risk letting it get soaked and potentially damaged.
What the hell was going on? If this was some kind of goddamn puzzle or a trick or something that… no, that didn't make any sense either. He couldn't figure that he had many options either way; working out mysteries wasn't something he'd be arrogant enough to claim as a strength. It seemed that his only chances for making sense of the situation rested with the journal in his hand and in the possibility of finding another person that might have some answers.
Staying out here wasn't going to remain an option for long, that was for sure.