Strengths: Physical: Aragorn is physically like any other human, except that his elvish lineage causes him to age much more slowly than most men: at almost 90 he's as strong and vigorous as a man of half his years, or even younger. He's in peak physical condition,and though his strength is unexceptional he has an impressive stamina and dexterity, allowing him travel quickly on foot for weeks on end without tiring, and come come through serious fights without suffering even a scratch. Aragorn is an extremely skilled fighter, proficient with sword and bow (or whatever else is at hand – a flaming torch to the face can be an effective weapon against Wraiths, it seems).
Mental: Aragorn is a skilled tactician and fighter, but his knowledge isn't restricted to combat. Raised by the elves at Imladris, he is well versed in history, languages and literature; he's as happy with a book in his hands as a sword. He is also a skilled healer, with both extensive knowledge of herbs and a healing touch which has helped to heal wounds and sicknesses (he uses Athelas to treat Frodo's Morgul blade wound, and though I'm taking him from an earlier point in the books, in Return of the King he heals Eowyn's wounds with his touch). As Chieftain of the Rangers of the North, Aragorn is as at home in the wilderness as he is in a tavern or the halls of home.
Emotional: Aragorn is fiercely loyal to his friends, to the point of throwing himself in danger's way to protect them (like taking on several Nazgul on Amon Sul to defend the hobbits). He is also a determined bastard, and once he has resolved to achieve something he will do all he can to reach his goal. He has a strong sense of honour and duty, forcing him to act when he might prefer not to and colouring many of his decisions. Perhaps Aragorn's strongest motivating emotion, and that which prompts him to set out into the world in the first place, is his love for his betrothed: the elf maiden Arwen, who he has loved for nearly 70 years but cannot wed until his quest is completed.
Weaknesses: Physical: Aragorn has no particular physical weaknesses; he's human, and therefore prone to all of the injuries and sicknesses that affect humans, though his elven blood probably gives him some immunity to illness.
Mental: Aragorn isn't a genius by any means, but he's not stupid, either. In dangerous situations he might be accused of thinking with his sword first and his mind second, but both blade and brain are fairly sharp.
Emotional: Many of the emotional strengths listed above could also be considered weaknesses. Aragorn's deep-seated sense of duty and honour forces him to go out into the world as a ranger and adventurer when he'd be happier to sit by a warm fire with a book and a pipe. He suffers from bouts of self-doubt and deep melancholy, especially when he feels that he has failed him companions (when his friend and advisor Gandalf is lost at Kazadum he is almost unable to continue, so racked with guilt at the great loss).
Samples
First Person: Q&A, please. Aragorn really isn't one for too much introspection and monologing.
Third Person: He could hear running water, but it was not the Anduin. The flow was too fast and the bed too shallow: a bubbling stream rather than the mighty river. It was like the laughter of a child, not the roar of the great Anduin. Aragorn slowly opened his eyes. Above were dark trees and a cold, bright sky, but the sun had shifted and the season seemed wrong. His body was aching and sore, though he didn't recall being struck. There had been orcs, he remembered. They were under attack and he'd heard Boromir's horn and run toward the solemn call. Boromir. The memory returned to him and stabbed at his heart like an icy blade. He had arrived at the clearing too late and found the Gondorian dying on the cold ground, his chest pierced by thick-shafted arrows; his bright lifes-blood mingling on the hard earth with the black ooze of his felled enemies. With his last breath the man had pledged himself to Aragorn and called him king.
“My brother.” Aragorn's voice was hoarse, his throat dry like parchment. “Forgive me, Boromir: I have failed you.”
He sat up slowly, wincing in pain. He didn't recall being struck, and if the orcs had attacked him while he knelt over his dead friend then why had they left him alive? And why had they... taken his clothes? The cool breeze pricked at the man's bare arms and chest and he realised with a start that his clothes and cloak were gone and he wore only a thin pair of white trousers. His weapons were also nowhere to be seen. Nor was Boromir, though his absence seemed more reasonable when Aragorn realised that he was no longer on Amon Hen. As orcs were not known for stripping their enemies, moving them and then leaving them alive, if injured, in woodland clearing, it was clear that someone else had done this, though to what end Aragorn had no idea.
Moving more stiffly than he would have liked, Aragorn searched the clearing quickly for his weapons, but there was no sign of sword or bow or knife, nor of his clothes. Unwilling to venture out both naked and unarmed, the man picked up a sturdy-looking branch and swung it as if wielding a longsword, inhaling sharply as a shock of pain ran up his spine. Aragorn laid down his new sword and began to run calloused hands up his back, searching for a wound that might need urgent attention, but felt no blood. He was surprised the find something protruding from his back, but it was not the sword or axe or arrow he might have expected. It was something... feathery?
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Physical: Aragorn is physically like any other human, except that his elvish lineage causes him to age much more slowly than most men: at almost 90 he's as strong and vigorous as a man of half his years, or even younger. He's in peak physical condition,and though his strength is unexceptional he has an impressive stamina and dexterity, allowing him travel quickly on foot for weeks on end without tiring, and come come through serious fights without suffering even a scratch. Aragorn is an extremely skilled fighter, proficient with sword and bow (or whatever else is at hand – a flaming torch to the face can be an effective weapon against Wraiths, it seems).
Mental: Aragorn is a skilled tactician and fighter, but his knowledge isn't restricted to combat. Raised by the elves at Imladris, he is well versed in history, languages and literature; he's as happy with a book in his hands as a sword. He is also a skilled healer, with both extensive knowledge of herbs and a healing touch which has helped to heal wounds and sicknesses (he uses Athelas to treat Frodo's Morgul blade wound, and though I'm taking him from an earlier point in the books, in Return of the King he heals Eowyn's wounds with his touch). As Chieftain of the Rangers of the North, Aragorn is as at home in the wilderness as he is in a tavern or the halls of home.
Emotional: Aragorn is fiercely loyal to his friends, to the point of throwing himself in danger's way to protect them (like taking on several Nazgul on Amon Sul to defend the hobbits). He is also a determined bastard, and once he has resolved to achieve something he will do all he can to reach his goal. He has a strong sense of honour and duty, forcing him to act when he might prefer not to and colouring many of his decisions. Perhaps Aragorn's strongest motivating emotion, and that which prompts him to set out into the world in the first place, is his love for his betrothed: the elf maiden Arwen, who he has loved for nearly 70 years but cannot wed until his quest is completed.
Weaknesses:
Physical: Aragorn has no particular physical weaknesses; he's human, and therefore prone to all of the injuries and sicknesses that affect humans, though his elven blood probably gives him some immunity to illness.
Mental: Aragorn isn't a genius by any means, but he's not stupid, either. In dangerous situations he might be accused of thinking with his sword first and his mind second, but both blade and brain are fairly sharp.
Emotional: Many of the emotional strengths listed above could also be considered weaknesses. Aragorn's deep-seated sense of duty and honour forces him to go out into the world as a ranger and adventurer when he'd be happier to sit by a warm fire with a book and a pipe. He suffers from bouts of self-doubt and deep melancholy, especially when he feels that he has failed him companions (when his friend and advisor Gandalf is lost at Kazadum he is almost unable to continue, so racked with guilt at the great loss).
Samples
First Person: Q&A, please. Aragorn really isn't one for too much introspection and monologing.
Third Person:
He could hear running water, but it was not the Anduin. The flow was too fast and the bed too shallow: a bubbling stream rather than the mighty river. It was like the laughter of a child, not the roar of the great Anduin. Aragorn slowly opened his eyes. Above were dark trees and a cold, bright sky, but the sun had shifted and the season seemed wrong. His body was aching and sore, though he didn't recall being struck. There had been orcs, he remembered. They were under attack and he'd heard Boromir's horn and run toward the solemn call. Boromir. The memory returned to him and stabbed at his heart like an icy blade. He had arrived at the clearing too late and found the Gondorian dying on the cold ground, his chest pierced by thick-shafted arrows; his bright lifes-blood mingling on the hard earth with the black ooze of his felled enemies. With his last breath the man had pledged himself to Aragorn and called him king.
“My brother.” Aragorn's voice was hoarse, his throat dry like parchment. “Forgive me, Boromir: I have failed you.”
He sat up slowly, wincing in pain. He didn't recall being struck, and if the orcs had attacked him while he knelt over his dead friend then why had they left him alive? And why had they... taken his clothes? The cool breeze pricked at the man's bare arms and chest and he realised with a start that his clothes and cloak were gone and he wore only a thin pair of white trousers. His weapons were also nowhere to be seen. Nor was Boromir, though his absence seemed more reasonable when Aragorn realised that he was no longer on Amon Hen. As orcs were not known for stripping their enemies, moving them and then leaving them alive, if injured, in woodland clearing, it was clear that someone else had done this, though to what end Aragorn had no idea.
Moving more stiffly than he would have liked, Aragorn searched the clearing quickly for his weapons, but there was no sign of sword or bow or knife, nor of his clothes. Unwilling to venture out both naked and unarmed, the man picked up a sturdy-looking branch and swung it as if wielding a longsword, inhaling sharply as a shock of pain ran up his spine. Aragorn laid down his new sword and began to run calloused hands up his back, searching for a wound that might need urgent attention, but felt no blood. He was surprised the find something protruding from his back, but it was not the sword or axe or arrow he might have expected. It was something... feathery?