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Character name: Samwise Gamgee
Series: The Lord of the Rings (movieverse)
Age: 39
Job: Camp Gardener
Canon: Once upon a time, there existed a Dark Lord called Sauron, who obtained unimaginable power thanks to a ring he created. Thankfully for Middle-Earth, karma came to bite him in the ass and the Dark Lord became powerless when the ring was taken away from him. Forced to wait in the shadows until he could get it back, the long lost ring ends up with a peaceful Hobbit called Frodo Baggings. And so, after learning the truth about the ring, he decides to leave on a journey to destroy it forever.
Brave, honest and extremely loyal, Samwise Gamgee is Frodo's devoted gardener and one of his companions on his quest. Unwilling to give up hope at any cost, Sam has an incredible inner-strength that allows him to be optimistic even in the darkest hour. Despite this, Sam tends to be more skeptical than his master and he doesn't hesitates to speak up when necessary. He's different from others of his race because of his deep interest in elves, adventures, and poetry instead of only following a peaceful simple life. In general, Sam is very humble and he has a plain but polite way of speech.
Notes: "Big Folks" is a way Hobbits refer to humans and "The Gaffer" is a title that belongs to Sam's father.
Sample Post:
Beggin' your pardon, Big Folks of The Grand Cornfields, sirs. Name's Samwise Gamgee and I am but just a Hobbit of the Shire who has come here to help you as your supplementary gardener in this time of need.
Let me say, it doesn't come as a surprise just how far the darkness has spread into the west, even after the end of the war. Aye, I can tell it must be disheartening to have fallen into such a decomposing state because of it, but Ms. Sayre has assured me she'll dig up the best ways to help you all. To dissipate that darkness, if you follow me. She's already started by finding you a more peaceful and fuzzy place to live, hasn't she? I heard you've had to make do with living in a swamp in the past years, and to me? There's nothing worse than living in one of those, outside of living inside a volcano, maybe. So don't despair and lose hope, because even in the darkest hour there's always a ray of light that shine bright and warm in our hearts. Those are the things you should focus on while you wait until that new day comes. A new day without your disease. But for now, your hands are needed to make of your lands a better place.
. . . That wasn't meant to be taken literally, really. Please put your hands back on, sirs? I need your green thumbs on you, after all. Thank you, that was something I would've liked to avoid seeing. Now, as kind as Ms. Sayre is, it's easy to notice there's a lot of work to get done round here. My job is to improve the lands and make them into a beautiful garden, and for that to happen there's lots of plants we'd be better off without. Take that giant Venus Fly Trap, for example. It was bad enough when those plants ate insects and your average innocent bugs, but these ones are big enough to trap Hobbits in them. Not a friendly plant to have around, especially with those "Put it in" signs nearby. Another big worry is the corn smut, it looks like it's been spreadin' for some time and now there's too much smut everywhere. Don't snicker like that, it's a serious matter. Smut feeds off the corn plant and decreases the yield, see? But instead of just destroying the crops, we could make corn silage out of it and feed it to the cows I saw on my way here. Which reminds me of something, I didn't like the "Must be this tall to ride" sign next to them. Because, since when cows are for riding? A horse is better suited for such a task, and a cow is for milking anyway. All those will have to go, too.
So, what these lands need are more useful plants. Like dandelions instead of aconite, because the former is a very beautiful but handy plant that can be used to flavour and breed beer, and instead, the latter is a deadly poisonous that seems to have plagued a large part of the field. As The Gaffer used to tell me, a garden needs to be practical more than appealing to the eyes. Aye, looks like your diet is limited and quite lacking, but having some variety to choose from have never killed anyone. And quite frankly? You really need to make some radical changes; maybe you'd stop dropping limbs off everywhere if you did. There has to be a limit for the times you can stuck them back on, right?
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Series: The Lord of the Rings (movieverse)
Age: 39
Job: Camp Gardener
Canon: Once upon a time, there existed a Dark Lord called Sauron, who obtained unimaginable power thanks to a ring he created. Thankfully for Middle-Earth, karma came to bite him in the ass and the Dark Lord became powerless when the ring was taken away from him. Forced to wait in the shadows until he could get it back, the long lost ring ends up with a peaceful Hobbit called Frodo Baggings. And so, after learning the truth about the ring, he decides to leave on a journey to destroy it forever.
Brave, honest and extremely loyal, Samwise Gamgee is Frodo's devoted gardener and one of his companions on his quest. Unwilling to give up hope at any cost, Sam has an incredible inner-strength that allows him to be optimistic even in the darkest hour. Despite this, Sam tends to be more skeptical than his master and he doesn't hesitates to speak up when necessary. He's different from others of his race because of his deep interest in elves, adventures, and poetry instead of only following a peaceful simple life. In general, Sam is very humble and he has a plain but polite way of speech.
Notes: "Big Folks" is a way Hobbits refer to humans and "The Gaffer" is a title that belongs to Sam's father.
Sample Post:
Beggin' your pardon, Big Folks of The Grand Cornfields, sirs. Name's Samwise Gamgee and I am but just a Hobbit of the Shire who has come here to help you as your supplementary gardener in this time of need.
Let me say, it doesn't come as a surprise just how far the darkness has spread into the west, even after the end of the war. Aye, I can tell it must be disheartening to have fallen into such a decomposing state because of it, but Ms. Sayre has assured me she'll dig up the best ways to help you all. To dissipate that darkness, if you follow me. She's already started by finding you a more peaceful and fuzzy place to live, hasn't she? I heard you've had to make do with living in a swamp in the past years, and to me? There's nothing worse than living in one of those, outside of living inside a volcano, maybe. So don't despair and lose hope, because even in the darkest hour there's always a ray of light that shine bright and warm in our hearts. Those are the things you should focus on while you wait until that new day comes. A new day without your disease. But for now, your hands are needed to make of your lands a better place.
. . . That wasn't meant to be taken literally, really. Please put your hands back on, sirs? I need your green thumbs on you, after all. Thank you, that was something I would've liked to avoid seeing. Now, as kind as Ms. Sayre is, it's easy to notice there's a lot of work to get done round here. My job is to improve the lands and make them into a beautiful garden, and for that to happen there's lots of plants we'd be better off without. Take that giant Venus Fly Trap, for example. It was bad enough when those plants ate insects and your average innocent bugs, but these ones are big enough to trap Hobbits in them. Not a friendly plant to have around, especially with those "Put it in" signs nearby. Another big worry is the corn smut, it looks like it's been spreadin' for some time and now there's too much smut everywhere. Don't snicker like that, it's a serious matter. Smut feeds off the corn plant and decreases the yield, see? But instead of just destroying the crops, we could make corn silage out of it and feed it to the cows I saw on my way here. Which reminds me of something, I didn't like the "Must be this tall to ride" sign next to them. Because, since when cows are for riding? A horse is better suited for such a task, and a cow is for milking anyway. All those will have to go, too.
So, what these lands need are more useful plants. Like dandelions instead of aconite, because the former is a very beautiful but handy plant that can be used to flavour and breed beer, and instead, the latter is a deadly poisonous that seems to have plagued a large part of the field. As The Gaffer used to tell me, a garden needs to be practical more than appealing to the eyes. Aye, looks like your diet is limited and quite lacking, but having some variety to choose from have never killed anyone. And quite frankly? You really need to make some radical changes; maybe you'd stop dropping limbs off everywhere if you did. There has to be a limit for the times you can stuck them back on, right?
(( 98.1% in with 51/1. ))