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Roran
"But the Ibo people have a proverb that when a man says yes his chi(personal god) says yes also" Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe
Roran was presented with all of life's greatest gifts from the day he was born. He was a farm boy almost miller, perhaps, but he was content. He was a farm boy almost miller, and so he had greater endurance and understanding when the world demanded it of him. He was a farm boy, and so he could be the greatest warrior in the time of the Black King's reign.
He was never destined to be a Rider, but he was destined for greatness. When his cousin felled hundreds by magic and dragonfire he matched his prowess with the strength of his arm and the sturdiness of his hammer. He was never destined to be a Rider, because he didn't need to be one- life came naturally to him and practicality was his friend. So when his cousin was feared and loved, hated and adored, slandered and praised, he won over the world with his straightforward mannerisms and skill. He was the hero of all, and he never needed a dragon to eclipse, or be eclipsed by his hard work.
A leader by nature, he lived in the right time to find success and strength. He lived with the right people, with a father who taught him the right values and a cousin so full of questions and compassion that he found a dragon. His short life he spent with the Greats of the time, because he who uprooted a village, laid the foundation for the belief in Urgal-Human relations and killed nigh on twice hundred men in a single battle and then took a beating for doing the right thing qualified with ease for the position.
In matters of the heart, he excelled as well. Who would deny the bard which sang of his devotion to Katrina? He never had to fight particularly hard for her love; extenuating circumstances would take the place of dancing and dodging around the other. He won her once, when she fell in love with him. He won her twice, when he defied her father to ask her hand. Then he won her thrice, when he rescued her from the Ra'zac. So she stayed with him during a time when love was rash, love was bumbling, was chess, was dancing, was torture, was scars. No one else could claim as much during those days; and that is why men revere him as the mortal in the game of gods, he who exceeded his peers. It is why dragons will speak to him, for he had the sense Riders frequently lack (Eragon was not the first, nor the last, to have a penchant for danger). It is why dwarves will clink mugs of their finest brew with him, for his fortitude hewn out of stone. It is why urgals defer to him, for his strength and valour. It is also why elves greet him first, for his admirable faith.
There were no doubts that nature smiled upon Roran Stronghammer and adorned Garrowsson with love. And it was doubly true that Roran had made her proud.
Roran of the Hammer, he who was loved, would always be a hero, now and forever.
A/N:
Umm, yeah, so. It has occurred to me that I really need to improve my English. And what better way to do so than through characterisation? For sure, I will use different forms of writing to find one that suits me best. (This form of writing I tried adapting from TFA, which I'm studying as a lit text! I don't think I succeeded though._.)
Hence, I would really appreciate it if you critiqued my writing. (Which should be in British English)
No, I won't get offended if you don't review/are highly critical of me and no, I won't ask you to review, but yes, my fingers are crossed.