Mun:

Your Name: Ashfae
Your Journal: ashfae.livejournal.com
Your Email: ashfae@technicaldetails.org
Your AIM: try_winging_it

Character:

Character's Name: Sparrowhawk/Ged
Character's Fandom: Earthsea Chronicles by Ursula K. LeGuin
Character's Home Universe: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earthsea
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Podded from between Tehanu and The Other Wind, same as Therru (the_burnt_one).
Method of Arrival on Station: Podded

Physical Appearance: Ged, like other Archipelegians, has red-brown skin. His hair was once black but is now more grey; he looks to be in his mid-fifties. His most noticeable feature is a set of four old scars on his left cheek, as though he was clawed by some dark creature (which he was). He's in pretty good condition considering that he's nearly sixty and from a world without penicillin but nothing more. He dresses like a farmer, shirt and trousers made out of some tough material that doesn't tear easily, and good boots.

Personality:
Ged is an old hero. In his youth he was the most powerful wizard in the Archipelago, and ran all over the world chasing adventure--or as he would put it, finding things that needed to be done, and doing them, whether it was saving a group of islands from a horde of dragons or healing a flock of goats who had some goatly ailment. He eventually became the Archmage, head of the School of Wizardry and a potent political figure, particularly in a country that had for centuries been leaderless. As Archmage his youthful exuberance gradually faded to a quieter wisdom which was just as awe-striking.

For most of his life, Ged was a man of great pride. When he lost his power, he also lost his pride, and it took over a year to recover; not just because of grief but because of humiliation and fear that the world would expect him to be what he had been and could no longer be. What helped him most in this was the woman who became his wife, Tenar, a priestess he had rescued in their youth, who had turned her back on what power she had in order to live an ordinary life. For the past several years he's lived quietly and happily with her and their adopted daughter Therru, and in that time he's learned to value menial ordinary tasks as having just as much worth as the greatest feats of magery; it's all part of the whole, each in its place.

All this means that he is quiet and philisophical, and nowadays more prone to watch others doing than to do himself. He is a great believer in balance and the importance of maintaining it. Insert Taoist doctrines here.

Abilities and Skills:

Ged is a man. Previously he was a mage, with the skill of finding and using true names, which accorded him extraordinary power; this power he sacrificed in order to close a door between life and death, and he is now an ordinary man who has learned over the years to value an ordinary life. Just an aged hero who is done with doing.

Or perhaps not. It's said that knowledge is power; if the same holds true for wisdom, Ged is powerful still.

Notes:

Ged's use-name at this point in his life is Hawk; I'm deliberately going to ignore this because if I have characters named Hawk and Hawke I'll go out of my mind, and have him instead return to his older use-name of Sparrowhawk. Ged is a name he'll use in his own thoughts, and he may choose to tell it to someone he trusts utterly, with more than life, should he form any such friendships. Therru, of course, already knows it.

Sample:

Sparrowhawk sits in the desert habitat, eyes closed, letting the harsh winds attack his skin with grit. It's a comforting place for him, for many reasons. He met Tenar in a desert: the arrid Kargish lands, layered with aggression and superstition and dark gods, such an unexpected place to find such a shining woman. He misses her painfully; what little he knows about adapting, Tenar taught him, and adaption is a skill he badly needs here.

Almost as much as he misses his wife, Sparrowhawk misses Gont. The mountains, the goats that as a boy he hated tending, the garden he's taught himself to tend with the same care and reverence he used to devote to magecraft. If there are gardens on this space station--strange words--he hasn't found them. For the first time in years he regrets his lost power, wondering what names he would find for the things here, what true names lurk under the skins of metal and the lightning-powered machines. He remembers every name he ever learned in the years before, but few of them will apply here even if he still had the power to use them, and he no longer has the ability to learn true names.

But he has the ability to learn truth, as any man does. He will make that do.

And he has a daughter.