On foot, Faramir strides with a regal bearing, clad in armor that gleams like polished starlight. His piercing gaze, a reflection of Gondor’s resilience, surveys the realm with a mix of duty and determination.

Mounted, Faramir becomes a swift thunderbolt, his steed’s hooves stirring echoes of ancient valor. A flowing cloak, the color of twilight, billows behind him as he charges, a living embodiment of Gondor’s indomitable spirit racing across the fields.