Post by torin on Mar 4, 2012 17:12:56 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Torin
Race: Human
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Birthplace: Highever, Ferelden.
Residence: Wondering/Mobile
Affiliation: None.
Occupation: Sellsword/Mercenary
Religion: Faith in the Maker, but hardly the most devout.
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0
Cunning: 1
Gear:
Torin makes use of a massive suit of Dwarven armour, it is quite obviously not a standard suit as it fits his human sized and shaped body. The suit is made from Silverite and he commissioned its making. He wields a pair of White steel longswords (both of which are enchanted with lightning runes) in combat and occasionally makes use of a Whitewood longbow.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Torin is of only moderate height, standing at roughly five feet and eleven inches but he is by no means a small man. He is broad shouldered at one hundred and eighty pounds of muscle he is like a maiden's fantasy. His hair, which he wears long, is a dark blonde and his eyes are green. His face is considered handsome by some and he can usually be seen smiling for one reason or another. Some say his smile has a boyish cheekiness to it.
Although not wanting for muscle, he is not of great bulk but a lean muscle. He'd have made a fine rogue if not for his preference in fighting his foe face to face.
Personality: Torin is an interesting individual. He is kind and approachable, sociable and endearing. He might spend all day and all night taking part in the crudest and rudest banter that would leave an outsider thinking they were enemies with those he calls his brothers but should a naive post a threat to them he will be the first to draw blade.
He is a swashbuckling charmer, a thrill seeking vagabond and a showman among warriors. At first glance one might think he is fearless, for he can charge a dozen darkspawn and risk life and limb without missing a step but the man has fears. They simple do not tend to present themselves on the battlefield. They haunt his sleep.
HISTORY
Torin's youth was a typical one. As a boy he played in the grass with his friends and jumped from high rocks into the water. As an older boy he brought the farmers daughters to the dances, they tended to sneak away once they could steal some wine however. It was not all fun and games however. Torin's parents were not wealthy people, nor were they comfortable with coin. Once he was old enough Torin signed on with a merchant, to act as guard for his caravans where ever they may go. Most of his coin went home so his mother and father could put food on the table for themselves and his sisters of which he had two.
While the arrangement worked, it brought Torin far from home. The merchant was a "brave" man, at least he was brave in that he took dangerous routes and hid on his caravan as his guards kept away all manner of beasts, monsters, bandits and corrupt soldiers. As it would happen, along a long and dark path Torin discovered he had a talent for killing things.
Eventually the merchant decided he had lined his pockets with enough foreign gold and decided it was time to spend more time in his house in Denerim. It was time for Torin to move on. He returned to Highever for a while, he tried his hand at being a townguard but found himself uncomfortable with the uniform rules and regulations and eventually moved on. He became a wandering mercenary, applying his trade across Fereldon and occasionally as far as Orlais. He had thought himself noble in taking on only assignments from people who seemed to be of good character but it is a harsh lesson to learn noble types are rarely what they seem. When Torin realized the price of his actions he took some time to consider his life.
He was a warrior, through and through there was no question. He had no skill that could bring in coin that did not involve a sword. He returned to his trade, wondering Fereldon as perhaps the finest mercenary that ever did walk if perhaps also one of the most expensive. Somewhere along the way the man had become great at what he did. Every so often some of good stock would join him, they would be paid to raid a network of caverns or escort someone through the darkest depths of the forests.
On occasion he has been part of a mercenary auxiliary unit for a larger force, when Ferelden has needed to muster its numbers for war. But those occasions are few and far between.
These days Torin wonders Ferelden, applying his trade as a warrior supreme, using his coin to drink away the faces of the dead men that haunt his dreams.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Torin works
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Roleplay Experience: About 12 years at this point, give or take
Language(s): English
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Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
She spat on his face, if they'd learn nothing else from this whole event it was that Vincent Stark was not a lady. Ladies didn't spit. His rage at the moment seemed so intense one would be mistaken for thinking the offending saliva was about to evaporate from his face. It didn't however, a hand rose to remove it.
Lady Iron Man continued to ridicule his word and soil the air with her words proving how warped her view of events were. Soon enough her sword came upon him and came at his shoulder, piercing his armour and spilling blood from his shoulder, with a cheap shot she managed to lay him low before striking at his shoulder again.
If the spilling of his blood did anything but knock at his pride, it gave little sign. The God of Might arose from the ground with a roll of his shoulders before his entire body seemed to pulse with strength. With a motion so fast it would have been impossible for Vincent's eyes to follow it without the aid of her faceplate's tracking sensors, he revealed his golden lasso.
With a expert movement of his hand he swung the unbreakable lasso, it found its target true as it hooked over the plasma blade before with a tug tightening at her wrist. Octavius's leg came up to wrap around the lasso's length, when he brought his foot down it pulled the lasso in, and Vincent. The hand holding the lasso twisted into an elbow strike at the incoming Vincent, slamming the side of her helmet.
His leg curled itself loose before planting itself firmly into the ground so as to anchor his body allowing his other leg to swing. It came around so the back of his knee could hook the back of her neck, driving her into the dirt of the crater.
He gave her no respite however, one powerful hand took hold of what it could at the back of her waist, while his other hand took her by the rear of the armour's protective collar. With teeth gritting in rage he brought her up, clear above his shoulders so her front was facing the heavens.
"Now Stark, your affront to the Gods and your treachery ends!" Just as he was about to bring her down on his knee to break her and her toy suit in half.....something happened.
It came from the sky, curling down in a manner impossible in nature, a lightning bolt! It struck the Might God and earned a mighty roar of pain for its efforts, Octavius was sent reeling and stumbled away, dropping Vincent to the dirt before only feet away he fell to one knee and a hand himself.
"Wha-...what....? Impossible..." there was a moment where his eyes failed him, but as they returned he found there was a gaze waiting to meet his.
"OCTAVIUS! ~ I would have words with thee...." His voice was the storm itself, his eyes held the wisdom of the ages. He was the Thunderer, he was the Odinson, he was Thor! Mighty Thor!
"Father? Why would you send the lightning upon me? I am protecting the people!" Octavius could see the look on his father's face, he was not amused, not one bit. His golden beard blew in an wild wing that was without question being manifested by his will.
"You overstep your station! It matters not if they celebrate your actions you are not here for their praise! You promote discontent against midgard's own guardians and against one of my most dear friends! Would you declare war on Steve Rogers? Who's courage and strength I would arrange the stars to honour when he joins Valhalla!?"
While Thor started to reprimand his son, another arrived. She offered a hand to help Vincent from the dirt, her face had a compassion to it that none could match, ever beautiful and devoted to her world, home and ideals she was Princess Diana of Themyscira.
"Octavius, my son...my precious son. How could you be so foolish? So reckless!" each word sounded more elegantly then the last. She came up behind her son, resting a loving hand upon his bloodied shoulder.
"Mother? You too have come from Asgard....." Had his actions truly been so wild? He would never doubt his Father and King, nor question his Mother. But his actions had been just....the history of S.H.I.E.L.D. t'was a tale of betrayal, abuse and corruption the likes of which could not be ignored....but it was true he had grown up on the tales of Captain America the brave, Steve Rogers the wise!
My Son....your actions have caused terrible damage, you have shaken the the people's faith in their guardians and in Asgard. Not only that but you turned your might upon someone should be one of your dearest allies....you have forced my hand! His face was deadly serious, Octavius turned his attention to his mother, her face too was adamant. He knew her well enough to know she was struggling, but she would support her husband despite maternal instincts, but considering the moment....it made Octavius very concerned.
"Father....what are you saying?" his voice had lost its rage. Octavius who had been hailed by Gods as the bravest of the brave and the mightiest of the mighty was....as one could easily tell by his voice....afraid. He was a very alien sensation to him.
"From this moment on...Octavius Thorson....you are banished from Asgard!" Sacred Mjolnir was brought high, held firmly in the Thunder God's hand. and I take from you.....your power! T'was like the most perfect lightning of gold. It exploded from Octavius's body, rippling in great arcs before moving into the hammer.
With that Thor and Diana stepped back, away from Octavius as smoke came from his body, as if the golden lighning had burned him. His bracers, the ones identical to those worn by his mother now bore a mark....a lightning bolt to forever remind him.
"Father...please...you cannot do this to me...my home is everything to me...Mother please...." The desperation in his voice was as new to him as the fear pounding in his chest, it caught him in his throat as he watched his entire world fall away.
"Go well my Son....in time...we shall speak." Those were his mother's final words before they both vanished in a lightning bolt. Gone as soon as they had come, back to Asgard.
"Father!? Mother.....please don't leave me.....MOTHER!" his other knee fell to the ground, his eyes clenched tight to fight back something he refused to allow to happen. But he was for the first time in his life a mortal, and suddenly he was without the power to control a great many things.
His voice collapsed under desperation and a very real fear. "MOTHER! Ple-please....I am sorry....I AM SORRY...ta-take me back....how can you do this to me....how can my mother abandon me...." It had been a long time since he had cried and the source not be laughter, but there it was. They ran down his cheeks and his face was red, his fingers clawing at dirt.
That, was how Octavius Thorson lost his powers...and became but a man.
Lady Iron Man continued to ridicule his word and soil the air with her words proving how warped her view of events were. Soon enough her sword came upon him and came at his shoulder, piercing his armour and spilling blood from his shoulder, with a cheap shot she managed to lay him low before striking at his shoulder again.
If the spilling of his blood did anything but knock at his pride, it gave little sign. The God of Might arose from the ground with a roll of his shoulders before his entire body seemed to pulse with strength. With a motion so fast it would have been impossible for Vincent's eyes to follow it without the aid of her faceplate's tracking sensors, he revealed his golden lasso.
With a expert movement of his hand he swung the unbreakable lasso, it found its target true as it hooked over the plasma blade before with a tug tightening at her wrist. Octavius's leg came up to wrap around the lasso's length, when he brought his foot down it pulled the lasso in, and Vincent. The hand holding the lasso twisted into an elbow strike at the incoming Vincent, slamming the side of her helmet.
His leg curled itself loose before planting itself firmly into the ground so as to anchor his body allowing his other leg to swing. It came around so the back of his knee could hook the back of her neck, driving her into the dirt of the crater.
He gave her no respite however, one powerful hand took hold of what it could at the back of her waist, while his other hand took her by the rear of the armour's protective collar. With teeth gritting in rage he brought her up, clear above his shoulders so her front was facing the heavens.
"Now Stark, your affront to the Gods and your treachery ends!" Just as he was about to bring her down on his knee to break her and her toy suit in half.....something happened.
It came from the sky, curling down in a manner impossible in nature, a lightning bolt! It struck the Might God and earned a mighty roar of pain for its efforts, Octavius was sent reeling and stumbled away, dropping Vincent to the dirt before only feet away he fell to one knee and a hand himself.
"Wha-...what....? Impossible..." there was a moment where his eyes failed him, but as they returned he found there was a gaze waiting to meet his.
"OCTAVIUS! ~ I would have words with thee...." His voice was the storm itself, his eyes held the wisdom of the ages. He was the Thunderer, he was the Odinson, he was Thor! Mighty Thor!
"Father? Why would you send the lightning upon me? I am protecting the people!" Octavius could see the look on his father's face, he was not amused, not one bit. His golden beard blew in an wild wing that was without question being manifested by his will.
"You overstep your station! It matters not if they celebrate your actions you are not here for their praise! You promote discontent against midgard's own guardians and against one of my most dear friends! Would you declare war on Steve Rogers? Who's courage and strength I would arrange the stars to honour when he joins Valhalla!?"
While Thor started to reprimand his son, another arrived. She offered a hand to help Vincent from the dirt, her face had a compassion to it that none could match, ever beautiful and devoted to her world, home and ideals she was Princess Diana of Themyscira.
"Octavius, my son...my precious son. How could you be so foolish? So reckless!" each word sounded more elegantly then the last. She came up behind her son, resting a loving hand upon his bloodied shoulder.
"Mother? You too have come from Asgard....." Had his actions truly been so wild? He would never doubt his Father and King, nor question his Mother. But his actions had been just....the history of S.H.I.E.L.D. t'was a tale of betrayal, abuse and corruption the likes of which could not be ignored....but it was true he had grown up on the tales of Captain America the brave, Steve Rogers the wise!
My Son....your actions have caused terrible damage, you have shaken the the people's faith in their guardians and in Asgard. Not only that but you turned your might upon someone should be one of your dearest allies....you have forced my hand! His face was deadly serious, Octavius turned his attention to his mother, her face too was adamant. He knew her well enough to know she was struggling, but she would support her husband despite maternal instincts, but considering the moment....it made Octavius very concerned.
"Father....what are you saying?" his voice had lost its rage. Octavius who had been hailed by Gods as the bravest of the brave and the mightiest of the mighty was....as one could easily tell by his voice....afraid. He was a very alien sensation to him.
"From this moment on...Octavius Thorson....you are banished from Asgard!" Sacred Mjolnir was brought high, held firmly in the Thunder God's hand. and I take from you.....your power! T'was like the most perfect lightning of gold. It exploded from Octavius's body, rippling in great arcs before moving into the hammer.
"Thor giveth...and Thor taketh away."
With that Thor and Diana stepped back, away from Octavius as smoke came from his body, as if the golden lighning had burned him. His bracers, the ones identical to those worn by his mother now bore a mark....a lightning bolt to forever remind him.
"Father...please...you cannot do this to me...my home is everything to me...Mother please...." The desperation in his voice was as new to him as the fear pounding in his chest, it caught him in his throat as he watched his entire world fall away.
"Go well my Son....in time...we shall speak." Those were his mother's final words before they both vanished in a lightning bolt. Gone as soon as they had come, back to Asgard.
"Father!? Mother.....please don't leave me.....MOTHER!" his other knee fell to the ground, his eyes clenched tight to fight back something he refused to allow to happen. But he was for the first time in his life a mortal, and suddenly he was without the power to control a great many things.
His voice collapsed under desperation and a very real fear. "MOTHER! Ple-please....I am sorry....I AM SORRY...ta-take me back....how can you do this to me....how can my mother abandon me...." It had been a long time since he had cried and the source not be laughter, but there it was. They ran down his cheeks and his face was red, his fingers clawing at dirt.
That, was how Octavius Thorson lost his powers...and became but a man.
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