Post by Iggy on Feb 24, 2012 23:16:51 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name:”Tycho Ignatius Decanus, but you should call me Iggy, I like Iggy! But if you wanna call me other stuff, that’s okay too!”
Race: “Well, I think I’m human, but one of my fathers used to say I’m part mabari, but that can’t be true because I don’t have a tail (and I really, really, really want a tail!) Plus I don’t think saying things like that implies anything nice about my mothers....”
Age: “I have had 15 namedays! 15! That’s like ages and ages, so I’m all grown... and stuff.”
Gender: “Iggy is a manly man of manliness! To be a man you must have honor, honor and a penis!”*
Sexual Orientation: “Oh... umm... ha... *blushes* I like ladies... and their bits.”
Birthplace: “In the Birthing Cave in the High Reaches, like my father and his father before him, and so on and so on for ages.”
Residence: “Hmmm, well our hunting grounds stretch across seven peaks in the High Reaches, the region they call the Screams. But now Iggy get’s to go all over the place, since I’m supposed to follow the Magister and stuff.”
Affiliation: Member of the Sanguinem Caecus, the Blood Blind, a warrior cult that preserves the worship of the Old God, Zazikel. The Blood Blind operate independently from the rest of Tevinter’s armed forces, falling under the exclusive purview of the current Archon in any given age. They act as both freelance mercenaries, and the Archon’s private army, vital to the political stability of the Imperium.
“Okay, so yeah, there’s that stuff, but between you and I, Iggy likes fighting templars more than mages, ‘cause Templars say the funniest chants and shout the most ironic things right before you chop them in half!”
Occupation: Pint-sized Mercenary/ Hurricane on Two Legs
Religion: The Old Religion, focused on the reverence of Zazikel
COMBAT
Class: Warrior, the Sanguinem Caecus focus on a ruthless combination of Vanguard, Reaver, and Berserker
Character Stats:
Strength: 4
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 0
Magic: 0
Cunning: 0
Gear: ”Elderfather Corelius always warned us about gettin’ too attached to a weapon, at the end of the day, it’s silly, namin' 'em and stuff. When a sword’s in your hand, it stops bein' a sword, it becomes part of your arm, just like a bear has its claws or a wolf has its teeth, and if one breaks, you just grow another one. At the moment, I’ve got a Bassrath-Kata as long as I am tall (*quiet sobs* which isn’t all that tall come to think of it....), pulled from the corpse of the leader of a Qunari death squad, plus a few daggers, and strong sharp teeth! One way or another, I’ll rip your fuckin’ throat out. Yay!”
“I got some leather armor two, bits and pieces mostly, really whatever fits. Some folks are so worried about coatin’ themselves in sheets and sheets of metal, but then again, some folks are stupid. You can’t move around proper in all that stuff, and if you got so much on, how can you feel the blades cut into you, draw blood, and stoke the sweet fire? Then again, most folks are very squishy, and they don’t heal proper.”
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Iggy is dangerously small for one of the Blood Blind, no more than 5’2”. and weighing in at 120 pounds or so, there’s not a whole lot to Iggy, but what’s there is all gristle, sinew, and raw wiry strength. From dark brown hair to to eyes colored like polished amber, a few trappings of boyhood remain, leaving Iggy closer to cute than handsome. A smile seems to always grace the lad’s features, always warm and genuine, as though the boy looked out at the world and deemed it wonderful and worthwhile in spite of its myriad evils and sufferings, and at times... because of them. The joy never fades from Iggy’s smile, even when the Blood Blindness sets in, and the eyes are white as porcelain, his fair skin is dyed scarlet with blood, and the markings and symbols that run down his back, parallel to his spine, inked in blood and lyrium in the darkest crimson, begin to pulse with their own heartbeat.
Personality: “Make love AND war, that’s what Iggy lives by! Why be mad or sad or mopey or riddled with angst? S’not good for the digestion. People are awesome! You’re awesome! You know why? Cuz you think and breath and feel and do all sorts of stuff, and lots of is even different from the sort of stuff I do, and that’s amazing! I love you, whoever you are, I love you bunches, because you’re you and I’m me! When we’re laughin’, when we’re smilin’, when we’re swimmin', when we’re huntin’, when we’re hackin’ each other to pieces and dancin’ in the blood, I love ya, mate!”
Tycho was a happy child, a happy child who grew into a happy young man. Mild euphoria to infectious joy, he ranges through them all on a daily basis. The boy loves, truly loves, almost anyone, his greatest skill and his greatest weakness. He can empathize with a cousin, a brother, a sister, a parent, a mentor, a rival,and even an enemy, especially an enemy. How can one fight someone without loving them? Nothing lies beneath... no hidden persona, no alter ego, Iggy wears his soul on his sleeves. And yet... in a few circles, in more than a few circles... he'd be labeled amoral, a borderline sociopath. You see... Iggy has an odd outlook on death. Death is never an ending... only another adventure, another phase of endless, eternal consciousness, so why should he hesitate in pushing anyone through that doorway?
It’s not that Iggy is brave, fear is merely something that happens to other people. However, even Iggy is familiar with terror. Among the Blood Blind, binding is horrific, to have their movement restricted a punishment of the most severe kind, known to induce mind-numbing terror and distress in even the greatest of them. Iggy doesn’t mind being still, stillness is a choice. Being unable to move, on the other hand, is a nightmare. Yet even a foe should be wary about inducing paralysis on one of the Blood Blind. The outrage they experience upon release is the only known trigger other than warm blood on skin that can throw them directly into a frenzy.
HISTORY
“My names is Tycho Ignatius Decanus, first of my name, scion of Clan Decanus, Eknephias to my brothers, the Hurricane that Walks, Son of Akilaikos, Seventh Son of a Seventh Son...
...and I am the last of my people. Son to murdered parents, brother to murdered siblings, and I shall have my vengeance, in this life or the next.
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Nahhh, just fuckin’ with ya about that last bit. I never could pull off grim and surly, which is a shame, ‘cuz the rest of my folks have elevated scowling to an art form, though I can still make ‘em crack a smile more often than not. We are the Sanguinem Caecus, the Blood Blind, the savage tribes of the High Reaches. We are owned by none, but pay the Archon his due for giving us the Testament nearly two thousand years ago, for teaching our magi the Marking that make our frenzy, our blindness, unparalleled in Thedas. We are the children of Yeris, who the soft folk of the plains and hills, and their magisters and priests, call Zazikel. Our blades have thrown back Blights and Exalted Marches from the Gates of Minrathous. The Chantry wept when their precious Maker turned and fled, but when they say our God rose and succumbed to the corruption of the darkspawn, we aided the Grey Warden Corin, and struck down our own Holy Mother.
So yeah, we’re pretty damn badass. Not really organized, true, but we’re content enough to do our own thing. I’ve lived with my elderfathers, fathers, and brothers for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I’ve learned and I’ve taught. I learned how to touch the great frenzy, to reach the sweet moment where the eyes go white as though blinded, and the soul sees and strikes and bleeds. I’m the runt of the litter and proud of it! There’s nothin wrong with being smallish, that just brings asses closer to kicking range! Yeah!
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*sobs* Though being big and tall must also be nice, I suppose I can only wonder.... *wails*
Meh, but enough moanin’, I still get to do lots of awesome stuff. See, my Drifting started a few months back. It’s like an itch,something you just have to do. It’s a want to move beyond the High Reaches, to see and touch and taste all sorts of new things. To meet all sorts of new people and find out the color of their insides the old fashioned way, with a large sword. The Drifting doesn’t touch everyone, some got no cause to go moving about. Our elderfathers bless us if it comes though, say its good for us, even if we never make it back. The Drifting makes us strong and wise. My brothers think I’ll be dead in a couple of months, they’re probably right, but I’ll tell you what, til then, things are gonna be fuckin’ awesome!
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Sevens
Contact: Feel free to shoot me a PM anytime you like.
Roleplay Experience: Ages and ages.
Language(s): English
How did you find us?: AD on Chronicles of Thedas
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*= Major shout out to Super Shin Chan!
