Torin
Nov 27, 2006 19:40:38 GMT -5
Post by Torin on Nov 27, 2006 19:40:38 GMT -5
Full Name/Nicknames: Torin "Reed" Deschain
Race:Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5'3"-5'4" (For some odd unknown reason, Torin is never measured the same)
Weight: 110 pounds
Eye Colour:Deep Dark Blue
Hair:Nose Length Dirty Blonde. He brushes it out of his eyes whenever he is concentrating.
Other family:All killed by the Urgals
Mother: Elizabeth
Father: Thorvin
Birthplace:Outside of Gilead. Through his life, he never stayed in one spot, because he was Gypsy.
Skills:Thievery, Light-footed, Acrobatic, Knows elven and dwarven fluently, lock-picking, archery.
Weapons:Dagger with an emblem on it shaped like a green dragon head, and an assortment of throwing daggers
Likes: Beer, the thrill of the steal, and pickles
Dislikes:Compulsive liars, and urgals. His friends used to always lie to him so much, that when they saw him, it was compulsive.
Fears:Loneliness, Water, Galbotorix. When he was 7, his Gypsy Caravan passed Leona Lake. Torin was playing with some of the children by the lake. He slipped and fell in, he almost drowned. His father saved him some how.
Personality:Happy most items, but can get depressed easily. He copes with things easily, but when things get too complicated, he rushes through things to get them done with.
History:Torin was born to a gypsy family 16 and a half years ago. He watched his family suffer from the harsh conditions, and at the age of 8 his mother died. His father taught him everything he knows now, lockpicking, fighting with a dagger, the Ancient Language and the Dwarven Language, and how to use magic. For some reason, his Father seemed like he knew everything, and eventually, Torin would find out how. Around his 16th birthday, a group of Urgals rampaged the gypsy tents and killed everyone except for Torin. He, along side with his father and a few other Gypsies, killed the Urgals using magic, but his father, Thorvin, and the other Gypsies were killed. Thorvin, right before he died, gave Torin a dagger with a green dragon emblem on the hilt. He told Torin that once ago he was a dragon rider, but Galbatorix slayed his dragon, Torin. He said that when Torin was born (the human), he resembled his dragon, so he named his son Torin, in recognition of his long dead Dragon. Torin now steals for money, and will take on any job.
Side (varden or empire?):Neutral
Sample RPG: Torin entered the room, hidden by the moonless night, and his gaze hit the bed. he sesned something there. He could smell th sweat on the bed, someone was there. This made this job even more difficult. He remembered what his father, Thorvin, taught him aout acrobatics. Torin flipped and sometsaulted so gracefully to the bed, that not even an elf could hear him. He slid thebedcovers off the slumbering person, and saw familar face. This was a nobleman sercing for the empire. Though he was neutral, he would kill a vulnerable empire pig. He gracefully wrapped the covering around his neck, and the drew his skinning knife. The blade glistend with the blood of the pig as he slit his throat.
Wait, The blade shouldn't glisten, the moon isn't out. Oh bags.
As the blood soaked the covering, Torin eyed the window he came through and spotted a man on the street with a lantern. Torin sighed and with a flick of his wrist, the man had a knife buried in his chest, about 4 inches, Torin estimated. He didn't want to do that, but for this client, he could take no chances.
He focused his attention on retrieving the knife. he whispered the magic words and knife glided through the air, drying as it went, and into Torin's hand. He sheathed the knife in his sleeve and looked for the item he was sent for. His gaze fell onto a ches.
Stupid Pigman.
Torin searched for traps,a nd when he was certain there was none, he drew his lockpicking tools. Although he could easily do it with magic, he prefered to use the tools, which to him, were much more exciting. He easily undid the lock, and opened the chest. But when he looked the box, there was nothing in it. Torin tensed for a second, then realized his fault.
A simple trick.
He focused his mind on the chest and in his mind's eye, saw the items. A few finely crafted daggers, perfect for what he did, about 200 dollars, which Torin would probably spend on books, and a statue of a dragon with Eragon riding on it, made of magnificient jade and ruby. The clients itm. Though the Eragon riding on it looked like Eragon Shadeslayer, Torin knew from his many books, that this was Eragon, the first rider. He stealthy required the items and as quick as he came in, he was gone, climbing and jumping to the street. If someone was there, they would have seen the dead body moving itself to the woods, because when Reed didn't want to be seen, no one would. The job was done
(Don't worry, I understand, and thanks for the help, I really needed it. Is that Better?? anything else for it to get approved??)
Race:Human
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5'3"-5'4" (For some odd unknown reason, Torin is never measured the same)
Weight: 110 pounds
Eye Colour:Deep Dark Blue
Hair:Nose Length Dirty Blonde. He brushes it out of his eyes whenever he is concentrating.
Other family:All killed by the Urgals
Mother: Elizabeth
Father: Thorvin
Birthplace:Outside of Gilead. Through his life, he never stayed in one spot, because he was Gypsy.
Skills:Thievery, Light-footed, Acrobatic, Knows elven and dwarven fluently, lock-picking, archery.
Weapons:Dagger with an emblem on it shaped like a green dragon head, and an assortment of throwing daggers
Likes: Beer, the thrill of the steal, and pickles
Dislikes:Compulsive liars, and urgals. His friends used to always lie to him so much, that when they saw him, it was compulsive.
Fears:Loneliness, Water, Galbotorix. When he was 7, his Gypsy Caravan passed Leona Lake. Torin was playing with some of the children by the lake. He slipped and fell in, he almost drowned. His father saved him some how.
Personality:Happy most items, but can get depressed easily. He copes with things easily, but when things get too complicated, he rushes through things to get them done with.
History:Torin was born to a gypsy family 16 and a half years ago. He watched his family suffer from the harsh conditions, and at the age of 8 his mother died. His father taught him everything he knows now, lockpicking, fighting with a dagger, the Ancient Language and the Dwarven Language, and how to use magic. For some reason, his Father seemed like he knew everything, and eventually, Torin would find out how. Around his 16th birthday, a group of Urgals rampaged the gypsy tents and killed everyone except for Torin. He, along side with his father and a few other Gypsies, killed the Urgals using magic, but his father, Thorvin, and the other Gypsies were killed. Thorvin, right before he died, gave Torin a dagger with a green dragon emblem on the hilt. He told Torin that once ago he was a dragon rider, but Galbatorix slayed his dragon, Torin. He said that when Torin was born (the human), he resembled his dragon, so he named his son Torin, in recognition of his long dead Dragon. Torin now steals for money, and will take on any job.
Side (varden or empire?):Neutral
Sample RPG: Torin entered the room, hidden by the moonless night, and his gaze hit the bed. he sesned something there. He could smell th sweat on the bed, someone was there. This made this job even more difficult. He remembered what his father, Thorvin, taught him aout acrobatics. Torin flipped and sometsaulted so gracefully to the bed, that not even an elf could hear him. He slid thebedcovers off the slumbering person, and saw familar face. This was a nobleman sercing for the empire. Though he was neutral, he would kill a vulnerable empire pig. He gracefully wrapped the covering around his neck, and the drew his skinning knife. The blade glistend with the blood of the pig as he slit his throat.
Wait, The blade shouldn't glisten, the moon isn't out. Oh bags.
As the blood soaked the covering, Torin eyed the window he came through and spotted a man on the street with a lantern. Torin sighed and with a flick of his wrist, the man had a knife buried in his chest, about 4 inches, Torin estimated. He didn't want to do that, but for this client, he could take no chances.
He focused his attention on retrieving the knife. he whispered the magic words and knife glided through the air, drying as it went, and into Torin's hand. He sheathed the knife in his sleeve and looked for the item he was sent for. His gaze fell onto a ches.
Stupid Pigman.
Torin searched for traps,a nd when he was certain there was none, he drew his lockpicking tools. Although he could easily do it with magic, he prefered to use the tools, which to him, were much more exciting. He easily undid the lock, and opened the chest. But when he looked the box, there was nothing in it. Torin tensed for a second, then realized his fault.
A simple trick.
He focused his mind on the chest and in his mind's eye, saw the items. A few finely crafted daggers, perfect for what he did, about 200 dollars, which Torin would probably spend on books, and a statue of a dragon with Eragon riding on it, made of magnificient jade and ruby. The clients itm. Though the Eragon riding on it looked like Eragon Shadeslayer, Torin knew from his many books, that this was Eragon, the first rider. He stealthy required the items and as quick as he came in, he was gone, climbing and jumping to the street. If someone was there, they would have seen the dead body moving itself to the woods, because when Reed didn't want to be seen, no one would. The job was done
(Don't worry, I understand, and thanks for the help, I really needed it. Is that Better?? anything else for it to get approved??)
