Post by Howl Wilde on Jan 21, 2007 18:53:16 GMT -5
xx.your name:
Howl Wild [howl]
+other characters RPed on DRA:
N/A.
+character:
+name:
Tornac
+age:
somewhere between sixty and seventy.
+gender:
male
+race:
human
+allegiance:
Murtagh.
+description:
Looking the later side of fifty although he’s closer to seventy, Tornac is a grizzled old man with a mane of silver hair that might have been black once. He has one eye that’s a peculiar dark blue, but the other’s a pale, misty grey due to a cataract that started developing a few years ago. His face is somewhat less than handsome, wrinkled particularly around his eyes and taken to scars everywhere else, small silver lines running over his cheeks and forehead, including one long puckered wound over his cataract-suffering eye. As he often can’t be bothered shaving, there’s usually a mist of dark grey stubble on his chin.
Although old, Tornac is still tall and proud. He limps on the odd occasion, but other than that he’s almost completely healthy, physically. Standing at about average height but looking taller because of his slight build, this old man is as fit as anyone ten or twenty years younger. Usually seen with his two-handed longsword over his back and a pair of daggers at his belt, Tornac is still perfectly capable of using any weapon you give him – from quarterstaff to longbow to throwing knife to pitchfork to sling; he’s even been known to man catapults and siege engines on occasion before one of them backfired and gave him the scar he now wears on his face.
Usually when you see (more like if you see,) Tornac, it’ll be as Murtagh’s side or slightly behind the younger man. This old retainer is always dressed in dark clothing, most notably a black greatcoat that looks like it might belong to a military, perhaps foreign.
+personality:
Tornac’s rather a rough character; his personality and temperament about as unshaven as he is. Although not generally rude, he’s not particularly friendly. To anyone short of Murtagh, this cranky old man is standoffish and suspicious although he can be known to mellow out towards some people (generally attractive women fit that bill). Respectful towards his master but otherwise ignoring all formalities, Tornac’s one of those charismatic people whom you dislike because they’re just dislikable but end up feeling for anyway.
The thing with Tornac is that he’s generally pretty violent – the sword he carries everywhere isn’t there for much of no reason. Although he can usually keep a reign on his aggression, you’ll sometimes find him sparring with random passers-by who he’s offended or stabbing holes in a nearby tree. He’s sometimes taken to realizing he may be passing these unwanted traits on his young companion but he’s often too busy teaching Murtagh how to block an incoming blow or aim a hornbow to care.
+history:
God knows where Tornac was born or what he did for the first fifteen or so years of his life – it is presumed he had a family and a childhood just like everybody else, but on the other hand – he’s never spoken of his past to anyone and grows defensive when people enquire about it. All anyone knows is that he appeared suddenly at the age of sixteen leading a horse that looked like it had been run to death or at least halfway there, a sword slung over his narrow shoulders. He bluffed, lied and fought his was into the army, joining as a grunt but as the years passed slowly rising.
Although he arrived with no knowledge of how to use his longsword, he quickly picked up the required skills and abilities – and the knowledge of how to use most other weapons. By the time he hit around forty, he was sparring Helena Knives, cleaving heads with axes, maces and morning stars, decapitating people with short, broad and long swords and killing people at range with long, horn, horse, reurve and composite bows. He even got to the point where he could build and man siege engines, although a trebuchet backfired while he was testing it and it gave him the scar he now bears over his eye – he’s gone of siege somewhat since then.
Tornac’s career in the army ended when he was arrested for leaking intelligence to a resistance group – the accusation was never confirmed, however, as the old man was suggested by a former friend of his as a suitable trainer for a young man called Murtagh; of some sort of noble birth. Tornac was freed from his imprisonment and assigned to train the younger man everything he knew.
Tornac’s left handed when it comes to swordfighting – his right eye is almost blind and he can’t see what he’s doing with that arm half the time. His aim is somewhat off (or, deplorable,) but he’s still able to pass on his skill with the bow. His lefthanded-ness makes it somewhat difficult to teach right-handed swordfighting but he does his best and Murtagh has learnt a lot from his irascible old teacher. a
+family: ‘dead’ sums it more or less up, although ‘missing’ works on the off occasion. Missing, presumed dead.
+other:
+ horse [grey dapple gelding called kingmaker]
+ former blademaster [longsword named balefire]
+ former marksman [yew longbow]
+ trainer [all weapons and comabts, including unarmed]
+rp sample: Here [Seraphim & Reason]. I know, not this character, but a much better indication of my ability than anything else.
Pomnuria
Howl Wild [howl]
+other characters RPed on DRA:
N/A.
+character:
+name:
Tornac
+age:
somewhere between sixty and seventy.
+gender:
male
+race:
human
+allegiance:
Murtagh.
+description:
Looking the later side of fifty although he’s closer to seventy, Tornac is a grizzled old man with a mane of silver hair that might have been black once. He has one eye that’s a peculiar dark blue, but the other’s a pale, misty grey due to a cataract that started developing a few years ago. His face is somewhat less than handsome, wrinkled particularly around his eyes and taken to scars everywhere else, small silver lines running over his cheeks and forehead, including one long puckered wound over his cataract-suffering eye. As he often can’t be bothered shaving, there’s usually a mist of dark grey stubble on his chin.
Although old, Tornac is still tall and proud. He limps on the odd occasion, but other than that he’s almost completely healthy, physically. Standing at about average height but looking taller because of his slight build, this old man is as fit as anyone ten or twenty years younger. Usually seen with his two-handed longsword over his back and a pair of daggers at his belt, Tornac is still perfectly capable of using any weapon you give him – from quarterstaff to longbow to throwing knife to pitchfork to sling; he’s even been known to man catapults and siege engines on occasion before one of them backfired and gave him the scar he now wears on his face.
Usually when you see (more like if you see,) Tornac, it’ll be as Murtagh’s side or slightly behind the younger man. This old retainer is always dressed in dark clothing, most notably a black greatcoat that looks like it might belong to a military, perhaps foreign.
+personality:
Tornac’s rather a rough character; his personality and temperament about as unshaven as he is. Although not generally rude, he’s not particularly friendly. To anyone short of Murtagh, this cranky old man is standoffish and suspicious although he can be known to mellow out towards some people (generally attractive women fit that bill). Respectful towards his master but otherwise ignoring all formalities, Tornac’s one of those charismatic people whom you dislike because they’re just dislikable but end up feeling for anyway.
The thing with Tornac is that he’s generally pretty violent – the sword he carries everywhere isn’t there for much of no reason. Although he can usually keep a reign on his aggression, you’ll sometimes find him sparring with random passers-by who he’s offended or stabbing holes in a nearby tree. He’s sometimes taken to realizing he may be passing these unwanted traits on his young companion but he’s often too busy teaching Murtagh how to block an incoming blow or aim a hornbow to care.
+history:
God knows where Tornac was born or what he did for the first fifteen or so years of his life – it is presumed he had a family and a childhood just like everybody else, but on the other hand – he’s never spoken of his past to anyone and grows defensive when people enquire about it. All anyone knows is that he appeared suddenly at the age of sixteen leading a horse that looked like it had been run to death or at least halfway there, a sword slung over his narrow shoulders. He bluffed, lied and fought his was into the army, joining as a grunt but as the years passed slowly rising.
Although he arrived with no knowledge of how to use his longsword, he quickly picked up the required skills and abilities – and the knowledge of how to use most other weapons. By the time he hit around forty, he was sparring Helena Knives, cleaving heads with axes, maces and morning stars, decapitating people with short, broad and long swords and killing people at range with long, horn, horse, reurve and composite bows. He even got to the point where he could build and man siege engines, although a trebuchet backfired while he was testing it and it gave him the scar he now bears over his eye – he’s gone of siege somewhat since then.
Tornac’s career in the army ended when he was arrested for leaking intelligence to a resistance group – the accusation was never confirmed, however, as the old man was suggested by a former friend of his as a suitable trainer for a young man called Murtagh; of some sort of noble birth. Tornac was freed from his imprisonment and assigned to train the younger man everything he knew.
Tornac’s left handed when it comes to swordfighting – his right eye is almost blind and he can’t see what he’s doing with that arm half the time. His aim is somewhat off (or, deplorable,) but he’s still able to pass on his skill with the bow. His lefthanded-ness makes it somewhat difficult to teach right-handed swordfighting but he does his best and Murtagh has learnt a lot from his irascible old teacher. a
+family: ‘dead’ sums it more or less up, although ‘missing’ works on the off occasion. Missing, presumed dead.
+other:
+ horse [grey dapple gelding called kingmaker]
+ former blademaster [longsword named balefire]
+ former marksman [yew longbow]
+ trainer [all weapons and comabts, including unarmed]
+rp sample: Here [Seraphim & Reason]. I know, not this character, but a much better indication of my ability than anything else.
