Post by Thorulf Donalbain on Feb 15, 2014 22:51:39 GMT
Full Name: Thorulf (pronounced ‘Tor-ulf‘) Proudsword Oakback Donalbain
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Green. (I KNOW HUGH JACKMAN’S EYES ARE BROWN JUST PRETEND THEY’RE GREEN OK.)
Age: 45
Bloodline: Bjornung
Animal Forms: Thorulf shifts into the state of a great stag, sporting a rather magnificent pair of antlers and thick, brown coat to boot. In this form, he stands at just over the expected height of your average male deer, but carries the same bulk, muscle and prowess.
Magic Type: Blue Star
Clan or Organization: Drakonrhedi
Rank: Slayer Pryfektus
Description:
At first glance, Thorulf seems like an immovable force. At a height of 6”3, he towers over a fair few of his comrades. His frame is thick set and muscled but not to a point of gross exaggeration. Rather, he carries -what he believes to be- just the right amount of upper body strength, which happens to be a hefty amount, but a quantity that is to be expected in his line of work, and indeed from all the training he performs.
Nevertheless, his muscles are rarely on show to begin with; he can usually be found in smart, lavish attire – long sleeves with the cuffs neatly trimmed, a ruffled collar about the neck, well-fitting trousers (but not tight in the slightest) and slimming waistcoats. Thorulf believes very much in appearance. Smartness equals dignity, and dignity equals respect.
His dark brown hair (from a distance it appears black - it’s one of ‘those’ dark browns) is usually neatly combed and styled, pushed back off the face as Thorulf finds that untidy. He usually lets it grow just past his ears but never beyond – tidiness, remember?
Occasionally, Thorulf sports a rough stubble on his jaw line but –you guessed it- never lets it grow into anything more.
Personality:
First impressions are important, and the initial reaction to Thorulf is usually ‘Poncy git.’ And it’s true; Thorulf is someone who comes across as very grand, very dignified but also very snippy. He suffers no fools and has very little patience for those lacking in respect. If Thorulf was to select one motto in life, it would probably be ‘Respect where respect is due’. To put it another way; if you treat Thorulf right, he’ll do the same for you.
Initially, Thorulf is quite hard to get close to. He is extremely professional and rarely lets social business interrupt his work. That being said, those who obey and acknowledge his status will –in the long run – benefit from his softer side, which is reserved for those he is willing to show.
He is incredibly loyal to his allies and extremely protective of younger members of the Drakonrhedi. Like a loving father, he is firm, strict and no-nonsense, but would throw himself in front of an oncoming arrow without a second thought if it meant saving those he cares for. While he is usually calm and collected, there is a special, condensed ball of rage reserved for those who dare to meddle with his allies/friends.
In battle, Thorulf exceeds in hand-to-hand combat, while agility and weaponry are perhaps his weaker points. He is armed with two reasonably sized swords that he keeps either side of his body, but usually keeps them sheathed unless absolutely needed. He prefers the charge tactic, and never looks to drag out a fight. He relies very much on pre-planned strategy and dedicated training, always hating and fearing the possibility of not being prepared for battle. He demands organization, even during a fight, as he knows his mind isn’t at its best in frantic situations.
There is another side to Thorulf that he prefers to keep hidden, although purely because it is more embarrassing than anything else. There are rumours within the Drakonrhedi that he ‘babies’ his drake, treating him more like a pampered lap-dog than a trained killer. A rumour which –of course- he fiercely denies, but indeed, he is prone to acting rather soppy around his beloved companion. Hey, it’s not his fault if his drake responds well to belly-rubs and chin-tickles. It’s all for training purposes – honest.
The chain of command is all important for Thorulf. Not only does he demand respect from those below him, but he will show unconditional support for those higher up in ranking. Some perceive it as boot-licking, but Thorulf is simply loyal to his duty. He lets his work come before his own thoughts and feelings and is all but disobedient to the rules.
Thorulf also had a dark sense of humour and a dry wit, which can often be misconstrued as cruel nit-picking and/or downright bizarre. He does have a fun side, although few share it on the same level.
History:
Thorulf was a promising young warrior in the Bjornung clan. His father (who single-highhandedly raised him after his shield-maiden mother died in combat) had high expectations for his only son, and Thorulf wasn’t looking to disappoint. As a young lad, he was fiery, headstrong and brash. His maturity only came to him when the Drakonrhedi were looking for new recruits. Thorulf was selected for his fighting ability, and his eagerness to please.
His life growing up as a Drakonrhedi was pretty much as one would expected; he trained, he learned, he found his ideal snow drake, they bonded, he became specialized as a slayer, and so on. When he was 26, he met a woman of the same age named Alva, who happened to be a fellow slayer. They soon fell in love and – in time – Alva fell pregnant. Determined that she wanted to raise her child in the protection of her previous clan – Wulfing – she deserted her position and fled with the support of Thorulf, who remained at his post.
Time passed and Alva continued to raise Thorulf’s child – a son – in the safety of her clan, with Thorulf using his duty as an excuse to visit whenever he could. He loved his family, but couldn’t find it in his heart to tear himself away from work, so the visits remained scattered.
Oh, how he wished he’d been with them more.
When his son was ten, his mother took him down the surface to visit extended family. It was a dangerous trip that Thorulf had begged her not to undertake, but she hadn’t listened. They were set upon by Behemoths, and both her and Thorulf’s son were killed.
The sadness nearly killed him, but Thorulf survived by throwing himself into his work. Anything just to stop the pain. It changed him significantly – he became more withdrawn, more somber. The fiery, headstrong lad from the Clan Bjornung was gone and in his place, a quiet, collected man from the Drakonrhedi stood. The years passed, and slowly, Thorulf founds ways to cope with the grief. He rarely speaks of the past; he is a man about the present and the future. No looking back.
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Drake (if applicable):
Name: Talon
Age: 38
Colour and build: With a sleek, muscled black body marbled with white spots, Talon is certainly an impressive sight. He is kept in the best condition (Thorulf wouldn’t have it any other way) and is perfectly built for the role he fills. He is not the tallest of drakes, nor the swiftest, but is certainly a valuable asset in battle. His left horn is slightly chipped from a previous skirmish.
Personality: At first glance, Talon seems like a real foreboding menace, but if you asked someone who knew him, it couldn’t be further from the truth. He is lovingly nicknamed ‘The Pussycat’, which gives some idea of his natural self. He is extremely friendly and adores attention, often earning it with a playful head butt or a loud whimper. He is also incredibly playful and spirited, and can go for hours frolicking without getting exhausted. Like all drakes, he is extremely loyal and protective over Thorulf.
However, Talon can also be rather disobedient, which other members of the team put down to Thorulf spoiling him – which of course Thorulf himself denies. While he enjoys the company of all the Drakonrhedi, it’s Thorulf alone who knows how to properly control Talon…as well as knowing exactly WHERE behind the horns he likes to be scratched.
Other:
Sorry I suck at sad backstories whelp.
