Post by Lord_Fartknuckle on Dec 23, 2013 20:25:53 GMT -5
Name:Torrence Gryymsh
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race:Elf
Weapon(s):Slatkotak(staff)
Alignment:Good
Height and Weight:5'9''/110lbs
Eye Colour:hazel
Hair Colour:light brown
Likes: Lazing about, pranks, history,clear skies
Dislikes:waking early, pressing situations, driijak
Appearance: Even by his people's standards Torrence is thin. To make up for it, the elf is fairly tall, standing a head over most of his peers. On his pale, long face he possesses round eyes with eyelids drooping under the weight of a sizable pair of brown eyebrows. His nose curves then shoots out pointedly just above a wide mouth that naturally holds a smile to it. His messy burnt umber hair, often riddled with hairs standing on end, often conceals the pointed ears that mark him as an elf.
Torrence is often found with a great yellow straw hat whose brim, if looked at from directly above, would cover any sign of it's wearer. Drooped over his shoulders is a cloak covered in a wispy pattern of dark and light green and is sewed onto leather shoulder pads designed to resemble leaves. Underneath is a grey tunic with images of a great number of the denizens of the earth, including dwarves and even the drow. Underneath finely fitting grey pants is a pair of sleek brown boots with golden roots running along the sides towards the ground.
History: When king Driijak declared that all mages would be moved into slums Torrence and his family were one among the many magic users who managed to leave the country of Utorion, finding asylum in the borders of it's enemy, Albacus. Their common identity and general distrust of their new neighbors had them found a their own community, Waitingswood. For more than a decade Torrence learned of the arcane arts from the leaders of the the village as well as the wilderness and Albacus through the hunters who took up lodgings in his families house on the outer edges of a forest. The peace and unity of the town was irreparably shaken when the Estundium University sent out an invitation to any young mage in Waitingswood who wished to become a student. The leaders forbid any of interested child from leaving only to find that a great number of them were backed by their parents. Thinking this a sign that their sanctuary had been corrupted, the leaders gathered up those they considered loyal, robbed community of anything valuable, and left. The morning after the robbery it was decided that Torrence and a another young mage, Heike, would be sent out in the land to hunt down those that wronged them.
Personality: Torrence has never been one to rush. He prefers to take his time when problems arise and tends to try to keep a positive outlook on a situation. When he's forced to make impromptu actions or he can't deny terrible circumstances, Torrence tends to panic. In part, this is why he prefers the ample peace of healing to the more dangerous schools of magic. The major reason for his focus in the most harmonious of the arcane arts is because he's a pacifist. While he's far from calm-minded and does believe that evil actions should have consequences, he would argue against those ramifications being violent. He attempts to do the right thing in his endeavors though he doesn't actively seek trouble out. Like many of his race, Torrence takes an interest in nature, preferring it to the bustling cities and many of the people as well. Though in many ways the elf is at odds with nature, stubbornly denying it's ruthlessness as having any part in the world.
He smiles without thought, often leading him to look happier than he actually may be. Cautious around strangers (especially humans and citizens of Albacus) he keeps up his positive demeanor, only letting his true feelings show to friends or when his grief is too great. Most of the time Torrence stays easy-going unless faced with open hostility or has successfully tricked someone (in which case he is as giddy as he can get).
powers/abilities/gear:
Healing: Above all else, Torrence is a healer. Under the attentive tutelage of his father and the healers of Waitingswood, the elf has shown unparallelled skill in the most supportive of the arcane arts. He can heal anything minor wound almost instantly with just a bit of attention paid on the affected area and a mumbled word. Diseases, depending on there severity, are just as easy and a good deal of concentration can keep even those close to death a fighting chance at life.
Illusion: While not naturally suited to the task, Torrence has learned a fair amount about the art from his mother. This knowledge takes the form of small scale illusions which can be easily spotted in good lighting or if one is close enough.
In touch with the earth: As an elf of the earth element, he can sense and bend the ground and rock beneath his feet to his will. In his hands sand becomes rock and silent footsteps on the soil become glaring beacons of a persons position.
Rose's cloak: A cloak that changes the colour of it's pattern with the seasons. during the summer and spring, it takes on different hues of green, while in fall the pattern turns to orange, brown and red and in winters it becomes pure white. In the water it changes it's pattern entirely to blend in with deep water.
Jade amulet: A trinket from a much darker time in the Gryymsh family history. In it's active state, all who those who feel it's light upon them will find their flesh turning into dirt till they are nothing but a vaguely humanoid form sticking out from the land. The soul of the creature unfortunate enough to be caught in the amulets light are trapped in this inanimate form unless the bearer of the amulet decides to use them as mindless slaves. However the amount of willpower needed to keep the amulet active is staggering. No one wizard living today has the energy to run the artifact and it's power has been sealed behind several magical barriers with wicked traps set for those who attempting to tamper with it. It only serves Torrence with it's strong green glow which can light the way when it gets dark and it's renown in some parts of Albacus that helps to ward off some who might wish to cause him trouble.
Slatkotak: Torrence's staff, handed down from generation to generation on his father's side. It is actually the lopped off stalk of a large carnivorous plant. Any sufficient healing can awaken a small spark of life in the plant. Once restored, microscopic dust will start pumping out of a large blooming flower at the top of the stalk into the air. This has the effect of relaxing it's victims, slowly soothing all aggression and giving them the urge to be near the plant.
Age:20
Gender:Male
Race:Elf
Weapon(s):Slatkotak(staff)
Alignment:Good
Height and Weight:5'9''/110lbs
Eye Colour:hazel
Hair Colour:light brown
Likes: Lazing about, pranks, history,clear skies
Dislikes:waking early, pressing situations, driijak
Appearance: Even by his people's standards Torrence is thin. To make up for it, the elf is fairly tall, standing a head over most of his peers. On his pale, long face he possesses round eyes with eyelids drooping under the weight of a sizable pair of brown eyebrows. His nose curves then shoots out pointedly just above a wide mouth that naturally holds a smile to it. His messy burnt umber hair, often riddled with hairs standing on end, often conceals the pointed ears that mark him as an elf.
Torrence is often found with a great yellow straw hat whose brim, if looked at from directly above, would cover any sign of it's wearer. Drooped over his shoulders is a cloak covered in a wispy pattern of dark and light green and is sewed onto leather shoulder pads designed to resemble leaves. Underneath is a grey tunic with images of a great number of the denizens of the earth, including dwarves and even the drow. Underneath finely fitting grey pants is a pair of sleek brown boots with golden roots running along the sides towards the ground.
History: When king Driijak declared that all mages would be moved into slums Torrence and his family were one among the many magic users who managed to leave the country of Utorion, finding asylum in the borders of it's enemy, Albacus. Their common identity and general distrust of their new neighbors had them found a their own community, Waitingswood. For more than a decade Torrence learned of the arcane arts from the leaders of the the village as well as the wilderness and Albacus through the hunters who took up lodgings in his families house on the outer edges of a forest. The peace and unity of the town was irreparably shaken when the Estundium University sent out an invitation to any young mage in Waitingswood who wished to become a student. The leaders forbid any of interested child from leaving only to find that a great number of them were backed by their parents. Thinking this a sign that their sanctuary had been corrupted, the leaders gathered up those they considered loyal, robbed community of anything valuable, and left. The morning after the robbery it was decided that Torrence and a another young mage, Heike, would be sent out in the land to hunt down those that wronged them.
Personality: Torrence has never been one to rush. He prefers to take his time when problems arise and tends to try to keep a positive outlook on a situation. When he's forced to make impromptu actions or he can't deny terrible circumstances, Torrence tends to panic. In part, this is why he prefers the ample peace of healing to the more dangerous schools of magic. The major reason for his focus in the most harmonious of the arcane arts is because he's a pacifist. While he's far from calm-minded and does believe that evil actions should have consequences, he would argue against those ramifications being violent. He attempts to do the right thing in his endeavors though he doesn't actively seek trouble out. Like many of his race, Torrence takes an interest in nature, preferring it to the bustling cities and many of the people as well. Though in many ways the elf is at odds with nature, stubbornly denying it's ruthlessness as having any part in the world.
He smiles without thought, often leading him to look happier than he actually may be. Cautious around strangers (especially humans and citizens of Albacus) he keeps up his positive demeanor, only letting his true feelings show to friends or when his grief is too great. Most of the time Torrence stays easy-going unless faced with open hostility or has successfully tricked someone (in which case he is as giddy as he can get).
powers/abilities/gear:
Healing: Above all else, Torrence is a healer. Under the attentive tutelage of his father and the healers of Waitingswood, the elf has shown unparallelled skill in the most supportive of the arcane arts. He can heal anything minor wound almost instantly with just a bit of attention paid on the affected area and a mumbled word. Diseases, depending on there severity, are just as easy and a good deal of concentration can keep even those close to death a fighting chance at life.
Illusion: While not naturally suited to the task, Torrence has learned a fair amount about the art from his mother. This knowledge takes the form of small scale illusions which can be easily spotted in good lighting or if one is close enough.
In touch with the earth: As an elf of the earth element, he can sense and bend the ground and rock beneath his feet to his will. In his hands sand becomes rock and silent footsteps on the soil become glaring beacons of a persons position.
Rose's cloak: A cloak that changes the colour of it's pattern with the seasons. during the summer and spring, it takes on different hues of green, while in fall the pattern turns to orange, brown and red and in winters it becomes pure white. In the water it changes it's pattern entirely to blend in with deep water.
Jade amulet: A trinket from a much darker time in the Gryymsh family history. In it's active state, all who those who feel it's light upon them will find their flesh turning into dirt till they are nothing but a vaguely humanoid form sticking out from the land. The soul of the creature unfortunate enough to be caught in the amulets light are trapped in this inanimate form unless the bearer of the amulet decides to use them as mindless slaves. However the amount of willpower needed to keep the amulet active is staggering. No one wizard living today has the energy to run the artifact and it's power has been sealed behind several magical barriers with wicked traps set for those who attempting to tamper with it. It only serves Torrence with it's strong green glow which can light the way when it gets dark and it's renown in some parts of Albacus that helps to ward off some who might wish to cause him trouble.
Slatkotak: Torrence's staff, handed down from generation to generation on his father's side. It is actually the lopped off stalk of a large carnivorous plant. Any sufficient healing can awaken a small spark of life in the plant. Once restored, microscopic dust will start pumping out of a large blooming flower at the top of the stalk into the air. This has the effect of relaxing it's victims, slowly soothing all aggression and giving them the urge to be near the plant.