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Post by [KoK]HK_Thomas MacLean on Mar 14, 2015 4:07:46 GMT
Age: 25
Nationality: Born a Nord, fights for the Khergit
Appearance: Six foot three inches, Very broad build. His face is always emotionless, even when grieving. Never shows any emotion what so ever. Even though he is only 25 he seems as though he is 40.
Character's Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Occupation: currently A militiaman for the Manduk
Interests: Drinking to Excess. Getting in fights. Robbing Men
Personality: A very sarcastic person who loves jokes, hates idiots, Mentally a genius but has no common sense. Usually a jerk to people who are smaller than him.
Strengths: Amazing with a Sword or Throwing spear. Not the best with a bow though. Does not fear death. Highly Inteligent.
Flaws: Heavy Drinker, very Reckless, No common sense.
Background: Thomas MacLean was raised in a small village known as Rizi. He had to go through great stuggles through his childhood. By the time he turned 8, he had been betrayed by his friend for the first time. This had made him realize that he cannot trust anyone. He had met his first and only love at the age of 15. Her father refused let her marry a scoundrel like him. He had to impress her. The only way he could think to do so was by losing the title of street urchin and getting a new one, as an officer of the military. He had joined and was shipped off at 16. He had fought on the front lines for 7 years until he was mortally wounded. He took an arrow 3 centimeters away from his left lung. He had luckily survived. He had never achieved that rank and the father had never allowed him to marry his daughter. They had eloped to a Nordic Town know as Sargoth where they had married. They had 2 kids, one boy, one girl. Eventually the father had become angry with him. He sent a small band of assassins to take him out. The assassins were all bested. Two of them were too scared to even attempt to attack him. Rather than doing their job, they held the woman hostage and demanded ransom from the father. He could not pay so they killed her. Ever since then, Thomas had been a heavy drinker who cared not about life. He tried drinking his pains away but it never worked. He got into many fights and won them all. One time a man he had fought was a sergeant of the Nordic kingdom. They had sent men to arrest him for attacking soldiers but with his bare hands, he could easily defeat their best horsemen and the king had pardoned him rather than losing his best men. He is now at a never ending war with himself and takes it out on everyone else.
Nationality: Born a Nord, fights for the Khergit
Appearance: Six foot three inches, Very broad build. His face is always emotionless, even when grieving. Never shows any emotion what so ever. Even though he is only 25 he seems as though he is 40.
Character's Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Occupation: currently A militiaman for the Manduk
Interests: Drinking to Excess. Getting in fights. Robbing Men
Personality: A very sarcastic person who loves jokes, hates idiots, Mentally a genius but has no common sense. Usually a jerk to people who are smaller than him.
Strengths: Amazing with a Sword or Throwing spear. Not the best with a bow though. Does not fear death. Highly Inteligent.
Flaws: Heavy Drinker, very Reckless, No common sense.
Background: Thomas MacLean was raised in a small village known as Rizi. He had to go through great stuggles through his childhood. By the time he turned 8, he had been betrayed by his friend for the first time. This had made him realize that he cannot trust anyone. He had met his first and only love at the age of 15. Her father refused let her marry a scoundrel like him. He had to impress her. The only way he could think to do so was by losing the title of street urchin and getting a new one, as an officer of the military. He had joined and was shipped off at 16. He had fought on the front lines for 7 years until he was mortally wounded. He took an arrow 3 centimeters away from his left lung. He had luckily survived. He had never achieved that rank and the father had never allowed him to marry his daughter. They had eloped to a Nordic Town know as Sargoth where they had married. They had 2 kids, one boy, one girl. Eventually the father had become angry with him. He sent a small band of assassins to take him out. The assassins were all bested. Two of them were too scared to even attempt to attack him. Rather than doing their job, they held the woman hostage and demanded ransom from the father. He could not pay so they killed her. Ever since then, Thomas had been a heavy drinker who cared not about life. He tried drinking his pains away but it never worked. He got into many fights and won them all. One time a man he had fought was a sergeant of the Nordic kingdom. They had sent men to arrest him for attacking soldiers but with his bare hands, he could easily defeat their best horsemen and the king had pardoned him rather than losing his best men. He is now at a never ending war with himself and takes it out on everyone else.