Post by Roald on Sept 27, 2015 15:02:49 GMT -5
Basic Information
Name: Roald
Race: Human
-Ethnicity: Cruinthian:
-Mother Race: +5 to relationship or diplomacy checks when dealing with other humans. No effect on other cruinthians.
-Mind of Metal: +5 to thresholds for crafting from metals
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 210lbs
Eyes: Muddy brown
Hair: black
Class/Occupation: Mage/Craftsman
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: None
Languages: Cruic
Appearance: Roald is a fairly tall human, quite heavily built from hours of hard labour at the forge or at...other things. He has quite clearly defined large muscles which turn him into a rather imposing figure, the kind you’d not want to run into down a dark alleyway. Roald has salt and pepper hair (although more the former than the latter) trimmed short so it doesn’t get caught on anything, and an impeccably cared for goatee. His skin is tough and leathery from sun and hard labour, lightly tanned all through the year rain or shine, on his skin there are some burn marks especially on the arms although most would simply think them the result of blacksmithing accidents.
Personality: Roald couldn’t be considered an incredibly friendly man at first glance, not overly given to smiling and the only thing that he really seems to enjoy being crafting, but he’s a pleasant person should someone actually approach him despite his appearance. A quiet person yet strong willed and happy to help others with anything that they may need even to his own detriment, very slow to anger due to his incredible self control, but once he is you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. Taken to working slow and methodically through things rather than rushing into a situation, an aspect that aids his crafting quite well. Happy to listen to others but not afraid to speak his mind and discuss things should anyone issues present themselves, but unwilling usually to force his opinion on others.
Magecraft however is an issue for him, he loves and hates it, loathes and enjoys it, he remembers the feeling of power and yet contains it within himself for fear of being found out.
His past does weigh quite heavily on him however, the things he did for the SKC and the person he was is almost constantly on his mind and haunts him almost every waking hour of the day.
History: Roald started out in Hillsfar with two loving parents who raised him right to respect others and be a decent member of society, not that he could actually remember his parents particularly well. From a young age he was found to have an affinity to magic and taken away by the SKC for training in their academy. He was indoctrinated in the ways of the SKC and to serve Julgrava, what memories he did keep of his parents being almost scrambled beyond recognition to the point where he couldn’t even recognise them anymore. Years of SKC brainwashing and mind-trickery moulded his brain into exactly what the SKC wanted, another mage who would serve them unquestioningly, all memories of families and past forgotten.
And that was exactly what he was, for the better part of his life he served as a mage for the sorcerer king, killing his enemies, killing rogue mages, killing civilians. Just killing for the most part, he did unspeakable things in the name of Julgrava and murdered entire villages with his mage hunter companions. His affinity towards earth magic in particular earned him the name Earthshaker, as he was known then, and while he wasn’t amongst the most powerful of the mages who were sent out to work, he still caused a lot of damage and destruction.
After just over two decades of work for the sorcerer king he began to doubt. Memories had slowly crept back in that shouldn’t have been there, fuzzy images of people who he couldn’t remember but felt like he should. Could they have been his parents or were they just phantom images brought on by the powerful magics used to warp his mind into what it was. Slowly he began to doubt himself, and doubt what they were doing, seeing it simply for the destruction and tyranny that it was. Yet he couoldn’t act on it, to show any sign of doubt would have been a death sentence for him, so he steeled himself and continued on with his grisly work until he could find a way out of it.
Eventually he did, he had been assigned along with a group of soldiers to check reports of a rogue mage in Morith, they travelled there by foot and very quickly found the rogue mages safehouse. Upon entering however, they were taken by ambushed and quickly slaughtered by not one but three rogues, prompting Roald into action and causing them to flee, he might not have liked the work but at least because of it he was well trained unlike the rogues. While fleeing however they set the safehouse on fire, smashing timbers to cause the house to fall on Roald. Through sheer luck he managed to escape the fire, although not unharmed, and quickly removed himself from Morith incase the rogues should come back, slipping away unnoticed in the chaos caused by the rapidly spreading fire.
Once he’d had time to calm himself and treat his wounds he took some time to think. Realising that no one would know he still lived and that the SKC would probably just assume him killed by the mages, he took his chance and ran, escaping the tyranny he’d been forced to endure and the acts he’d been forced to commit.
Unfortunately he had no real skill considering his entire life he’d been trained in magecraft, but the idea of creating came to him. Giving something back after all that he’d destroyed, so he became a craftsman, quickly discovering that not only did he enjoy the feeling of making something new, but he had a talent for it. Settling down at the base of the bloody foothills where it met with the verenaild fields.
Name: Roald
Race: Human
-Ethnicity: Cruinthian:
-Mother Race: +5 to relationship or diplomacy checks when dealing with other humans. No effect on other cruinthians.
-Mind of Metal: +5 to thresholds for crafting from metals
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 210lbs
Eyes: Muddy brown
Hair: black
Class/Occupation: Mage/Craftsman
Nobility: None
Starting Morality: Neutral
Faction: None
Languages: Cruic
Appearance: Roald is a fairly tall human, quite heavily built from hours of hard labour at the forge or at...other things. He has quite clearly defined large muscles which turn him into a rather imposing figure, the kind you’d not want to run into down a dark alleyway. Roald has salt and pepper hair (although more the former than the latter) trimmed short so it doesn’t get caught on anything, and an impeccably cared for goatee. His skin is tough and leathery from sun and hard labour, lightly tanned all through the year rain or shine, on his skin there are some burn marks especially on the arms although most would simply think them the result of blacksmithing accidents.
Personality: Roald couldn’t be considered an incredibly friendly man at first glance, not overly given to smiling and the only thing that he really seems to enjoy being crafting, but he’s a pleasant person should someone actually approach him despite his appearance. A quiet person yet strong willed and happy to help others with anything that they may need even to his own detriment, very slow to anger due to his incredible self control, but once he is you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. Taken to working slow and methodically through things rather than rushing into a situation, an aspect that aids his crafting quite well. Happy to listen to others but not afraid to speak his mind and discuss things should anyone issues present themselves, but unwilling usually to force his opinion on others.
Magecraft however is an issue for him, he loves and hates it, loathes and enjoys it, he remembers the feeling of power and yet contains it within himself for fear of being found out.
His past does weigh quite heavily on him however, the things he did for the SKC and the person he was is almost constantly on his mind and haunts him almost every waking hour of the day.
History: Roald started out in Hillsfar with two loving parents who raised him right to respect others and be a decent member of society, not that he could actually remember his parents particularly well. From a young age he was found to have an affinity to magic and taken away by the SKC for training in their academy. He was indoctrinated in the ways of the SKC and to serve Julgrava, what memories he did keep of his parents being almost scrambled beyond recognition to the point where he couldn’t even recognise them anymore. Years of SKC brainwashing and mind-trickery moulded his brain into exactly what the SKC wanted, another mage who would serve them unquestioningly, all memories of families and past forgotten.
And that was exactly what he was, for the better part of his life he served as a mage for the sorcerer king, killing his enemies, killing rogue mages, killing civilians. Just killing for the most part, he did unspeakable things in the name of Julgrava and murdered entire villages with his mage hunter companions. His affinity towards earth magic in particular earned him the name Earthshaker, as he was known then, and while he wasn’t amongst the most powerful of the mages who were sent out to work, he still caused a lot of damage and destruction.
After just over two decades of work for the sorcerer king he began to doubt. Memories had slowly crept back in that shouldn’t have been there, fuzzy images of people who he couldn’t remember but felt like he should. Could they have been his parents or were they just phantom images brought on by the powerful magics used to warp his mind into what it was. Slowly he began to doubt himself, and doubt what they were doing, seeing it simply for the destruction and tyranny that it was. Yet he couoldn’t act on it, to show any sign of doubt would have been a death sentence for him, so he steeled himself and continued on with his grisly work until he could find a way out of it.
Eventually he did, he had been assigned along with a group of soldiers to check reports of a rogue mage in Morith, they travelled there by foot and very quickly found the rogue mages safehouse. Upon entering however, they were taken by ambushed and quickly slaughtered by not one but three rogues, prompting Roald into action and causing them to flee, he might not have liked the work but at least because of it he was well trained unlike the rogues. While fleeing however they set the safehouse on fire, smashing timbers to cause the house to fall on Roald. Through sheer luck he managed to escape the fire, although not unharmed, and quickly removed himself from Morith incase the rogues should come back, slipping away unnoticed in the chaos caused by the rapidly spreading fire.
Once he’d had time to calm himself and treat his wounds he took some time to think. Realising that no one would know he still lived and that the SKC would probably just assume him killed by the mages, he took his chance and ran, escaping the tyranny he’d been forced to endure and the acts he’d been forced to commit.
Unfortunately he had no real skill considering his entire life he’d been trained in magecraft, but the idea of creating came to him. Giving something back after all that he’d destroyed, so he became a craftsman, quickly discovering that not only did he enjoy the feeling of making something new, but he had a talent for it. Settling down at the base of the bloody foothills where it met with the verenaild fields.