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Thorvn Bronvyn: The burned


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"A single soul is bound to the hand their dealt, but what happens when would they seek to change fate?" -Thorvn Bronvyn

 

 

 Psychical description and basic Introduction: Before you stands a 5'6 onyx cloaked male, his stance having no bearing, no significance other than an observant nature, with no visibly descriptive facial features most would see a full covering grey mask. From anyone's perspective It would look to be Thorvn wouldn't attempt to stick out, unfortunately.. the golden decor covering around the highlanders collarbone shined bright in moderate occasions with plenty of sun would be like calling a pack of hyena's to a dinner-party, that's if the hyena's were brigands and the party was a single feeble being suffering from poverty- Alas, poor Thorvn.

 

Under robe would be a plethora of burned scars, varying from malformed skin due to improper medical treatment to direct third degree burn-scars upon the upper body. The main lower-torso down seems wholesomely untouched due to sheer luck, as for Thorvn's face, it'd have the largest damage, the former feeble youth having little recognition compared to his younger years, long- charcoal black hair irony aside covered the main scar formation, two large blue globes on rare occasion seen throughout the shroud of soot, Thorvn was mainly a harmless being unless improperly provoked with enough spur.

 

Mannerisms: Thorvn normally behaves in a more civilized manner compared to others, not one to throw insults like clumps of dust to provoke those quick to anger, more-so avoiding conflict entirely when It comes down to the general gist however, nae If anything when well being of himself or those he'd personally care for will act on prime wits rather than instinctive reaction, easier said the highlander is a 'think first' act later type. 

 

Personality: More of an intellectual than a brute fighter, Thorvn would've easily be mistaken for a scholar, a man of words that fought better with a quill than an actual blade. With those he'd find companionship would be significantly different in tone compared to those he'd find complete strangers would be probing, similar to a cat tapping at the water's edge to flush out their afternoon fish. Though it's easier said the feeble being's personality solely depended on the person, finding women much easier to talk to compared to men, mainly for the sole reason of knowing It'd be much more unlikely for a woman to strike him down for mispronouncing a name, or unintentionally insulting heritage. 

 

Equipment and inventory: Nae, the highlander had no pockets but from behind was a connective mid-back satchel to carry light encumbering belongings, varrying from a small amount of trinkets, parchment to the occasional purchased commodity (Holm Falafel bread) wrapped up in preserving papers. 

 

One might not noted at first that Thorvn kept his whole body within shroud for the sake of others, but upon further inspection there were slight indents above the wrist, under-body clothing had hidden two sheathed dagger-like hilts that could've been exposed with ease in a matter of flicking a wrist, to most else It'd require a sheer understanding of dexterity and blade-handling to be able to ready one of these four inch knives without injuring oneself, lest in both hands at once. 

 

The blades weren't designed to kill, but cripple whatever target would be upon the receiving end through a numerous of serrated edges that resided upon the blades tip, from the pommel down was a smooth blade, influencing a more muscle severing cut than pure jagged point that would leave the target moreso unable to use the limb rather than forcing a fatal hemorrhage, not that Thorvn was hesitant to kill, he just.. preferred not to unless It was absolutely necessary, after all the blades were under-performing unless you've had a professionals knowledge of where the connective limbs were most weakest. 

 

Strengths, Weakness's and on races: 

 

  • Not one to usually boast, Thorvn's Intelligence Is larger on average to others, not one to show unless the time arisen, mainly dulling his tone out to compensate, nor to confuse other people within the general vicinity, he's just that considerate~ 

 

  • Extensive tutoring on the human body has resulted upon Thorvn diagnosing Injuries within record time, this has been proven to assist in both medical knowledge, and the art of crippling an opponent, be It severing an essential muscle to semi-permanently cripple a foe, or target the lower-extremities to force a violent hemorrhage within, causing spontaneous death within a matter of minutes If left untreated. 

 

 

 

  •  To compensate for extensive Intelligence, Thorvn's birthright had left the male on average less psychically powerful than the standard human, It'd be a miracle to win a fight by himself, lest a tavern-brawl with the local drunk, the psychical disability isn't on its own crippling, but- It doesn't mean the male would be able to do strenuous tasks for an extended period of time, to compensate this, Thorvn takes on occasion self brewed medicinal tablets created at home, being no more different than an (ooc based, vitamin) daily remedy. 

 

 

  • Due to lack of proper psychical prowess, the highlanders body is much more feeble, meaning much more susceptible Injuries, a great-hammer to the thigh-bone would be overkill, in short. 

 

  • (Due to the previous bullet) Thorvn compensates his lack of fortitude by taking an acuity to dodge blows, mind anyone else he'd not keep this up forever, or be able to properly evade arrows, bolts, or magic, but with enough practice, evading small arms could be second nature for some.

 

 

Due to lack of experience with the majority of races, Thorvn isn't one to discriminate upon any of the beings of Atlas, be It elves, dwarves, fellow humans or even orcs. This may subject to change, but this is mainly due to inexperience. (This part may be updated.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

History of the burned  (Thovrn's history, and how his form came to be):

 

In the year 1627 In the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, a pair of rose entwined lovers attempted to concede a child, the mother wanting a beautiful, robust girl to call her own while the father wished for a son to bear the family name of Bronwyn and pass down years of experience to a healthy child that'll ensure their future as a fledgling armor-smith. The Bronwyn family served three generations of service with the Holy Orenian Empire, primarily in chain and reinforced hauberks that saved countless lives during the great northern war, unfortunately their line was quickly driven out of work when the wars ceased, leaving the family in a state of poverty for years to come. An unshared experience with Thoromir's town mainly kept secret that his wife, Gretchen was mostly infertile due to birth defects, meaning the chance of bearing his child or in this case anyone's was slim to none, everything they've tried- constant attempts in secret, tonics that would most people retch, herbal teas, you name it, they desperately seeked for an answer, the whole town knew of their shared conflict and had no answer for them. Another few weeks pass, the couple  was only after the assistance of a town-faring alchemist that allowed Gretchen to finally squeeze out enough fertility for one child, and his name was Thorvn.

 

 

To the relieved couples shock several months prior to planned birth that Thorvn came early in-rushed miscarriage, most would've assumed that a child In such harsh environments would've perished without proper care, the funding- the savings to raise a child, the two were no more than 12 years apart from one another In age at the very least Thoromir had an actual professional background, assumed dead the couple rushed the blanketed infant to the local soothsayer, It was found that Thorvn had survived, barely- to their surprise such a petite baby was crying out under the rough-spun blanket, weighing little over an ounce the miracle child that had come to be was their own rightful heir to the family name like it or not.. they had properly given care to a progeny.

 

 

 

Several years pass, struggled attempts to treat Thorvn's 'condition' leaving little success, having Gretchen hopelessly tend to the boy while Thoromir made ends meet gave little time for family bonding between father and son, Thorvn struggling with crippling psychical disability could do what only most bed-ridden folks could do, read! Taught by his mother on occasion and with a hell of a-lot of practice the inspiring cripple had developed a knowledge that would surpass all but the wisest within the village. Read, practice walking, watch snow, eat, sleep, repeat: This was Thorvn's daily routine until he could finally walk without assistance at the age of ten.. in another note, the same year the local residential district found Thoromir's body in the snow, frozen to the bone, skin white as porcelain presumably working himself to death to feed his family, the renowned retired smith was barely recognizable , not even to his psychically inept son.

 

 

 

Another few years pass, Thorvn completely oblivious to the blacksmith's profession had taken up apprenticeship in alchemy, to his mentors surprise coming on quite fast compared to previous pupils, It was easier said they'd have a mutual relationship in the forthcoming years, seeing the wiser apothecary more as a father that taught basic life lessons than his previously deceased Thoromir, in time forgetting the name entirely, as for Gretchen- her life fell to pieces within the prior year, committing what sounded to be a mercy for herself- and the intellectual Thorvn, burning the house down while he'd sleep- setting herself ablaze, running off and meeting the same fate, the struggling Thorvn had no Idea of what happened.. until at least the fire reached his face.

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