Trouble In Your Eyes
03-19-07, 12:56 PM
Name: Tiago Jaer Ightmor (aka- TJ)
Age: 24
Race: Human- Forsaken Elf Mix
Hair Color: Short Brown
Eye Color: Varies between a sharp blue and a deep green
Height: 6’ 4â€
Weight: 260lbs
Occupation: Thief, Assassin, Mercenary- Whichever Pays the best
Alignment: Evil/Chaotic
Personality: A real smart ass to the core. TJ will make any kind of remark to get people angry. Does not do anything that is not remotely able to make money from and is usually against the law. Real proud of himself and will often brag about the things that he has done. Such as killings, thefts, and whatever else he can brag about.
Languages: Common, Elvin, Dwarvin, Vampiric, Dragonic, and Demonic.
Appearance: His face is rugged in appearance. A few scars located around his neck from where he escaped the hangmen’s noose. His eyes are such a deep color that people are lured into trusting him to much, or the complete opposite, not trusting him and thinking that he is pure evil. His hair is short and thick. The inch in length that is there is always very neat.
Although he shaves when he can it seems his cheeks are always covered in a five o’clock shadow. He is big and you can tell that from his neck. A large adams apple protrudes from the middle while a bulging vein and a tribal tattoo occupy the right side. That tattoo appears faded black with blue outlining, almost making it look slightly green. Both of his ears are slightly pointed which is the only feature that you can see right off that makes him not just human.
TJ is always wearing some kind of tight black tunic and some long leggings that are a baggy bulky kind of look. Mainly because over the majority of his legs is a thin leather pad. So he can walk through brush, or get hit with a small blunt object and not take any pain. On his mighty left arm there is another tattoo, this one is a birth tattoo showing that he belongs to a specific clan of elf. His body size is huge. He has very large muscles and not a whole lot of a fat, some covering up around his stomach area that hides the muscles underneath.
Along his belt line is where he keeps his supplies. A small satchel hangs from a belt, along with a sword case, and two dagger cases. The satchel is where he keeps his gold, rope, food, etc. It is roughly a foot deep and six inches across with a two or three inch depth. His feet are covered by a leather type of shoe with a one or two inch pad on the bottom. They are more like a moccasin than a sandal.
Physical Skills:
Strength- He is above average in strength, often times being able to do one and half as much as the average man.
Speed- He is not fat, so he is a little below average in speed. His long legs give him a good running advantage, but he is not as agile as he would like to be.
Throwing- He is great at heaving rocks, or other objects prides himself on it as well.
Swordplay- TJ can yield a sword with the best of them, however sometimes his strength overplays and he breaks his sword if it is a smaller sword he is using. Around Average ability if you account for the breakage.
Magical Skills:
Treason of Light- it can only be done if the sun is out. It magnifies the suns rays on a specific target. The highly concentrated beam of light can start a fire if focused for a long enough time. Unfortunately for TJ, he hasn’t been able to hold it or concentrate it hard enough.
Earth Complex- By picking up a handful of dirt and squeezing it, he can create it into a small explosive ball of energy. For now it does the same damage that two bee stings would do, meaning yes there is some poison in the blast. No exactly sure what the poison is... but its weak and should only cause minor pain and maybe some swelling. **How they react is up to them**
Equipment:
Broadsword- Made of Steel. The blade length is 42inches, around a 1/2 inch thick, and sharpened only on one side and the point. The hilt is roughly 12inches and made of the same steel, with a leather grip.
Rope- roughly ten feet of rope for various things acquired it while escaping the hangman.
Satchel- It is roughly a foot deep and six inches across with a two or three inch depth and made of leather.
2 Dagger Cases- Made of leather and 1 fits a small three inch dagger. The other fits a six inch dagger. **NO daggers**
Familiars:
Name: Raelen
Gender: Male
Race: Imp
Height: 3’ 4â€
Weight: 64lbs
Hair Tuft: Red and Black Strands of Hair bush out from the top of his head.
Appearance: Long slender red ears shoot right off the top of his head and straight back to a point. His head is a round shape, mostly bald on top with a tuft of hair sticking straight up in the center. His nose is long and rounded, with a torn nostril on his right side. His eyes are large and round mostly black. He has a devilish smile made up of pointy yellow teeth.
His arms are long for his size and dangle down to a little bit above his knees. His slumping posture has taken toll on him and given him a slightly curved back, but it’s hard to notice because he is always slumped over. Generally he walks on all fours, but occasionally he will fly. He has a set of wings on his back, roughly the same size as his arms. Like the rest of his skin they are a pale red.
His stomach is a kind of pot belly. He also has a very funny looking belly button. His groin area is covered by a small brown leather cloth that dangles just above his knees. It covers both his backside and his front side. His legs are skinny and chicken like and he does not wear any protective shoes or anything. He has a long fleshy tail that has a thicket of the hair on it making it come to a point. It usually drags along behind him.
Personality: He talks and creeps along. Generally he is Evil and mean. He really does not know how to be quiet. He will talk about random things that sometimes have no point to them. Has the most evil laugh that anybody has ever heard. Very annoying and often times TJ will yell at him to shut up about a couple seconds into the cackle.
History:
Corone, an island nation, separated from nations such as Alerar, Raiaera, Salvar, Fallien, and others. Corone was much different than these nations. Rich with many cultures blending together and full of the haunting horrors of murder, mayhem, wars of faith, and general hatred. Corone was the place that you could find TJ, probably stealing something, killing something, or doing something low down and dirty. You see TJ was just one of those men who were naughty by nature, much like a troll, an imp, a goblin, or even a forsaken elf.
One man who crossed paths with TJ was quoted in the local police station as saying, “That overgrown goliath is a menace to society and needs to be hanged immediately! If he where ever to breed it would be costly to not only the tax payers who have to pay to see his destruction, but the entire sovereignty of the world would be at stake.â€
It was not all TJ’s fault and to see this we must travel back to a time before his childhood, a time before his birth was even thought about.
The great dwarf and Elvin’ war was waging over god only knows what. Elves were picking sides and kicking out anyone un-loyal to them, mainly those who had practiced the dark arts and were of the darker complexion. Mainly those who did nothing but cause trouble in the first place, but also some who were just being targeted. The dwarfs were also being rude to their closest of kin who had evil and chaotic dispositions. Tossing these sometimes innocent, sometimes deserving creatures to the curb and saying if they were ever to come back they would be dead. After numerous times of just playing around and coming back to see what would happen.
The quote evils were eventually captured and taken to this remote place on the island that is present day Corone. Corone, which just happened to be the home land of some growing population of humans. The chaotic and evil creatures would occasionally make the prank or two on the humans. But the two seemed to live in pretty good existence. Almost everyday there was some kind of murder or theft, but people and evil things seemed somewhat alike. Greed, hatred, and inability to control themselves were the common traits that both sides seemed to have.
This is where TJ’s genetics start to come into play. All of these creatures and their determined predispositions where placed on one island. Curiosity eventually reared out its ugly head when this colossal of a man suitably nicknamed, Johan the Giant fell in love with a forsaken elf by the name of Meritia Ightmor. They loved each other in not the typical way for that time. Johan was already previously married to a human girl in the city of Radasanthia, but his travels for food and money often brought him to the town that Meritia Ightmore lived. On instance the two would talk and drink some mead. Before long the two would be fornicating like wild rabbits.
There relationship went on like this for many years, until finally Meritia got pregnant. She awaited for the time that Johan would come back again and she was going to tell him, but something happened. And Johan never really ever came back.
Time went by and she grew more and more pregnant, while the town around her grew more and more poor. It was a desperate time and all of these people began clashing. There were incidents of cannibalism, rape, murder, mass genocide, theft, and many devastating events grew common. People soon looked at them as everyday events. Groups started protecting each other by forming small clans and tattooing each person in their clan to keep others from harming them.
They knew that a certain mark met instant death, some clans where more powerful than others. There specific clan, Clan Ightmor, was no might in numbers, but a fierce reputation preceded them. They were powerful in magic and usually left no tale of a person behind when they needed to. It was during these frugal months that a midwife and Meritia’s mother birthed the young man. He was given his clan tattoo’s and a name within the next month. That was the birth of Tiago Jaer Ightmor.
Time went by and the baby grew, slowly but surely. He was big and strong and constantly getting into trouble. By the time he was three years old the clan elders were killing people left and right, because he had gone in and stole something of another clans and they attacked the clan in retaliation. A few years went by of this same behavior before they had decided to teach the boy how to fend for himself. He was given many weapons; all of them would either be lost in battle, or broken because he did not know his own strength.
By the time he was twelve years old he had began doing tribal missions. Such as stealing a goat for food, or beating up a younger tribesman for money. This was just the start of how he became what he is today. Years still past and by now he was almost twenty. The state of Corone began to change. Rules were placed down and government officials started to take control of things. They seemed mostly to be humans. The clan system broke and there began a slightly odd government.
There was still no business that TJ would take place in, except things that were now against the rules. Only now he had been more adventurous traveling from continents and islands outside of Corone for months at a time before returning and spreading around his wealth with his former clan. One peculiar journey for money brought him to a town in the former high Elvin Kingdom.
He was paid nearly an entire 100gp to take down an alleged brothel and kill every single last prostitute. Upon entry of the brothel he found nothing but a bunch of already dead hookers and a strange looking creature. The creature he found was an Imp. He took the creature home with him, and the two became close companions. Upon later conversations he had found that the imp was cast out of his land for being to destructive.
The next mission he went on was a long one that still took place in Corone. It required him to be quite skillful in his attack. One popular person in the Corone was controlling everybody with his smooth talking. The man was ripping people’s teeth out and breaking every single bone in their feet for not doing what he wanted. The job was an assassination of the most popular man in Corone, most popular by the government officials. With a success he killed the man, however was set to pay for it with his life.
On the day of his hanging, a couple of oddly familiar looking ladies had shown up with an imp. The imp had bought them from a local place of business and told them that they had to be the distraction to get his body out of there. The ladies did their part, stripping naked and using their powers of seduction on the hangman. TJ got away while the getting was good, marked as a fugitive. He kept the noose with him, figuring it would come in handy later.
Now he has been on the lamb for around a year. Some of his hype is still up in the air, but mostly it has cooled down. He can’t wait to start stirring up more trouble maybe this time, he was moving to Radasanthia.
Age: 24
Race: Human- Forsaken Elf Mix
Hair Color: Short Brown
Eye Color: Varies between a sharp blue and a deep green
Height: 6’ 4â€
Weight: 260lbs
Occupation: Thief, Assassin, Mercenary- Whichever Pays the best
Alignment: Evil/Chaotic
Personality: A real smart ass to the core. TJ will make any kind of remark to get people angry. Does not do anything that is not remotely able to make money from and is usually against the law. Real proud of himself and will often brag about the things that he has done. Such as killings, thefts, and whatever else he can brag about.
Languages: Common, Elvin, Dwarvin, Vampiric, Dragonic, and Demonic.
Appearance: His face is rugged in appearance. A few scars located around his neck from where he escaped the hangmen’s noose. His eyes are such a deep color that people are lured into trusting him to much, or the complete opposite, not trusting him and thinking that he is pure evil. His hair is short and thick. The inch in length that is there is always very neat.
Although he shaves when he can it seems his cheeks are always covered in a five o’clock shadow. He is big and you can tell that from his neck. A large adams apple protrudes from the middle while a bulging vein and a tribal tattoo occupy the right side. That tattoo appears faded black with blue outlining, almost making it look slightly green. Both of his ears are slightly pointed which is the only feature that you can see right off that makes him not just human.
TJ is always wearing some kind of tight black tunic and some long leggings that are a baggy bulky kind of look. Mainly because over the majority of his legs is a thin leather pad. So he can walk through brush, or get hit with a small blunt object and not take any pain. On his mighty left arm there is another tattoo, this one is a birth tattoo showing that he belongs to a specific clan of elf. His body size is huge. He has very large muscles and not a whole lot of a fat, some covering up around his stomach area that hides the muscles underneath.
Along his belt line is where he keeps his supplies. A small satchel hangs from a belt, along with a sword case, and two dagger cases. The satchel is where he keeps his gold, rope, food, etc. It is roughly a foot deep and six inches across with a two or three inch depth. His feet are covered by a leather type of shoe with a one or two inch pad on the bottom. They are more like a moccasin than a sandal.
Physical Skills:
Strength- He is above average in strength, often times being able to do one and half as much as the average man.
Speed- He is not fat, so he is a little below average in speed. His long legs give him a good running advantage, but he is not as agile as he would like to be.
Throwing- He is great at heaving rocks, or other objects prides himself on it as well.
Swordplay- TJ can yield a sword with the best of them, however sometimes his strength overplays and he breaks his sword if it is a smaller sword he is using. Around Average ability if you account for the breakage.
Magical Skills:
Treason of Light- it can only be done if the sun is out. It magnifies the suns rays on a specific target. The highly concentrated beam of light can start a fire if focused for a long enough time. Unfortunately for TJ, he hasn’t been able to hold it or concentrate it hard enough.
Earth Complex- By picking up a handful of dirt and squeezing it, he can create it into a small explosive ball of energy. For now it does the same damage that two bee stings would do, meaning yes there is some poison in the blast. No exactly sure what the poison is... but its weak and should only cause minor pain and maybe some swelling. **How they react is up to them**
Equipment:
Broadsword- Made of Steel. The blade length is 42inches, around a 1/2 inch thick, and sharpened only on one side and the point. The hilt is roughly 12inches and made of the same steel, with a leather grip.
Rope- roughly ten feet of rope for various things acquired it while escaping the hangman.
Satchel- It is roughly a foot deep and six inches across with a two or three inch depth and made of leather.
2 Dagger Cases- Made of leather and 1 fits a small three inch dagger. The other fits a six inch dagger. **NO daggers**
Familiars:
Name: Raelen
Gender: Male
Race: Imp
Height: 3’ 4â€
Weight: 64lbs
Hair Tuft: Red and Black Strands of Hair bush out from the top of his head.
Appearance: Long slender red ears shoot right off the top of his head and straight back to a point. His head is a round shape, mostly bald on top with a tuft of hair sticking straight up in the center. His nose is long and rounded, with a torn nostril on his right side. His eyes are large and round mostly black. He has a devilish smile made up of pointy yellow teeth.
His arms are long for his size and dangle down to a little bit above his knees. His slumping posture has taken toll on him and given him a slightly curved back, but it’s hard to notice because he is always slumped over. Generally he walks on all fours, but occasionally he will fly. He has a set of wings on his back, roughly the same size as his arms. Like the rest of his skin they are a pale red.
His stomach is a kind of pot belly. He also has a very funny looking belly button. His groin area is covered by a small brown leather cloth that dangles just above his knees. It covers both his backside and his front side. His legs are skinny and chicken like and he does not wear any protective shoes or anything. He has a long fleshy tail that has a thicket of the hair on it making it come to a point. It usually drags along behind him.
Personality: He talks and creeps along. Generally he is Evil and mean. He really does not know how to be quiet. He will talk about random things that sometimes have no point to them. Has the most evil laugh that anybody has ever heard. Very annoying and often times TJ will yell at him to shut up about a couple seconds into the cackle.
History:
Corone, an island nation, separated from nations such as Alerar, Raiaera, Salvar, Fallien, and others. Corone was much different than these nations. Rich with many cultures blending together and full of the haunting horrors of murder, mayhem, wars of faith, and general hatred. Corone was the place that you could find TJ, probably stealing something, killing something, or doing something low down and dirty. You see TJ was just one of those men who were naughty by nature, much like a troll, an imp, a goblin, or even a forsaken elf.
One man who crossed paths with TJ was quoted in the local police station as saying, “That overgrown goliath is a menace to society and needs to be hanged immediately! If he where ever to breed it would be costly to not only the tax payers who have to pay to see his destruction, but the entire sovereignty of the world would be at stake.â€
It was not all TJ’s fault and to see this we must travel back to a time before his childhood, a time before his birth was even thought about.
The great dwarf and Elvin’ war was waging over god only knows what. Elves were picking sides and kicking out anyone un-loyal to them, mainly those who had practiced the dark arts and were of the darker complexion. Mainly those who did nothing but cause trouble in the first place, but also some who were just being targeted. The dwarfs were also being rude to their closest of kin who had evil and chaotic dispositions. Tossing these sometimes innocent, sometimes deserving creatures to the curb and saying if they were ever to come back they would be dead. After numerous times of just playing around and coming back to see what would happen.
The quote evils were eventually captured and taken to this remote place on the island that is present day Corone. Corone, which just happened to be the home land of some growing population of humans. The chaotic and evil creatures would occasionally make the prank or two on the humans. But the two seemed to live in pretty good existence. Almost everyday there was some kind of murder or theft, but people and evil things seemed somewhat alike. Greed, hatred, and inability to control themselves were the common traits that both sides seemed to have.
This is where TJ’s genetics start to come into play. All of these creatures and their determined predispositions where placed on one island. Curiosity eventually reared out its ugly head when this colossal of a man suitably nicknamed, Johan the Giant fell in love with a forsaken elf by the name of Meritia Ightmor. They loved each other in not the typical way for that time. Johan was already previously married to a human girl in the city of Radasanthia, but his travels for food and money often brought him to the town that Meritia Ightmore lived. On instance the two would talk and drink some mead. Before long the two would be fornicating like wild rabbits.
There relationship went on like this for many years, until finally Meritia got pregnant. She awaited for the time that Johan would come back again and she was going to tell him, but something happened. And Johan never really ever came back.
Time went by and she grew more and more pregnant, while the town around her grew more and more poor. It was a desperate time and all of these people began clashing. There were incidents of cannibalism, rape, murder, mass genocide, theft, and many devastating events grew common. People soon looked at them as everyday events. Groups started protecting each other by forming small clans and tattooing each person in their clan to keep others from harming them.
They knew that a certain mark met instant death, some clans where more powerful than others. There specific clan, Clan Ightmor, was no might in numbers, but a fierce reputation preceded them. They were powerful in magic and usually left no tale of a person behind when they needed to. It was during these frugal months that a midwife and Meritia’s mother birthed the young man. He was given his clan tattoo’s and a name within the next month. That was the birth of Tiago Jaer Ightmor.
Time went by and the baby grew, slowly but surely. He was big and strong and constantly getting into trouble. By the time he was three years old the clan elders were killing people left and right, because he had gone in and stole something of another clans and they attacked the clan in retaliation. A few years went by of this same behavior before they had decided to teach the boy how to fend for himself. He was given many weapons; all of them would either be lost in battle, or broken because he did not know his own strength.
By the time he was twelve years old he had began doing tribal missions. Such as stealing a goat for food, or beating up a younger tribesman for money. This was just the start of how he became what he is today. Years still past and by now he was almost twenty. The state of Corone began to change. Rules were placed down and government officials started to take control of things. They seemed mostly to be humans. The clan system broke and there began a slightly odd government.
There was still no business that TJ would take place in, except things that were now against the rules. Only now he had been more adventurous traveling from continents and islands outside of Corone for months at a time before returning and spreading around his wealth with his former clan. One peculiar journey for money brought him to a town in the former high Elvin Kingdom.
He was paid nearly an entire 100gp to take down an alleged brothel and kill every single last prostitute. Upon entry of the brothel he found nothing but a bunch of already dead hookers and a strange looking creature. The creature he found was an Imp. He took the creature home with him, and the two became close companions. Upon later conversations he had found that the imp was cast out of his land for being to destructive.
The next mission he went on was a long one that still took place in Corone. It required him to be quite skillful in his attack. One popular person in the Corone was controlling everybody with his smooth talking. The man was ripping people’s teeth out and breaking every single bone in their feet for not doing what he wanted. The job was an assassination of the most popular man in Corone, most popular by the government officials. With a success he killed the man, however was set to pay for it with his life.
On the day of his hanging, a couple of oddly familiar looking ladies had shown up with an imp. The imp had bought them from a local place of business and told them that they had to be the distraction to get his body out of there. The ladies did their part, stripping naked and using their powers of seduction on the hangman. TJ got away while the getting was good, marked as a fugitive. He kept the noose with him, figuring it would come in handy later.
Now he has been on the lamb for around a year. Some of his hype is still up in the air, but mostly it has cooled down. He can’t wait to start stirring up more trouble maybe this time, he was moving to Radasanthia.