Post by THORKELL GUNTHAR RONNAT on Nov 30, 2009 3:35:17 GMT -5
LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
THORKELL GUNTHAR RONNAT ![/center]
alright, so you can call me Foxx and i have been kicking it in Pacific Coast of America IDK for 15 summers. i’m pulling the strings of UNO! puppets and they go by Only the Thorkell! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at my account has it all, no problem!
LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?
full name: Thorkell Gunthar Ronnat
how do we pronounce that?: Thor-kell Gun-thar Ron-nat
nicknames: Thor
age & birthday: 8 of 10(18) Birthday is unknown
status: Knight
occupation: Archer
subplots: Mhh?
face claim: Ben Barnes
appearance:
He's always 'Big Alpha' or
'Macho Man', he doesn't like people getting in his way,
but he usually never shows it-unless the person has
deserved his onslaught of rage.
He has a lazy elegant grace of a panther, and his thick,
dark hair looks as glossy as a panther's furry hide. It cap-
ped a face of arresting sensuality. You couldn't call him
handsome, not with features so firm and chiseled they
looked like they'd been cut from granite. No, he made
handsome look like and insult. With hard features in his
body, you couldn't not see it from across a room. He stuck
out too much, he could hold someone's gaze with it all
on accident.
He had graceful, muscled physique of a big cat I'd already
compared him to, with broad shoulders, long, muscular legs,
and a lean, flat stomach. His usual dark casual clothes suited
him and drew attention from his impressive frame.
I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.
likes:
[ ҉ ] Reading
[ ҉ ] Opera
[ ҉ ] Peace
[ ҉ ] Alcohol
[ ҉ ] Animals
[ ҉ ] Horses
[ ҉ ] Sex
[ ҉ ] Neon Green
[ ҉ ] Black
[ ҉ ] Darkness
[ ҉ ] Being the bad good guy-it's confusing but you'll get it-
dislikes:
[♫] Filth
[♫] Jerks
[♫] Snobs
[♫] People who believe their all that
[♫] Too much Drama-but it fallows him every where-
[♫] People who accuse without substantial proof
[♫] Complications
[♫] Women who ask too many questions
[♫] People curious about him
[♫] Being put under a looking glass(being center of attention)
fears:
Love
A painful Death
Being caught
habits:
Protective
Big macho man
strengths:
Fighting
Talking his way out of things
Breaking rules 'meant' to be broken
weakness:
Trust
Love
goals:
Get a wife and have a child
Never fall in love
Live life the right way-though that'll probably never happen-
secret(s): His Father sent him away with a gypsy woman because the family was in trouble.
His mother always hated him.
personality:
The Placid- Always quiet and a man of few words, Thor wont say much and waits for others to fill the blanks. He never shows emotions-though there are rare exceptions- and is usually always looking all male and all tough.
The Gruff- when ruffled he can appear gruff or get a little nasty, but he's usually never thrown or usually never shows it.
The Protector- Once you've captured his heart he becomes very protective, he doesn't like people he doesn't trust-and that means they've lost it, not haven't earned it- and usually insists on chaperoning.
The Sweet- Believe it or not this man is sweet, he wont hurt or harm you if he doesn't have to and never... rarely ever man handles.
The Trustworthy- He is a very worthy alli that would take a dagger to the heart for those who need help.
The Chivalry- A true man with manners, oh we all think it's never existed, at least until you meet Thor. He helps a lady in every way he can and never... usually, doesn't hurt or harm her intentionally.
The Passionate- He is truly a passionate man. Not just for physical stimulations but in art and designs of fighting, musics, and culinary skills-ya, a man that actually cooks.
The Lustful- Truly a heart breaker and good-GREAT(at least that's what his ego says)-in bed. Just his dashing good looks and the loot of god's greatest eye candy leaves a trail behind him, women go googly-eyed all the time.
The Hunter- This ambitious young man sees what he wants and gets it. He's used to getting his own way and is frequently NEVER turned down.
The Trickster- He can manipulate most anything, a trick he'd had to learn. His got a mind like a cunning fox and the mouth of a cobra, fast and deadly.
The Loathe- Don't take it personal, he hates most near every human, but despise his far deeper, you do one thing to make him despise you and you wont be able to even enter threw the city walls of any sort of any city.
The Deadly- Thor is someone you don't want on your enemies list. Thor wont hesitate, he'll kill you, no conniving way of revenge or boastful speech, he'll take you out as surely as a bluebird flies.
YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?
[/CENTER]sexuality: Straight
turn ons:
Cleavage
A nice waist
Physical Attributes(nice eyes, lips, ankles, ect.)
Flirtatiousness-though it can be annoying-
Clean-doesn't have to mean impeccable, just not filthy or smelly-
turn offs:
Whores
Bad Physical Attributes
A bad tongue(dirty mouth, talks back)
Dull
Annoying
Horrible Health care
SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!
[/CENTER]mother: Jasmin the Cunning
father: Duke Gunthar
siblings: ____ ____ Ronnat
spouse: None
children: None
other relatives: Doesn't know
pets: A few horses and dogs
hometown: He doesn't know
current residence: Knight Sanction
history:
* The past of his beginning*
"Run Maria! Run!" Gunthar shouted to the woman, who held a baby to her bosom as she ran down the steps, on hand lifting the apron skirt up so she wouldn't trip. A child screamed in her arms, she willed it to shush. She nearly tripped down the steps, kicking the infernal shoes aside and making a gypsy fashioned dash for the door, sprinting threw the gardens and running headlong into the forestation, the child forever screaming in wails of rage at being muffled. She paused to look back at the castle, the love of her life... he'd risked his life to save his child, though she was sure he didn't know she loved him.
*The beginnings of manhood*
Surviving life without his mother and father had been hard. Thor now stood, quiet, as he was being lectured by his master. Brought into slavery after his short period of being in an orphanage. The taste of bile rising in his mouth. He had dignity, he had grace, he was handsome, and he was being treated like trash. He lashed out, his 13 year old body barely able to take the older man who stood before him. He threw a punch at his face before turning with all his power and fleeing out the door. Of course he hated to run from a fight, but he'd have been beaten to death if he'd stayed long enough. He might have been proud, but not stupid.
***
He earned his living, laboring hard and studying up, sleep? No way. He had no time for sleep. He taught himself everything he could. A young man of 14 full of ambition, lust, and a heart to give.
*The fatal mistake*
The men grabbed him by the arms, holding him still for the other man to beat him. He didn't know what happened next, it had happened so fast. One minute he was pinned to the wall, the next slumped on the ground. A man stood in front of him, offering his hand up. He looked at it with narrow eyes before decidedly taking the hand up and waiting.
"Young Thorkell Gunthar Ronnat?" the man questioned.
"At your service," he said, though it sounded bitter and sarcastic.
"Finally. Let us take leave boy. Now that I've finally caught up to you we shall have this giant mess cleared in a moons pass," the man said.
He looked bewildered but followed the man quietly, not risking the chance of getting tied up with the other goons who lay on the muddy surface of the ally way floor.
*Quivers and Arrows*
"Watch your form soldier, keep straight, elbow up, fingers tight, release," his instructor said. The arrow whizzed threw the air near silently. Hitting it's mark on the deer that he'd been watching for the pass hour. His instructor had insisted they follow. He had had to learn stealth, aim, and a whole lot of practice. "Well done young man, go claim your prize, we shall give the castle something to feast with tonight," he spoke.
"I thank you master," he said, bowing low in gratitude before he was released to fetch the buck. He pulled the buck up onto the back of his horse before sliding on and riding to the castle behind his instructor. His instructor was one of the few people he genuinely respected and didn't try much rebelling with, since the man had earned his trust by saving his life when he'd nearly been beaten to a pulp by a drunken man in a pub. Things were going... ok. Better than the orphanage, though he didn't know what to think of his family. His sister seemed ... pleasurable, at least she wasn't annoying. His father had passed on and his mother was living with family off on the main island.
IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?
[/CENTER]how did you find us?: Proboards support[/size]
i know you read the rules: CORRECT!
impress me, baby:
Thor stood still and steady, watching the conversation in the darkness of the night. His hiding place nearly a mystery but nearly not for several times someone's questioned his spot.
The two men were in some sort of disagreement and one was drunk so far he was surprised he could even talk or stand up. He knew what he was seeing was important, he just didn't get why. Their talking hushed as a couple walked by, the smiled and waved casually, hiding their anger just under the surface.
He wondered quietly how he got himself into this mess, it all started with that stupid request. Then he couldn't find his arrows and now he was tangled in this ridiculous mess and was trapped, no way in, no way out. He could probably walk out casually but then he'd miss his chance to figure out what was happening and hopefully save the drunk man's, or maybe the other man's, life.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional whisper of the wind on the large plane of murky glass, weathered by years of rain, snow, sleet, and harsh winds. The shadows around the windows, hoarding all objects into its depths. The rays of the moon probing the square diameter on the floor with a serene feeling. The slow steady flow of snow blew outside the window and the low howl of the wind intensified the mood.
He sighed, peeping threw the crack in the door was getting tiresome. His eye strained so he switched, watching the two still ever curious but loosing the excitement as each word came threw their mouth.
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