Post by RURIK DIMA LORCAN on Dec 5, 2009 23:14:10 GMT -5
LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
RURIK DIMA LORCAN![/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 two puppets and they go by Thorkell Ronnat, Rurik Lorcan! 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: Rurik Dima Lorcan
how do we pronounce that?: Rue-Rick Dim-uh Lore-Can
nicknames: Rurikky, Lore, Dima, Rurik the Kind
age & birthday: 7 and 20(27), January 1st 838 ADH
status: Noble
occupation: Marquess
subplots: THE BAKER'S DAUGHTER
face claim: Josh Hartnett
appearance:
Suits and Ties. He's very rich, 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:
[☆] His dogs
[☆] women
[☆] he's OK with cats
[☆] art
[☆] to sketch
[☆] dreaming
[☆] anything to keep his mind off Sarah
[☆] Alcohol(Then again he hates it too)
[☆] Beach
[☆] night
[☆] Sunrise/sunset
[☆] Sailing/boats/ocean
[☆] Sex(What guy doesn't?)
dislikes:
` Pricks
` Preps
` Bitches
` Father
` Jail
` Forceful people
` Mares(Female Horses)
` Goody goody's
` Unfairness, people that aren't given a chance
` Brats/Spoiled Kids
` Judgmental People
fears:
The King
Some women
Getting in a brawl and never coming out of it
habits:
Flirts more than he needs to
Rubs the back of his neck when he's nervous
strengths:
-Sex
-Fighting
-Tricking
-Running/Stamina
-Riding(his horse) and shooting his arrow
-Balance
weakness:
-Beers/Alcohol(they slow him down if he has too much)
-Brainteasers
-Being a Knight(he can't do much as a knight, he gets ordered around too often)
-His temper
goals:
-Have a decent sized family before he gets too old
-Breed the best hound dog
secret(s):
He was married once and it kind of messed him up
personality:
The Playful: Rurik is a very playful person, he plays light tricks that get people laughing, but he's never done anything to intentionally hurt anyone.
The Roguish: He can get a little too indepth with his playfulness, sometimes causing harm and always ready to apologize, unless he hurt an older man, then he usually keeps going.
The Romantic: He can sweep you off your feet with a flash of his brilliant smile.
The Optimistic: He's always ready to make the best of a situation and turn it into something enjoyable, great to have around during battle.
The Intelligent: He thinks before he acts, usually, and tries to think ahead before anything happens. He's useful for discovering tactics and always ready to learn more.
The Loving: Despite is sometimes cold exterior, he is usually very loving. He warms up to people just fine and usually never has a problem, he doesn't like having enemies and is usually first to form a treaty.
The Sweet: He's always thinking of other people, he helps in any way he can, whether small or large he helps.
The Joyful: He's always happy and tries to make the people around him, his quote is 'a smile is just as contagious as a frown'.
The Annoying: He can get a little annoying, though not often. When he gets too playful some men get annoyed and tell him to buzz off.
The Logical: He tries to use logic to explain things when he can't understand them.
The Skillful: He can mike fire from water, not really. He's very resourceful and has worked on his skills since he was a child. He can be nearly as quiet as a cat or as fast swift as a mountain lion.
The Social: He's usually at every social event, with many friends and many allies.
YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?
[/CENTER]sexuality: Straight
turn ons: They have to care about their hygiene, sweet, nice ass/hips, flirting, playing hard to get-when they run the faster he chases-
turn offs: They can't be too easy, dirty, not pretty in anyway, bitchy all the time, when they flirt too much-overbearing-, jealousy
SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!
[/CENTER]mother: Gale Lorcan
father: Gideon Lorcan
siblings: none
spouse: N/A
children: N/A
other relatives: N/A
pets: A cat, a horse, and two dogs
hometown: Roanth
current residence: He has his own estate(inherited)
history:
Born in Roanth to a Marquess and a Marquise, he was put into knightship as a young boy. His mother and father died in his early teens, leaving the large estate and all it's contents to him. He didn't much care about it then. But when he developed into a full knight he did. He took care of the estate as much as he could, knowing he needed a helping hand he married, age 18. She was quiet, sweet, and frigid. She wouldn't let him touch her and he didn't get why. But when he finally got through to her things were looking up.
At age 20 he feared his wife. She used sex to get things, starting to take money, not that he didn't have enough, he just liked to know he had some money saved away in case of hard times. She could get him to do almost anything and he hated her for it. He began to stay further and further away from home, staying at the pub and working till his fingers bled from his quiver in his archery practice. When he went over seas once to talk with a neighboring country about alliance with Roanth he returned to a dead wife. She'd apparently 'fallen' over one of the cliffs on his estate.
He knew she committed suicide, and worse yet, she'd been 4 months pregnant with his child. He built another house on the opposite side of the estate, not being able to stay in the same house that was haunted by the woman who'd hated him so much.
He continued to work as a Knight, even as he was eligible to be a Marquess and maybe even a Duke if he tried. He liked his job, it kept his mind from wondering. He goes to court and assists the king in anyway, though he secretly fears the king will ruin the city of Roanth and everyone will be left to pick up what ever pieces left.
But once again his life had to go and screw with him. When the tension between the knights began to happen he decided it wasn't worth clinging onto. He retired into becoming a marquess, he hated it with a bitter fist but took his medicine anyways.
IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?
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i know you read the rules: CORRECT!
impress me, baby:
Rurik looked around the tavern it was dark and shady, even in the little bit of sun light left it seem... ominous. He took a step back, nearly bumping into one of the knights. The guy gave a husky laugh, "Aren't afraid are you Rurik?" Thorkell the Cold asked.
Rurik glowered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before playfully punching his friend in the arm, "Not as much as you are whelp," Rurik said smugly.
The kid gave a whuff and then dragged his tired and bloodied body into the tavern before placing a shilling on the counter to pay for a room and some service before he motioned for Rurik to come retire. Rurik didn't clean up at all, he collapsed on the make-shift bed of old furs and fell asleep, his dreams wrought with dreams of the battle his men had just previously suffered.
Time seemed to fly and before he knew it he was awake and in the same room, furs beneath him and his body tangled in the furs. He pulled himself up and started to clean, using the clean pot in the corner to fill with water before cleaning himself in front of a foggy mirror. His body was embellished in bruises and cuts, they stung when the coldness of the wet rag touched them and he clamped down on his jaw, trying to will the pain away. He muffled a few swears before finishing up and pulling on clean linens and breeches, then pulling the belt over his narrow hips and slinging quiver over his head and across his chest, the bow hooked securely to the side of the container before he walked out, meeting his men in the parlor.
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