Post by Thurel Derufin on Aug 4, 2006 8:39:08 GMT -5
Name: Thurel Derufin
Nicknames: The Captain
Age:35
Birthday:....I'll think of one soon enough
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair
Height: 6'7"
Body Type: After many years of training, Thurel has managed to achieve the kind of body that must warriors dream of. He is not overly muscular, but he strong enough to wield the bulkiest of weapons with little difficulty.
Bloodline: The descendant of warriors and peasants, there is nothing special behind Thurel's past; however he is the first of his family to ever serve Avaren in so high an office.
Likes: Avaren, fighting, working with his own two hands, going to the Chruch, drinking in the Tavern, passing on what knowledge he knows, and safeguarding his charges.
Dislikes: Mages and their way, fruity beverages, and most women (cause they can be quite a pain sometimes; especially when you've got a hangover)
Hopes, Dreams, Goals: To perform his duty to the Kingdom in any situation and to train the finest warriors in the land.
Fears: That the rumors of how strong magic really is are true and that his own strengths will be unable to carry him through.
Skills: A talented swordsmen, skilled enough in smithing to repair his own armour at the forge, and can decently use a bow well enough to put dinner on his table
Problems: Shafted weapons like spears and polearms are not his forte, has very little social skills and has an addiction to alcohol.
Personality: Derufin is a simple man; complex topics can confuse him at times, but he is very intelligent in the art of War and swordsmenship. Sometimes can be rash, strong headed, but should you get to know Thurel better; then perhaps you're in for a surprise that dwells within the heart of one of Avaren's fiercest warriors.
Relationship Status: Single
Friends: To be updated
Acquaintances: To be updated
Enemies: Wielders of magic
Rivals: To be updated
Crushes: None what so ever
Crushes on him/her: None what so ever
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: He's a heavy drinker and wastes a good deal of his pay on drink when he's upset about something.
Favorite Food: Venison
Favorite Color: Doesn't have one
Favorite Animal: the wolfhound
Favorite things: His armour, his bastard sword, and his helmet that he won in his first ever battle.
Pets: Ivan the Wolfhound
Heros: Being a somewhat religious man, Thurel looks up to Joshua in times of need.
Interests: Swordplay, jousting, warfare, drinking, and riding.
Family
Father: Hans Derufin
Mother: Hildegarde Ravenscroft
Siblings: Wilhelm and Eva (Will is younger by 1 year and Eva is younger by three)
History: Born in a small village outside Avaren itself, Thurel lived a pleasant childhood growing up in his parents cottage. From the age of 4, he had been fascinated with his father's metal working and until the age of 18 he apprenticed himself to his father. During that space of time, the usual events that any boy would experience occured and through working at the furnance; Thurel's muscles developed into what they are today. However a the age of 19, Thurel got into a fight with another apprentice and after being insulted rapidly about how stupid his father was; Thurel smashed the other boy's skull in with a forge hammer.
Stunned by what he had done, he looked to his family for support, but they couldn't offer him any save a few coins for the journey out of his old home. So he made his way to Avaren and lived in it's slums for a time; letting both ale and mead drown his sorrows. Until one day an elderly man came across Thurel and asked him why a boy of his stature wasn't working in the Warrior caste. Little did Thurel know that old man was the king at the time and at first didn't believe the man had anything to back up his talk. But when the elderly king pulled out his sword from his robes and leveled it at Thurel's throat; he pointed out that this blade was only meant for killing an enemy and he didn't went this down-trodden boy to be his enemy.
So Thurel roomed in at the barracks with other warriors for 6 years until he became competent enough a swordsmen to serve the King. But alas; only two years in the King's service and the elderly man passed onto the next world. That was when Thurel was 27 and now 8 years have passed; serving under the next King and Queen as Captain of the Guard.
(Will be modified as time passes on)
Nicknames: The Captain
Age:35
Birthday:....I'll think of one soon enough
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair
Height: 6'7"
Body Type: After many years of training, Thurel has managed to achieve the kind of body that must warriors dream of. He is not overly muscular, but he strong enough to wield the bulkiest of weapons with little difficulty.
Bloodline: The descendant of warriors and peasants, there is nothing special behind Thurel's past; however he is the first of his family to ever serve Avaren in so high an office.
Likes: Avaren, fighting, working with his own two hands, going to the Chruch, drinking in the Tavern, passing on what knowledge he knows, and safeguarding his charges.
Dislikes: Mages and their way, fruity beverages, and most women (cause they can be quite a pain sometimes; especially when you've got a hangover)
Hopes, Dreams, Goals: To perform his duty to the Kingdom in any situation and to train the finest warriors in the land.
Fears: That the rumors of how strong magic really is are true and that his own strengths will be unable to carry him through.
Skills: A talented swordsmen, skilled enough in smithing to repair his own armour at the forge, and can decently use a bow well enough to put dinner on his table
Problems: Shafted weapons like spears and polearms are not his forte, has very little social skills and has an addiction to alcohol.
Personality: Derufin is a simple man; complex topics can confuse him at times, but he is very intelligent in the art of War and swordsmenship. Sometimes can be rash, strong headed, but should you get to know Thurel better; then perhaps you're in for a surprise that dwells within the heart of one of Avaren's fiercest warriors.
Relationship Status: Single
Friends: To be updated
Acquaintances: To be updated
Enemies: Wielders of magic
Rivals: To be updated
Crushes: None what so ever
Crushes on him/her: None what so ever
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: He's a heavy drinker and wastes a good deal of his pay on drink when he's upset about something.
Favorite Food: Venison
Favorite Color: Doesn't have one
Favorite Animal: the wolfhound
Favorite things: His armour, his bastard sword, and his helmet that he won in his first ever battle.
Pets: Ivan the Wolfhound
Heros: Being a somewhat religious man, Thurel looks up to Joshua in times of need.
Interests: Swordplay, jousting, warfare, drinking, and riding.
Family
Father: Hans Derufin
Mother: Hildegarde Ravenscroft
Siblings: Wilhelm and Eva (Will is younger by 1 year and Eva is younger by three)
History: Born in a small village outside Avaren itself, Thurel lived a pleasant childhood growing up in his parents cottage. From the age of 4, he had been fascinated with his father's metal working and until the age of 18 he apprenticed himself to his father. During that space of time, the usual events that any boy would experience occured and through working at the furnance; Thurel's muscles developed into what they are today. However a the age of 19, Thurel got into a fight with another apprentice and after being insulted rapidly about how stupid his father was; Thurel smashed the other boy's skull in with a forge hammer.
Stunned by what he had done, he looked to his family for support, but they couldn't offer him any save a few coins for the journey out of his old home. So he made his way to Avaren and lived in it's slums for a time; letting both ale and mead drown his sorrows. Until one day an elderly man came across Thurel and asked him why a boy of his stature wasn't working in the Warrior caste. Little did Thurel know that old man was the king at the time and at first didn't believe the man had anything to back up his talk. But when the elderly king pulled out his sword from his robes and leveled it at Thurel's throat; he pointed out that this blade was only meant for killing an enemy and he didn't went this down-trodden boy to be his enemy.
So Thurel roomed in at the barracks with other warriors for 6 years until he became competent enough a swordsmen to serve the King. But alas; only two years in the King's service and the elderly man passed onto the next world. That was when Thurel was 27 and now 8 years have passed; serving under the next King and Queen as Captain of the Guard.
(Will be modified as time passes on)
