Character(s) The many faces of Rowan

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Character(s) The many faces of Rowan

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>Genres<
Medieval

>Name/Nickname<
Harkon Morain

>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight

>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
24/24

>Race<
Human

>Personality<
Harkon is somewhat emotionless. Forged in a life that seems to be an endless battle, Harkon has numbed himself to life.

>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with flaming red hair

>History<
Harkon was born in the middle of war, and unfortunately for him, his small provincial town lay dab-smack in the middle of the route that the feuding lords used time and time again, to shuttle their warriors back and forth to the ever-changing battle fronts. Harkon's family somehow all managed to make it to their late life, but Harkon chalked this up to his father's ability to be an extreme ass-kisser, and the fact that he didn't seem to mind if someone borrowed his wife for an afternoon. As soon as Harkon had enough money stashed away, he bought his way into a halfway decent mercenary band, and never looked back.

>Likes<
:Horses, battles, and a good shield wall. Give the man an inch and he'll take a mile.

>Dislikes<
Weak-minded people, people who won't stand up for themselves, and cowards

>Weaknesses<
as far as Harkon is concerned, he has no weaknesses.

>Genres<
Modern

>Name/Nickname<
Troy Griffith

>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight

>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
25/25

>Personality<
Troy is hardworking, driven sort of guy. He wants to make something out of his life.

>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.

>History<
Troy grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere Texas. His family had a sizable farm, but for some reason he never quite took with the life. That's not to say he wasn't good with animals, he just wanted more is all. Troy never quite mastered the finer points of school, using it to meet girls, and play football. The way Troy figured it; he was faced with two choices after he graduated. Take the simple life and settle down, or join the military. So that's how Troy ended up in the navy. Now, 6 eventful years later, Troy is out of the military and looking for the next adventure in life.

>Likes<
Adrenaline rushes, fast cars, and pretty women. Troy is somewhat of a cliche.

>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who never aspire beyond their stations in life.

>Weaknesses<
Troy has a fear of his name being forgotten by time.

>Genres<
Steampunk

>Name/Nickname<
Rowan Stevens/Row

>Gender/Sexuality<
Male/Straight

>Actual Age/Appeared Age<
22/22

>Race<
Human

>Personality<
Rowan is hardworking, laid back kinda guy, but driven when it comes to something, he is interested in. Rowan is extremely loyal and has a brawler like attitude in a fight.

>Appearance<
6 ft., roughly, 230 pds. tanned white skin, with blonde hair, and a red beard. Rowan is built like your typical farm boy, broad shoulder, and stocky.

>History<
Rowan grew up on a farm, in the middle of nowhere. His family eked out a living, but when a Flu epidemic swept through his small town, leaving most of his friend's dead, and taking his ma and pa with it, Rowan didn't know how he'd make it to his next birthday. Lucky for him the mayor had been a family friend and sent word to an uncle he didn't know he had, who lived in the city. Rowans uncle was mildly influential, mainly since he led one of the few respectable mercenary bands in the area, but that didn't mean Rowan got treated to a life of luxury. Rowan learned over the next six years how to shoot a gun, fix an engine, and take of one's self.

>Likes<
Nature, Machines, and Guns. Rowan is a simple man.

>Dislikes<
Know-it-alls, bullies, and people who lack common sense.

>Weaknesses<
Rowan has a fear of being alone, and generally dislikes the dark.​
 
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>Genre<

Sci-fi

>Name<
Torin McTavish

>Age<
28 Terran Years

>Appearance<
6 ft., 210 Pds., Bearded, blonde hair, but with a very red beard, and body-wise he was a bit larger than most space-faring captains. Tattoos criss-crossed his entire arms in a sleeve like fashion, many of them militaristic, denoting past service. He wore his hair styled very much like he still served aboard a naval ship, Short almost to the point of shaved, while longer on top, there wasn't an overabundance of it there.

>History<

Torin grew up on a agri-world, which is to say he grew up on on giant ass farm. A backwater country, prized only for the amazing amount of food it could produce, it had been settled by a mixture of the countries that used to form the old English commonwealth. Irish, and Scottish were the most prevalent, but a smattering of Australians, and Canadians could also be found, with just a pinch of Indians thrown in for good measure. Torin grew up longing for more from life, and generally being viewed as a vagabond by his neighbors. Torin wasn't a bad kid, he just got easily bored, and loved his pranks growing up. At the age of 14 his parents grew tired of paying for all of the damage Torin caused, and Torin found himself now in the hands of a Naval Military Preparatory Academy. Surprisingly Torin took to it like a fish to water, and a short four years later, found himself as a midshipmen in His Majesties Navy. It seemed not even space could rid the world of the English Monarchy. He served faithfully for 10 long years. Now hear he was at age 28, ready to set out on his own, finally having saved enough to buy his own ship. Having teamed up with Minor Nobles son in the venture he had managed to snag a ship of middling class, and now he was looking to tackle the greater galaxy in his own way.

>Personality<
Torin was a quiet kind of guy. He didn't mean to come off as distant, but ever since he was a child, that's just how he was. Torin was actually quiet friendly once you got the rocky exterior, but he had an aura about that definite gave off the "don't fuck with me". Torin has an extreme sense of loyalty, and duty. This paired with his own sense of justice and clannishness, gave rise to him being a completely hard-ass kinda of captain, but one who never abandoned his own. Torin enjoyed reading in his spare time and more often than not, he was found with his favorite mug in hand, and filled to the brim with coffee. A day without a cup was truly a bad day.​
 
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>Genre<

Coven

>Name<
Colm Robinson

>Age<
23

>Appearance<
6'2" ft., 220 Pds., Bearded, blonde hair, and larger than life. Tattoos/markings criss-crossed his entire arm and bled into his upper chest/shoulder are. Dirty Blonde hair, with a close cropped haircut, militaristic in style, and Blue eyes. His birthmark is sword shaped, and takes up the entire back part of his right leg, extending from just beneath his right cheek, to his ankle.

>Personality<
Colm was a quiet kind of guy. Paired with a sort of RBF, he found that most people avoided trying to talk with him. Colm was actually quiet friendly once you got the rocky exterior, but he had an aura about that definite gave off the "don't fuck with me". Colm has an extreme sense of loyalty, and duty. He enjoys learning about history and more often than not, he can be found with an energy drink in his hand (Yes he does know how bad it is for his body thank you). Colm is distinctly not a morning person, and enjoys the midnight watch, even though the darkness sets him on edge.​
 
꙰Genre꙰

Medieval/Fantasy/Dragon Rider

꙰Name꙰

Brandt Derekson

꙰Age꙰

19 Years


꙰Weight꙰
Appearance: 6' 2", 210lbs, Sparse beard, dirty blonde hair, stocky body frame.

꙰Personality꙰
Brandt was a very outgoing type of person. He never seemed to find a person that he couldn't get along with. Brandt was a jovial young man sometimes given to drink in excess which only enhanced his personality. Despite all this Brandt is very clannish and will protect his family with all that he has, even if his family is in the wrong. This doesn't mean that Brandt doesn't value justice, he just believes matters of the most sensitive types should be handle within the family group. Brandt enjoys learning about new things, and he is a naturally curious person.

꙰History꙰

Brandt grew up in a medium sized village, that sat on the edge of one of the great forests in the Kingdom of Ram. Brandt had grown up learning the blacksmithing trade in his father's smithy, earning a formidable reputation, built on the foundation of his fathers name. He was now a hulk of a young man, one who was determined to make himself known in the legends sung in the taverns at night, but just how to go about doing so had always escaped him. Making a trip to the Freinhall Fair was the biggest adventure he had ever had. Now here Brandt was along with a small group of his clansmen walking into the forests, venturing out for some lumber. One of his many cousins was getting married, and it was time for another good old house raising. The next few days would surely change his life forever.


NOTE

This character is intended for a story that is loosely based upon am amalgamation of the book series by Naomi Novik, as well as the Eragon Series by Christopher Paolini. The intentions for the character are for him to become a Dragon Rider almost at immediately.

 
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∞ Genres ∞
Skyrim

∞ Name/Nickname ∞
Einar Gunnarsson

∞ Gender/Sexuality ∞
Male/Straight

∞ Actual Age/Appeared Age ∞
26/26

∞ Race ∞
Human/Nordic

∞ Personality ∞
Einar comes across as rather harsh, and stand offish, whole also proud/arrogant in his Nordic heritage.

∞ Appearance ∞
6 ft., roughly, 190 pds., white skin, with a dirty blonde hair, and deep blue eyes

∞ History ∞

Einar was born the son of well to do merchant based out of Falkreath. Einar had never expected to find himself as a small group leader in the Stormcloak army. His specific title was Ice-veins, but he wasn't overly fond of the title, so he never required his men to use it.

∞ Likes ∞
Battles, and a good shield wall. Einar was a somewhat blood thirsty individual when it came to taking down imperials.

∞ Dislikes ∞
Imperials, and elves


∞ Weaknesses ∞
A little to head strong


 
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