Theodric Loganach

[Theodric Loganach]

Theodric Loganach

Nicknames or Aliases Theo

Age: twenty-four

Religion and Language: Cisal, but also speaks very poor, broken Amoraean/practices Druidism

Faction Loyalty: Iceni tribe

Alignment: chaotic good

Profession: minstrel, balladeer and mounted warrior

Appearance:

Theoderic is considered clean-cut and good-looking by most the members of his tribe. He has brown hair and several-day-old beard with a hint of copper, blue eyes and lean muscle. He is broad-shouldered and physically fit and stands at a 6'0", weighing 180 pounds.

Personality:

Overall, Theoderic is a nice guy. He's a bit awkward conversing other people, unless he knows the people in question really well. When he's performing, it's a completely different story. It's almost like another persona that he takes on, one that gives him the confidence that he doesn't possess naturally. In general, he gets along better with animals. They don't judge you and if you piss them off, they give you he cold shoulder for long enough for you to get the point and then you're best friends again. People aren't like that. He keeps it to himself, but Theoderic isn't all that brave when it comes to charging into battle. Sure, he loves to immortalize the "glory" of war in his ballads and war epics, but really, war is a messy, bloody business and if he had his way, he would only have opposing armies come together for games and feats of arms, not actual killing. That being said, Theoderic is not a fan of organization and structure. He prefers setting all the monkeys loose and letting them figure it out.

History:

There isn't much extraordinary to tell about Theoderic's story. He was born the third of three children, but was the first to survive to adulthood. From an early age, Theoderic spent most of the time with animals, tending herds of goats, sheep and horses, learning to ride and handle a spear as soon as he could walk. From there, he become skilled in swordplay. Archery was always his weak point. He could shoot and aim just fine, but he was nearsighted, so his poor vision hindered him when he came to hitting his mark, a thing that frustrated him to no end.

As soon as puberty hit him, he started riding out into battle. He soon proved to be a good fighter, quick, ruthless and strong, but he never felt all that brave and to this very day, his nerves quiver as he is about to set forth into battle.

Throughout his life, Theoderic had always been a lover of stories and songs and it wasn't long before he was composing his own. He couldn't read or write, but he had a fantastic memory and could remember all that he composed by heart. He had a nice singing voice as well and he learned to play whatever instrument that was put into his hand. He became something of a tribe historian, documenting the goings-on the forms of ballads or war chants and he was always in demand when there were nights of entertainment among the tribe.

Strengths/Weaknesses

Strengths:

• excellent storyteller/musician
  
• excellent horseman
  
• intelligent
  
• in excellent physical shape
  
• exceptionally handsome
  
• funny, once he's comfortable around someone

Weaknesses:

• near-sighted
  
• because he is near-sighted, most of the time, he can't see the targets he is trying to hit with his bow
  
• he's awkward in general, that is to say, he makes the awkward moments even more awkward
  
• lacks confidence
  
• not exactly brave, but he's more scared of humiliation or execution, so he goes into battle anyway

Likes:

• performing
  
• working on his music
  
• animals
  
• horses
  
• racing the horses
  
• singing
  
• sparring

Dislikes:

• the actual killing involved in war (Theoderic doesn't like ending people's lives -- he'd much rather knock them out and be done with it)
  
• the actual battles
  
• awkward conversations
  
• awkward situations
  
• matchmaking...they're awkward conversations that lead to awkward situations
  
• stripping naked: it makes him feel vulnerable, speaking of which:
  
• feeling vulnerable

Weapons:

• A bow and quiver of arrows
  
• a hunting knife
  
• a gladius he took off the dead body of a legionary
  
• three spears

Armor:
None. His people fight in whatever they're wearing...plus some war paint.

Extra

Your OOC name: Peregrine

RP Sample:

Telemain swiftly whipped out his notebook, which he carried with him everywhere, jolting down the list of safety precautions that Henry gave him. Arm wings sounded like fun; he had always wanted to try flying and he hadn't yet figured out how to charm a broomstick or a carpet into the doing the job for him. He had no idea why arm wings were considered a safety device for swimming, but they sounded fun anyway.

Suddenly, the magician's eyes lit up. "How about a dolphin? May I have a dolphin? Dolphins are clever creatures with social structure and superior brains." He added, matter-of-factly, even though he was visibly resisting the urge to jump and down with anticipation.

He looked up in confusion has Henry defended his...heterosexuality? But...but...how could that be? Telemain had been certain that he had been a budding queen, (wouldn't that technically make him a princess?) but the boy denied it, so Telemain had to accept that he was indeed straight, as puzzled as he was. But Telemain, what with inquisitive mind, would not stop asking the questions until he understood.

"But...you said I looked 'hot', so I thought." He said, using the world's most awkward air quotes on the word 'hot'. "'Hot', in the proper context, means 'to give off heat', but I do not appear to be giving off heat," He quickly checked under one perfectly odorless armpit, "so I must assume that you are referring to the 'hip' usage of the word 'hot', meaning 'desirable", ''impressive' or 'attractive as the potential romantic or sexual associate'. I have no interest, I assure you, in fact, I was attempting to communicate that I do not look at your loins...in that way, but I'm just confused..." His voice trailed away.

Well, this was awkward. Better fix it. Yes! Telemain was good at fixing things.

"My apologies, I thought for certain you were a member of the Order of the Broken Wrist."

[Wolfezth Severus Deraine]

Accepted! Welcome aboard!