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NAME: Criad Redthorn II
Title: Criad the Red
AGE: 20
OCCUPATION: Sailor, Adventurer and Treasure Seeker
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, Heterosexual
LIKES:
Anything of value- Gold, jewels, anything he can collect or sell for more money, because money is everything in this world
Being the center of attention- He's rich and famous, anyone who doesn't want to look at him is either getting his autograph or completely brain dead.
Looking smart- Only for the more civilized and more cultured of Vikings, and the ones who can afford it.
Being right- He thinks he's always right, even when he knows he's wrong; because he's always right.
Beating people in any competition- He will make anything and everything a competition and will rub it so hard in your face if he wins, that it will give you friction burns
DISLIKES:
Independent women- Women are for cooking and looking after children, not adventuring and fighting!
Anyone who beats him in combat- Although that's not going to happen because he will bend the scenario around his pinkie finger.
Poor people- Poor people are dirt and need to stay out the way...
Being alone- This is rare because he will shove his fire-stricken face into any conversation in the near vicinity. The near vicinity being everywhere in walking distance.
STRENGTHS:
Excellent one-handed swordsman- Trained from a young age by his uncle.
Decent shot with a crossbow- Likes to hunt wild animals in the summer for sport.
Passion for anything he sets himself to- He can be a very hard worker when he wants to be.
Perception- Can analyse a persons attack strategy and use their weak points to his advantage. This is usually helped by eaves dropping on conversations and butting his nose where it shouldn't be.
WEAKNESSES:
His EXTREME cocky-ness- Can make him doubt peoples ability to chop his head off.
Being angry- It can either make him much more cynical, sarcastic and logical or wildly violent. Neither are good.
His inability to work in a team with other people- He hates the majority of people
His complete and utter disrespect for just about anyone- Ditto
FEARS:
Fire- A rather major accident has left him scarred for life.
Bees- He has apiphobia (A phobia of bees). They sting you, and it hurts. Enough said.
Being a disappointment to his family name- Redthorn, treasure seekers and bravest adventurers of the oceans.
Dying along without an heir to the family name- He wants do do what his mother could not, raise an heir to continue the family line.
AMBITIONS:
Be the greatest adventurer of all time- Shouldn't be too hard for him
Have everyone respect and fear him- This already happens unless your really stupid and don't know talent when you see it.
Find his long lost uncle
Possibly befriend a dragon- Only one that can match him for skill and sophistication
SECRETS:
He loves being the center of attention but has no true friends (probably doesn't help being an arse all his life).
He loves to dance and is a great dancer (Music is one of his loves in life)
He is desperately lonely. He has never had a girlfriend or anyone who likes him.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
To be fair, Cirad is a bit of a jerk. In fact, he's a big jerk. If you don't instantly want to hit at his head with the nearest blunt object available, he clearly hasn't spoken to you much. He has a tendency to annoy the majority of a town or village in the first day of being there, which has caused him to be in a few scrapes in the past. Being a rich arrogant sod also doesn't help him to make friends especially when he treats 99% of people like the dirt under the dirt of a dead animal. And if you are somehow in his eyes better than him, he will instantly want to fight you to show his superiority.
Arguments is how he talks to people, if he's not judging people for not being of high status, he will be arguing with any woman who is not indoors working. Among his many dislikes, women come up high on the list. To him, they are inferior to men in every possible way and should only go outside to buy food and put up the washing up; besides that, they should stay inside to do cooking. An extremely unpopular view with all of the women he has met in every village; especially the Bog Burglar Tribe.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Tall, skinny and pale are the three things that hit you first when you meet Criad. Being at about 6"4 and not having allot of body fat makes a somewhat scrawny Viking compared to the normal, more beefy ones. Long fiery red hair hangs just above his shoulders. combed back from his forehead causing him to look constantly windswept and unless you missed the other three major factors to his appearance, the burnt fleshed scar on his face would be the next thing to notice. Stretching down from his lower left eye to chin and surrounded in red burn marks, his scar is a reminder to a horrible accident that occurred in his childhood. His dark blue eyes sit deep in the center of his face and are partially blocked by his big nose and a small goatee covers his mouth and chin. His whole face looks compliments his personality, as does his clothing.
A small metal plate covers him above the chest, underneath of which is a red scale mail suit with a few iron links, protecting him from small attacks. Covering the right of his chest just below his metal plate, is his family crest, a sliver hook on a dark blue background. His left arm is less armored than his right; only having light leather padding and a metal plate covering his elbow. Whereas his other arm is much more protected with a heavier leather arm guard and glove. Around his waist is a large belt on which he carries his two swords, his small one on his front and his larger one hooked onto his back. Below his waist around his crotch is a decorative metal plate, to protect his manly possessions, which also stretches down on his right leg offering heavy protection from attacks and on his feet are two large fur boots with iron wrapped around them.
HISTORY:
Cirad's story starts with his mother, Borgunna, a famous sailor and explorer who has cheated death countless times through her life. She has sailed every body of water imaginable on her giant ship which was passed down to her by her mother; the 'Ormen Lange'. On this ship, Borgunna lived with a large crew of sailors and families, all wanting to share in the same exciting life as her, and go where no one had been before. Even though everyone on the ship was happy, Borgunna was not, she wished to have a loving family, someone to love and someone to love her in return. She tried for many years to woo a husband, but nobody wanted to love someone like her, someone who would just go running off on an adventure and not care about her family. She wanted so hard to prove them all wrong, just one chance to make her life that much more happier. She tried and tried again until one lonely night where she snapped and hatched a plan to get herself a child. She found one of the single sailors on the ship, and made him drink a barrel of mead, this got him so drunk that it only took one question to get him to bed with her.
A few months later, out spurted into the world Cirad. The son of a captain who made his 'father' so drunk he had no memory of what happened. It was just announced one day that she was pregnant, and the father was never told. She finally had her wish, to have a child of her own to love and raise into a worthy heir to her families name. Thats what should have happened. Unfortunately just like everyone had thought. Borgunna quickly left the responsibility of her child to someone else while she went to go find a mythical treasure.
Her brother took this responsibility, and raised Cirad as his own son and treated him like Borgunna should have done. He taught him to read and write, how to fish and hunt animals whenever they made port. How to tie knots and sailing techniques, everything that his mother would have taught him, if she wasn't gallivanting off exploring. Being an experienced fighter, he taught him various techniques of one-handed combat and at the age of ten, he bought Cirad a sword of his own to train with.
Cirad still lived upon his mothers ship for the best part of the year, but she did not take much attention to him, always being too busy shouting orders or steering the ship, its like she had completely forgotten that she had a son, she was just so obsessed about finding treasure. It was an addiction, and there was no cure. Stories and rumors were passed around the ship that Borgunna's mother had gone mad and driven herself to death over treasure, and they believed that she would fall to the same fate.
At the age of fourteen, already proficient in sword fighting and could probably surpass some of the best fighters much older than him, Cirad began to enter tournaments to boost is renown in the area just like his uncle had instructed. "If more people know you, more people can respect you", is what he'd used to say for motivation. And it worked. Cirad was rather famous after winning various tournaments and challenges. Unfortunately, his fame did come with a few down sides; some very jealous competitors thought it would be a good idea to set fire to Cirad's bedroom as he slept, causing his hair to catch fire and physically scar him for life.
Out raged and infuriated, Cirad believed himself to be above the ones who had attacked him,and struck them down the very next morning. From then on, he looked down on people of lower class and was untrustworthy of the majority of the people he met. He had snapped. Now thinking much higher of himself, and mad with his fame, he continued to challenge more and more people, his addiction effecting him like poison. He would get into bar fights with strangers, always wanting to prove his worth, always wanting to be the best.
At age nineteen, he was at an all time low in his life. His mother started paying more attention to him, but in doing so, banned her brother from helping her son. She thought that he had corrupted something that she worked so hard for, and she wasn't going to let him continue like this. At the next port, Borgunna threw her brother off the ship and abandoned him in a small fishing village unknown to Cirad. After a few days on board the ship, Cirad became concerned for his Uncle. He hadn't seen him and his birthday was coming up in a months time. He was hoping they could go away together like they always would.
When Cirad finally learned the truth a week later, he was angrier than ever before. He was angry at his mother for taking away the one person who truly cared for him, he had no idea where to find him, or even where to start. Later, in the dead of night, he stole a small fishing boat from the deck of his mothers ship and cast off into the unknown, contempt on finding the location of his Uncle and getting his life back on track.
Now with the hatred of his mother burning in his heart, and the scar on his face to remind him of peoples jealously, he wasn't about to make any ones else's life any happier right now. He didn't trust people and he hated everyone, and he wasn't about to make an exception for anyone who stood between him and his goal in life.
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Being an expert in combat, Cirad generally uses the sword his uncle gave to him, and uses it with a short sword.
FIGHTING STYLE:
He takes a fencing stance when in a 1v1 situation with a foe, keeping light on his feet and usually redirects blocks to throw off enemies and then strike; only rarely using his shorter sword for defensive purposes when he needs it against a group of foes.
No dragon: (I have plans to get one throughout the RP)
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ***************
CBOX NAME: Criad
Title: Criad the Red
AGE: 20
OCCUPATION: Sailor, Adventurer and Treasure Seeker
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Male, Heterosexual
LIKES:
Anything of value- Gold, jewels, anything he can collect or sell for more money, because money is everything in this world
Being the center of attention- He's rich and famous, anyone who doesn't want to look at him is either getting his autograph or completely brain dead.
Looking smart- Only for the more civilized and more cultured of Vikings, and the ones who can afford it.
Being right- He thinks he's always right, even when he knows he's wrong; because he's always right.
Beating people in any competition- He will make anything and everything a competition and will rub it so hard in your face if he wins, that it will give you friction burns
DISLIKES:
Independent women- Women are for cooking and looking after children, not adventuring and fighting!
Anyone who beats him in combat- Although that's not going to happen because he will bend the scenario around his pinkie finger.
Poor people- Poor people are dirt and need to stay out the way...
Being alone- This is rare because he will shove his fire-stricken face into any conversation in the near vicinity. The near vicinity being everywhere in walking distance.
STRENGTHS:
Excellent one-handed swordsman- Trained from a young age by his uncle.
Decent shot with a crossbow- Likes to hunt wild animals in the summer for sport.
Passion for anything he sets himself to- He can be a very hard worker when he wants to be.
Perception- Can analyse a persons attack strategy and use their weak points to his advantage. This is usually helped by eaves dropping on conversations and butting his nose where it shouldn't be.
WEAKNESSES:
His EXTREME cocky-ness- Can make him doubt peoples ability to chop his head off.
Being angry- It can either make him much more cynical, sarcastic and logical or wildly violent. Neither are good.
His inability to work in a team with other people- He hates the majority of people
His complete and utter disrespect for just about anyone- Ditto
FEARS:
Fire- A rather major accident has left him scarred for life.
Bees- He has apiphobia (A phobia of bees). They sting you, and it hurts. Enough said.
Being a disappointment to his family name- Redthorn, treasure seekers and bravest adventurers of the oceans.
Dying along without an heir to the family name- He wants do do what his mother could not, raise an heir to continue the family line.
AMBITIONS:
Be the greatest adventurer of all time- Shouldn't be too hard for him
Have everyone respect and fear him- This already happens unless your really stupid and don't know talent when you see it.
Find his long lost uncle
Possibly befriend a dragon- Only one that can match him for skill and sophistication
SECRETS:
He loves being the center of attention but has no true friends (probably doesn't help being an arse all his life).
He loves to dance and is a great dancer (Music is one of his loves in life)
He is desperately lonely. He has never had a girlfriend or anyone who likes him.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
To be fair, Cirad is a bit of a jerk. In fact, he's a big jerk. If you don't instantly want to hit at his head with the nearest blunt object available, he clearly hasn't spoken to you much. He has a tendency to annoy the majority of a town or village in the first day of being there, which has caused him to be in a few scrapes in the past. Being a rich arrogant sod also doesn't help him to make friends especially when he treats 99% of people like the dirt under the dirt of a dead animal. And if you are somehow in his eyes better than him, he will instantly want to fight you to show his superiority.
Arguments is how he talks to people, if he's not judging people for not being of high status, he will be arguing with any woman who is not indoors working. Among his many dislikes, women come up high on the list. To him, they are inferior to men in every possible way and should only go outside to buy food and put up the washing up; besides that, they should stay inside to do cooking. An extremely unpopular view with all of the women he has met in every village; especially the Bog Burglar Tribe.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Tall, skinny and pale are the three things that hit you first when you meet Criad. Being at about 6"4 and not having allot of body fat makes a somewhat scrawny Viking compared to the normal, more beefy ones. Long fiery red hair hangs just above his shoulders. combed back from his forehead causing him to look constantly windswept and unless you missed the other three major factors to his appearance, the burnt fleshed scar on his face would be the next thing to notice. Stretching down from his lower left eye to chin and surrounded in red burn marks, his scar is a reminder to a horrible accident that occurred in his childhood. His dark blue eyes sit deep in the center of his face and are partially blocked by his big nose and a small goatee covers his mouth and chin. His whole face looks compliments his personality, as does his clothing.
A small metal plate covers him above the chest, underneath of which is a red scale mail suit with a few iron links, protecting him from small attacks. Covering the right of his chest just below his metal plate, is his family crest, a sliver hook on a dark blue background. His left arm is less armored than his right; only having light leather padding and a metal plate covering his elbow. Whereas his other arm is much more protected with a heavier leather arm guard and glove. Around his waist is a large belt on which he carries his two swords, his small one on his front and his larger one hooked onto his back. Below his waist around his crotch is a decorative metal plate, to protect his manly possessions, which also stretches down on his right leg offering heavy protection from attacks and on his feet are two large fur boots with iron wrapped around them.
HISTORY:
Cirad's story starts with his mother, Borgunna, a famous sailor and explorer who has cheated death countless times through her life. She has sailed every body of water imaginable on her giant ship which was passed down to her by her mother; the 'Ormen Lange'. On this ship, Borgunna lived with a large crew of sailors and families, all wanting to share in the same exciting life as her, and go where no one had been before. Even though everyone on the ship was happy, Borgunna was not, she wished to have a loving family, someone to love and someone to love her in return. She tried for many years to woo a husband, but nobody wanted to love someone like her, someone who would just go running off on an adventure and not care about her family. She wanted so hard to prove them all wrong, just one chance to make her life that much more happier. She tried and tried again until one lonely night where she snapped and hatched a plan to get herself a child. She found one of the single sailors on the ship, and made him drink a barrel of mead, this got him so drunk that it only took one question to get him to bed with her.
A few months later, out spurted into the world Cirad. The son of a captain who made his 'father' so drunk he had no memory of what happened. It was just announced one day that she was pregnant, and the father was never told. She finally had her wish, to have a child of her own to love and raise into a worthy heir to her families name. Thats what should have happened. Unfortunately just like everyone had thought. Borgunna quickly left the responsibility of her child to someone else while she went to go find a mythical treasure.
Her brother took this responsibility, and raised Cirad as his own son and treated him like Borgunna should have done. He taught him to read and write, how to fish and hunt animals whenever they made port. How to tie knots and sailing techniques, everything that his mother would have taught him, if she wasn't gallivanting off exploring. Being an experienced fighter, he taught him various techniques of one-handed combat and at the age of ten, he bought Cirad a sword of his own to train with.
Cirad still lived upon his mothers ship for the best part of the year, but she did not take much attention to him, always being too busy shouting orders or steering the ship, its like she had completely forgotten that she had a son, she was just so obsessed about finding treasure. It was an addiction, and there was no cure. Stories and rumors were passed around the ship that Borgunna's mother had gone mad and driven herself to death over treasure, and they believed that she would fall to the same fate.
At the age of fourteen, already proficient in sword fighting and could probably surpass some of the best fighters much older than him, Cirad began to enter tournaments to boost is renown in the area just like his uncle had instructed. "If more people know you, more people can respect you", is what he'd used to say for motivation. And it worked. Cirad was rather famous after winning various tournaments and challenges. Unfortunately, his fame did come with a few down sides; some very jealous competitors thought it would be a good idea to set fire to Cirad's bedroom as he slept, causing his hair to catch fire and physically scar him for life.
Out raged and infuriated, Cirad believed himself to be above the ones who had attacked him,and struck them down the very next morning. From then on, he looked down on people of lower class and was untrustworthy of the majority of the people he met. He had snapped. Now thinking much higher of himself, and mad with his fame, he continued to challenge more and more people, his addiction effecting him like poison. He would get into bar fights with strangers, always wanting to prove his worth, always wanting to be the best.
At age nineteen, he was at an all time low in his life. His mother started paying more attention to him, but in doing so, banned her brother from helping her son. She thought that he had corrupted something that she worked so hard for, and she wasn't going to let him continue like this. At the next port, Borgunna threw her brother off the ship and abandoned him in a small fishing village unknown to Cirad. After a few days on board the ship, Cirad became concerned for his Uncle. He hadn't seen him and his birthday was coming up in a months time. He was hoping they could go away together like they always would.
When Cirad finally learned the truth a week later, he was angrier than ever before. He was angry at his mother for taking away the one person who truly cared for him, he had no idea where to find him, or even where to start. Later, in the dead of night, he stole a small fishing boat from the deck of his mothers ship and cast off into the unknown, contempt on finding the location of his Uncle and getting his life back on track.
Now with the hatred of his mother burning in his heart, and the scar on his face to remind him of peoples jealously, he wasn't about to make any ones else's life any happier right now. He didn't trust people and he hated everyone, and he wasn't about to make an exception for anyone who stood between him and his goal in life.
WEAPON OF CHOICE:
Being an expert in combat, Cirad generally uses the sword his uncle gave to him, and uses it with a short sword.
FIGHTING STYLE:
He takes a fencing stance when in a 1v1 situation with a foe, keeping light on his feet and usually redirects blocks to throw off enemies and then strike; only rarely using his shorter sword for defensive purposes when he needs it against a group of foes.
No dragon: (I have plans to get one throughout the RP)
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ***************
CBOX NAME: Criad
