Post by icksel on Feb 2, 2012 2:08:33 GMT -5
Name: Tourechutnetter Ketterin (its pronounced too-ruh-koo-NET-tah) Touri for short
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Tall and lanky with pasty white skin and a long greasy black hair. A bit dark around the eyes and has a disturbingly androgynous face. After a few drinks one could probably mistake him for a female, which would be arkward for all involved. Wears a long purple/black robe, which he swears is NOT a dress.
Place of Residence: Whitehold old town
Place of Birth: not quite sure, but probably Dauer.
Relatives: A father who spends most of his time in the local pub cavorting with young bar wenches, and a mother who spends most of her time at home gossiping with the local ladies and telling Touri that he should get a wife and a proper job.
Friends: A mouse called Mr. Percival.
Occupation: Jobless, and hungry.
Weapon of Choice: His superb grasp of the Talarran(English) language.
Likes: Books, wine, good cheese, small fluffy animals, wine, history, culture, wine, a nice warm sofa in front of the fireplace and wine.
Dislikes: Long distances, uneven things, one-eyed crocodiles and current alcohol prices.
Hobbies: As a scholar, Touri likes to indulge his literary tastes with longs hours spent reading and studying history, literature, culture, poetry and so on. He also has a taste for fine cuisine and art. Finally, he like to take care of Mr. Percival, often engaging the little creature with longs conversations about the finer points of syccan influences on mid-14th century Whitehold Architecture.
Flaws:Touri has every physical ailment one can think of, including a tapeworm, and flu of the toes. He gets a cold about once a month, usually on a Tuesday, and his smoker's lungs keep him from doing anything overtly physical (dispite the fact that he has never smoked in his life).
Personality:
Tourechutnetter seems agreeable enough. With his overly polite mannerisms and politician's smile, he can charm most regular people. However, beind that salesman's charm is a snide, manipulating, slimey old snake. If he doesn't get his way, he'll leave no back-alley stone unturned to get it.
History:
Tourechutnetter came from a long line of small-time merchants. His father was a gold-trader, as was his father before him. He was sent to Talarra's most prestigious schools and educated in the finer things; literature, art, culture and so on. As he grew older, he studied finance, business, management, and earned himself a number of qualifications. His mother wanted him to be a mage, and take up magic. His father wanted him to learn the family business, and become a merchant like him. He was breifly sent to study magic at Whitehold, but he was soon released, after he was found to have next to no magical ability, or desire to learn it.
Up until he he was 23, he worked for his father. Unfortunately, the business fell through and Touri was forced to find work elsewhere. Against his own better judgement, he joined the military, and was subject to a seemingly endless and horrible recruitment. He was far too unfit for combat, carrying swords hurt his back, holding them gave him blisters, and the uniform made him itch. Fortunately, his own incompentence lead to his discharge, and he learned that the world of combat is no place for a man like him. He returned to the solitude of the study, and has been a man of the book ever since.
He has been married 4 times, each with more disasterous results than the last. He has never seemed to father any children, and his elderly mother constantly nags him about it. His last divorce resulted in him being kicked out of home with just the clothes on his back. He's currently living on the streets in Whitehold and Dauer, though somethings bound to come up sooner or later.
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Description: Tall and lanky with pasty white skin and a long greasy black hair. A bit dark around the eyes and has a disturbingly androgynous face. After a few drinks one could probably mistake him for a female, which would be arkward for all involved. Wears a long purple/black robe, which he swears is NOT a dress.
Place of Residence: Whitehold old town
Place of Birth: not quite sure, but probably Dauer.
Relatives: A father who spends most of his time in the local pub cavorting with young bar wenches, and a mother who spends most of her time at home gossiping with the local ladies and telling Touri that he should get a wife and a proper job.
Friends: A mouse called Mr. Percival.
Occupation: Jobless, and hungry.
Weapon of Choice: His superb grasp of the Talarran(English) language.
Likes: Books, wine, good cheese, small fluffy animals, wine, history, culture, wine, a nice warm sofa in front of the fireplace and wine.
Dislikes: Long distances, uneven things, one-eyed crocodiles and current alcohol prices.
Hobbies: As a scholar, Touri likes to indulge his literary tastes with longs hours spent reading and studying history, literature, culture, poetry and so on. He also has a taste for fine cuisine and art. Finally, he like to take care of Mr. Percival, often engaging the little creature with longs conversations about the finer points of syccan influences on mid-14th century Whitehold Architecture.
Flaws:Touri has every physical ailment one can think of, including a tapeworm, and flu of the toes. He gets a cold about once a month, usually on a Tuesday, and his smoker's lungs keep him from doing anything overtly physical (dispite the fact that he has never smoked in his life).
Personality:
Tourechutnetter seems agreeable enough. With his overly polite mannerisms and politician's smile, he can charm most regular people. However, beind that salesman's charm is a snide, manipulating, slimey old snake. If he doesn't get his way, he'll leave no back-alley stone unturned to get it.
History:
Tourechutnetter came from a long line of small-time merchants. His father was a gold-trader, as was his father before him. He was sent to Talarra's most prestigious schools and educated in the finer things; literature, art, culture and so on. As he grew older, he studied finance, business, management, and earned himself a number of qualifications. His mother wanted him to be a mage, and take up magic. His father wanted him to learn the family business, and become a merchant like him. He was breifly sent to study magic at Whitehold, but he was soon released, after he was found to have next to no magical ability, or desire to learn it.
Up until he he was 23, he worked for his father. Unfortunately, the business fell through and Touri was forced to find work elsewhere. Against his own better judgement, he joined the military, and was subject to a seemingly endless and horrible recruitment. He was far too unfit for combat, carrying swords hurt his back, holding them gave him blisters, and the uniform made him itch. Fortunately, his own incompentence lead to his discharge, and he learned that the world of combat is no place for a man like him. He returned to the solitude of the study, and has been a man of the book ever since.
He has been married 4 times, each with more disasterous results than the last. He has never seemed to father any children, and his elderly mother constantly nags him about it. His last divorce resulted in him being kicked out of home with just the clothes on his back. He's currently living on the streets in Whitehold and Dauer, though somethings bound to come up sooner or later.