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Lildear18Reposting here, not sure is we still need to decide a Familia, but if we do, Athena would be pretty cool!
Personal Information:
Name: Torran Doal, but will accept most monikers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Boaz
Appearance:
A massive humanoid with impressive musculature, it's easy to see why he took a role like Supporter. His skin is very pale due to a lack of sunlight and is pocketed by a myriad of burn scars. He somehow manages to have an unintimidating face despite his body, and can almost be described as slack-jawed. His movements lack any real grace or practice behind them and saying that he lumbers around isn't too far off. He'd probably be slightly taller if his posture was better, as he usually ducks to avoid hitting doorframes and to appear less intimidating.
Torran typically dresses in garish colors that his childish mind finds fashionable, and he prefers to be as covered as possible - he enjoys the pressure that comes with a tight collar or heavy clothes. He desperately wants to wear heavy plate armor like his father makes, since it would make him look super cool.
Height: 6'8
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Light Brown
Personality:
Despite his large and overbearing physical appearance, Torran is extremely docile and submissive to most people he meets. Even the thought of attacking a person sends shivers down his spine, and he doesn't enjoy attacking the monsters in the dungeon. The only reason he even became an adventurer in the first place was so that he could protect people who go into the dungeon since he heard that many people die there. He only recently moved out of his parent's house to join a Familia, and it is clear that he has no idea how to take care of himself.
Torran barely manages to survive on his own - he's more like an extremely large child than an actual adventurer and is dependant on his Familia for most things that require literacy or advanced arithmetic. He is childish, and even more so, completely directionless in life. Going to the dungeon is one of the few things that makes his days differentiate from one another, and give variety to his otherwise dreary lifestyle. This isn't even mentioning that he is scared of a large variety of things, including (but not limited to); Spiders, the dark, drunk people, and extreme heights.
Despite these faults, Torran is accepting of nearly any person and is almost always the least aggressive in the room. He is quick to forgive, even quicker to forget, and believes peoples words without a second thought. He is very easygoing and doesn't get angry easily, so he is very popular with children and merchants. The worst part about him is that he lacks any sense of personal space, and will almost always go for a hug as soon as possible.
Likes: Compliments, Protecting people, Easy things, Kindness, Talking to people
Dislikes: Hurting people, Moving fast, Feeling useless, Reading, Mean people, Alcohol
Hobbies: Weightlifting, Digging, Eating, Sleeping, Counting inventory, Playing, Knitting
Background:
Torran was born and raised in Orario, although he spent most of his time in his parent's house. He was homeschooled, and while he was never forced to stay, he never felt the need to leave and make friends with the children outside. Instead, he spent most of his time with his mother and father, playing with them and doing his best to help around the house. His days mostly consisted of moving heavy materials and equipment for his father, who was a smith, and helping his mother knit clothes for her shop. Torran was much better at the former, mostly because of his freakishly large hands and huge stature, which meant most of his time was spent moving things for his father. An accidental burn at the forge quickly stifled any attempt Torran's father made at teaching his son smithing, but Torran was perfectly fine sticking with simply moving things.
In Torran's eyes, life was absolutely perfect. Well, other than the fact that he had no drive or goal in life, and every day was exactly the same as the one before. Torran lied to himself about the monotony, telling himself that it didn't matter as long as he had a full stomach and a warm bed. But even someone as dull as him knew that life couldn't continue as it was, that he needed an opportunity to make life go by slower, and let him savor each day as it happened rather than let it pass by. This opportunity came in the form of an adventurer.
It was very rare that Torran's father was visited directly from a customer - usually, his father sold his wares to a shop or Familia, which in turn sold to adventurers. Apparently, the armor that the adventurer had bought was slightly too small, and while the shop didn't offer adjustments, they gave him the address of Torran's father. After exchanging a few Valis and getting to work, Torran had nearly an hour to simply sit and chat with a new person - and not just that, but they were an adventurer! Torran had never really known much about the dungeon, despite it being one of the main attracting points of his home city. As soon as Torran heard that people went in there for treasure and power, and some people never managed to make it out, he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Later that night, Torran fled his parent's house with his life savings and some of his fathers worst equipment. Being an adventurer was exactly what he needed to break the monotony of his life, and he even got paid for it! Torran never for a second thought that he might die, instead focused entirely on joining a Familia and giving himself a cool codename.
Wallet:
- 1,000 Valis
Parameters & Skills:
Level: 1
Achieved Floor: 0
Class: Supporter
Affiliation: TBA
Equipment:
- Used wooden shield
- Leather armor
Stats:
•Strength: I
•Endurance: I
•Dexterity: I
•Agility: I
•Magic: I
Basic Skills:
- None
Development Skills:
- None
Spells:
- None
Name: Torran Doal, but will accept most monikers.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Boaz
Appearance:
A massive humanoid with impressive musculature, it's easy to see why he took a role like Supporter. His skin is very pale due to a lack of sunlight and is pocketed by a myriad of burn scars. He somehow manages to have an unintimidating face despite his body, and can almost be described as slack-jawed. His movements lack any real grace or practice behind them and saying that he lumbers around isn't too far off. He'd probably be slightly taller if his posture was better, as he usually ducks to avoid hitting doorframes and to appear less intimidating.
Torran typically dresses in garish colors that his childish mind finds fashionable, and he prefers to be as covered as possible - he enjoys the pressure that comes with a tight collar or heavy clothes. He desperately wants to wear heavy plate armor like his father makes, since it would make him look super cool.
Height: 6'8
Weight: 240 lbs
Eye color: Dark Brown
Hair color: Light Brown
Personality:
Despite his large and overbearing physical appearance, Torran is extremely docile and submissive to most people he meets. Even the thought of attacking a person sends shivers down his spine, and he doesn't enjoy attacking the monsters in the dungeon. The only reason he even became an adventurer in the first place was so that he could protect people who go into the dungeon since he heard that many people die there. He only recently moved out of his parent's house to join a Familia, and it is clear that he has no idea how to take care of himself.
Torran barely manages to survive on his own - he's more like an extremely large child than an actual adventurer and is dependant on his Familia for most things that require literacy or advanced arithmetic. He is childish, and even more so, completely directionless in life. Going to the dungeon is one of the few things that makes his days differentiate from one another, and give variety to his otherwise dreary lifestyle. This isn't even mentioning that he is scared of a large variety of things, including (but not limited to); Spiders, the dark, drunk people, and extreme heights.
Despite these faults, Torran is accepting of nearly any person and is almost always the least aggressive in the room. He is quick to forgive, even quicker to forget, and believes peoples words without a second thought. He is very easygoing and doesn't get angry easily, so he is very popular with children and merchants. The worst part about him is that he lacks any sense of personal space, and will almost always go for a hug as soon as possible.
Likes: Compliments, Protecting people, Easy things, Kindness, Talking to people
Dislikes: Hurting people, Moving fast, Feeling useless, Reading, Mean people, Alcohol
Hobbies: Weightlifting, Digging, Eating, Sleeping, Counting inventory, Playing, Knitting
Background:
Torran was born and raised in Orario, although he spent most of his time in his parent's house. He was homeschooled, and while he was never forced to stay, he never felt the need to leave and make friends with the children outside. Instead, he spent most of his time with his mother and father, playing with them and doing his best to help around the house. His days mostly consisted of moving heavy materials and equipment for his father, who was a smith, and helping his mother knit clothes for her shop. Torran was much better at the former, mostly because of his freakishly large hands and huge stature, which meant most of his time was spent moving things for his father. An accidental burn at the forge quickly stifled any attempt Torran's father made at teaching his son smithing, but Torran was perfectly fine sticking with simply moving things.
In Torran's eyes, life was absolutely perfect. Well, other than the fact that he had no drive or goal in life, and every day was exactly the same as the one before. Torran lied to himself about the monotony, telling himself that it didn't matter as long as he had a full stomach and a warm bed. But even someone as dull as him knew that life couldn't continue as it was, that he needed an opportunity to make life go by slower, and let him savor each day as it happened rather than let it pass by. This opportunity came in the form of an adventurer.
It was very rare that Torran's father was visited directly from a customer - usually, his father sold his wares to a shop or Familia, which in turn sold to adventurers. Apparently, the armor that the adventurer had bought was slightly too small, and while the shop didn't offer adjustments, they gave him the address of Torran's father. After exchanging a few Valis and getting to work, Torran had nearly an hour to simply sit and chat with a new person - and not just that, but they were an adventurer! Torran had never really known much about the dungeon, despite it being one of the main attracting points of his home city. As soon as Torran heard that people went in there for treasure and power, and some people never managed to make it out, he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Later that night, Torran fled his parent's house with his life savings and some of his fathers worst equipment. Being an adventurer was exactly what he needed to break the monotony of his life, and he even got paid for it! Torran never for a second thought that he might die, instead focused entirely on joining a Familia and giving himself a cool codename.
Wallet:
- 1,000 Valis
Parameters & Skills:
Level: 1
Achieved Floor: 0
Class: Supporter
Affiliation: TBA
Equipment:
- Used wooden shield
- Leather armor
Stats:
•Strength: I
•Endurance: I
•Dexterity: I
•Agility: I
•Magic: I
Basic Skills:
- None
Development Skills:
- None
Spells:
- None