Post by Raryn IronHoof on Dec 5, 2010 22:33:45 GMT
Name:
Raryn IronHoof
Age:
54
Sex:
Male
Class:
Civilian
Appearance:
Raryn sports greying salt and pepper hair and a matching large mustache. He rarely shaves, so his neck and cheeks are also covered in stubble.
Raryn regularly wears his working clothes, a cloth shirt and leather pants with thick leather gloves and boots. A leather apron and tool belt finish off his ensemble.
For events requiring Raryn and his stablehands to make a public presentation, wether for the King or his subjects, Raryn has a more courtly styled set of clothing.
Character:
Raryn judges men by their abilities rather than by their status. If he sees a Lord who is inept at anything, he will hold that Lord in contempt. He is a firm believer in rating a man based on his skills and not his purse weight, which he requires of his stablehands as well.
Raryn, alongside his first belief, is also an adamant practitioner of keeping his personal preferences to himself, yet above thing he instills in his stablehands.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
• Strong: Due to working with horses all his life.
• Tough: Due to breaking horses and due to loving a good bar brawl.
• Reliable: Raryn does not take on a bet, a job, or a task without people knowing that he will come through. If he won't be able to accomplish something, he won't take on that task.
• short tempered: Raryn harbors no fools or slackers, and does not react well to threats.
• brothel frequenter: Raryn is a regular at most brothels, and tends to spend most of his money in those establishments because he'd never married.
• speech impediment: Raryn has a pronounce stutter, which sometimes is bad enough for him to call in his lead hand to speak with others.
Magic:
None
Weaponry Skills:
Adept knife fighter.
Frightening with a hammer.
Character History:
Fifty-Four years ago, Raryn was born to John an Chelsea IronHoof. His mother was a maid in the castle and his father was a blacksmith who had worked for the King.
Raryn worked under his father for fifteen years learning the trade, but he had more interests in horses than ironmongering.
He apprenticed under the Stable Master as a hand for the next twenty years, learning the tricks to working horses, as well as establishing a good relationship between the stables and the forges.
Raryn learned his two beliefs as a stablehand watching many a Lofty Lord fall on their massive rumps when attempting to ride horses, that was how he developed his preference for people who could be useful over people with titles. One night, after being overheard ridiculing a Lord, it took Raryn fifteen lashes with a bulletin to learn when to keep his opinions to himself.
Then the Master died, and Raryn took over, teaching the new hands what he'd learned. He's been Stable Master for the last nineteen years
Additional Information:
Play By is Sam Elliot.
Auditioning for Stable Master.
Sample Roleplay:
Bones Creak. They have not moved in years, and therefore they Creak their displeasure at their ill-timed unrest.
Lungs Burn and Wheeze as they pull in fresh air for the first time in many a long while.
Muscles, having seen no action in decades, tense in anticipation of movement. These muscles, although nearly ancient, have lost little of their luster. They still hold an air of impressiveness as they did ages ago in this man's prime. Still do they look as if cut from stone, from a living mountain as it were.
Blood pumps through rusty veins, and the barbarian stands tall. Hair, silvered in it age, sways silkily through the breeze brought upon by sudden movement. Hair that hangs plaited, braided, tailed, tied, and even slicked back in some places, to the waist.
A sigh, meaningless, escapes parched lips as the man begins to wake from his reverie. His eyes, pale blue against his darkened tan skin, blink at the light, accustoming themselves to the light.
Thorven Key McDell was awake. And That meant something bad, or something fun, was on the horizon.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Trey
Location: Texas
How long have you been RPing for: 6yrs.
Any other characters on the site?: none yet.
Raryn IronHoof
Age:
54
Sex:
Male
Class:
Civilian
Appearance:
Raryn sports greying salt and pepper hair and a matching large mustache. He rarely shaves, so his neck and cheeks are also covered in stubble.
Raryn regularly wears his working clothes, a cloth shirt and leather pants with thick leather gloves and boots. A leather apron and tool belt finish off his ensemble.
For events requiring Raryn and his stablehands to make a public presentation, wether for the King or his subjects, Raryn has a more courtly styled set of clothing.
Character:
Raryn judges men by their abilities rather than by their status. If he sees a Lord who is inept at anything, he will hold that Lord in contempt. He is a firm believer in rating a man based on his skills and not his purse weight, which he requires of his stablehands as well.
Raryn, alongside his first belief, is also an adamant practitioner of keeping his personal preferences to himself, yet above thing he instills in his stablehands.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
• Strong: Due to working with horses all his life.
• Tough: Due to breaking horses and due to loving a good bar brawl.
• Reliable: Raryn does not take on a bet, a job, or a task without people knowing that he will come through. If he won't be able to accomplish something, he won't take on that task.
• short tempered: Raryn harbors no fools or slackers, and does not react well to threats.
• brothel frequenter: Raryn is a regular at most brothels, and tends to spend most of his money in those establishments because he'd never married.
• speech impediment: Raryn has a pronounce stutter, which sometimes is bad enough for him to call in his lead hand to speak with others.
Magic:
None
Weaponry Skills:
Adept knife fighter.
Frightening with a hammer.
Character History:
Fifty-Four years ago, Raryn was born to John an Chelsea IronHoof. His mother was a maid in the castle and his father was a blacksmith who had worked for the King.
Raryn worked under his father for fifteen years learning the trade, but he had more interests in horses than ironmongering.
He apprenticed under the Stable Master as a hand for the next twenty years, learning the tricks to working horses, as well as establishing a good relationship between the stables and the forges.
Raryn learned his two beliefs as a stablehand watching many a Lofty Lord fall on their massive rumps when attempting to ride horses, that was how he developed his preference for people who could be useful over people with titles. One night, after being overheard ridiculing a Lord, it took Raryn fifteen lashes with a bulletin to learn when to keep his opinions to himself.
Then the Master died, and Raryn took over, teaching the new hands what he'd learned. He's been Stable Master for the last nineteen years
Additional Information:
Play By is Sam Elliot.
Auditioning for Stable Master.
Sample Roleplay:
Bones Creak. They have not moved in years, and therefore they Creak their displeasure at their ill-timed unrest.
Lungs Burn and Wheeze as they pull in fresh air for the first time in many a long while.
Muscles, having seen no action in decades, tense in anticipation of movement. These muscles, although nearly ancient, have lost little of their luster. They still hold an air of impressiveness as they did ages ago in this man's prime. Still do they look as if cut from stone, from a living mountain as it were.
Blood pumps through rusty veins, and the barbarian stands tall. Hair, silvered in it age, sways silkily through the breeze brought upon by sudden movement. Hair that hangs plaited, braided, tailed, tied, and even slicked back in some places, to the waist.
A sigh, meaningless, escapes parched lips as the man begins to wake from his reverie. His eyes, pale blue against his darkened tan skin, blink at the light, accustoming themselves to the light.
Thorven Key McDell was awake. And That meant something bad, or something fun, was on the horizon.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Trey
Location: Texas
How long have you been RPing for: 6yrs.
Any other characters on the site?: none yet.
