Post by dorrin on Jun 23, 2005 9:33:33 GMT -5
Name:Dorrin Klars
Age:29
Gender: Male
Height: 6"3
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Brown
Weight:223
Description: Tall, well-built. Has a scar across the width of his chest
Strengths: Is almost a genius in military tactics, a decent fighter, adept at politics
Weaknesses: Has trouble giving or gaining trust, is unable to show his emotions at all, his face is always a mask. Can't fight long before a horrible pain builds in his chest from an old wound. He sees people that he considers fools expendable.
Background: Dorrin grew up on a farm, and would have become a farmer had bandits not attacked his home when he was eight, killed his family, and left him for dead after a vicous slash across the chest. He was later found by a man, a wanabe mercenary leader who had him healed and later kept him close. Eventually they became as father and son. It was when he was fourteen that his military genius began to show, he gained it by poring over accounts of battles, studying them, and by combining what he learned with his own natural ability. Then he became his stepdad's right hand man, and led the mercenary crew they gathered from one victory to another. His stepdad died because a glory seeker who disobeyed orders and charged, leaving the right flank vulnerable. Dorrin salvaged the battle, took the reins and killed the idiot. It was then he seemingly lost his emotions, for his face is unreadable to an extent an Aes Sedai would envy, for his emotions were locked away deep inside him, because he can't face the loss he has suffered. In the following years he came to be known as one of the best tacticians around, and his mercenary crew, has grown almost to an army.
Age:29
Gender: Male
Height: 6"3
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Brown
Weight:223
Description: Tall, well-built. Has a scar across the width of his chest
Strengths: Is almost a genius in military tactics, a decent fighter, adept at politics
Weaknesses: Has trouble giving or gaining trust, is unable to show his emotions at all, his face is always a mask. Can't fight long before a horrible pain builds in his chest from an old wound. He sees people that he considers fools expendable.
Background: Dorrin grew up on a farm, and would have become a farmer had bandits not attacked his home when he was eight, killed his family, and left him for dead after a vicous slash across the chest. He was later found by a man, a wanabe mercenary leader who had him healed and later kept him close. Eventually they became as father and son. It was when he was fourteen that his military genius began to show, he gained it by poring over accounts of battles, studying them, and by combining what he learned with his own natural ability. Then he became his stepdad's right hand man, and led the mercenary crew they gathered from one victory to another. His stepdad died because a glory seeker who disobeyed orders and charged, leaving the right flank vulnerable. Dorrin salvaged the battle, took the reins and killed the idiot. It was then he seemingly lost his emotions, for his face is unreadable to an extent an Aes Sedai would envy, for his emotions were locked away deep inside him, because he can't face the loss he has suffered. In the following years he came to be known as one of the best tacticians around, and his mercenary crew, has grown almost to an army.
