Post by zaan on Oct 7, 2011 19:41:20 GMT -5
NAME: Targild.
ALIAS: Targild the Silent; also Targild the Golden.
AGE: 29.
GENDER: Male.
STANDING: Berk Viking trainer.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Unsure; it's not like he's told anybody. Presumed straight.
LIKES:
- Being by himself.
- Working in his workshop.
- Fishing.
- Taking walks in the forest.
- Sweet things.
DISLIKES:
- Loud areas.
- Bitter food.
- Insects.
- Being pestered.
STRENGTHS:
- Physically strong; Targild is by no means a weakling.
- Berserk. He's got that bloodlust tendency, much as he doesn't like it a lot.
- Inventive. Years of practice with his own creations has given him a lot of experience, and it's incredibly easy for him to think of new ways to do things. Even if those ways aren't always feasible, or particularly safe.
- Reliable. If you've got him doing something, you can swear by your axe that Targild will pull through.
- High endurance. It takes him a long time to tire, which comes in handy more often than not.
WEAKNESSES:
- Silent. He will not speak, which can make the whole...relaying information thing incredibly difficult. If he loses the little notepad he carries around, he won't be able to communicate unless he finds a substitute.
- Poor long-distance vision. It's hard for him to tell what's far away, due to years of up-close detail work.
- Unsteady. Due to his false leg, it's pretty easy to send him toppling with a proper blow to the right spot. He's also not very good on rough terrain, climbing, or swimming.
- Size. Targild is definitely not small, which means that he's terrible at sneaking and fitting into some places.
- Berserk. It's good for combat, yes, but there were a few instances when he just kept going, and those didn't end particularly well. He also isn't very good at controlling himself while in one of these rages, either.
FEARS:
- Speaking. It used to be just public speaking, but it got worse over time, and he's actually absolutely petrified of even trying to talk to anybody now.
- Deep water. He's not going into anything that he can't see the bottom of. He can't swim very well, to add to this.
- Caves. Sorry, but you aren't getting him in one.
- Large groups of people. He can't really explain why, but being absolutely surrounded by people will make him panic.
- Fire. This is just a reasonable one to have.
AMBITIONS:
- He really wants to build something that will ease him out of the warrior class and into being a full-time inventor. Bonus points if it helps the entire village as well.
- To do something great enough to go down in history--not as Targild the warrior, but Targild the inventor.
- Targild would love it if he could finally muster up the courage to 'tell' his parents that he doesn't want to be involved with the warrior business.
- Bonding to a dragon may be low on his list of ambitions, but it's still there. He just figures it's something he'll get around to.
SECRETS:
- He actually isn't mute. The whole story about him 'going into a berserk rage and giving a bellow loud enough to mute him' is something that Targild, with the help of a friend, eased into the general knowledge as a way to give him a bit of rest on the speaking part.
- Targild no longer enjoys combat in the slightest. Sure, he's a Viking, but...it hasn't been something he likes doing for a few years now. He'll still put on a show, just to save face.
PERSONALITY:
Targild is a surprisingly thoughtful Hooligan, with a large amount of patience and enough curiosity to keep him flipping through books for a long time. He's as well-read as he can be, and takes his time to do everything just to make sure he won't slip up somewhere along the line. Targild takes great pride in his workmanship, and he takes it very personally if his work's been insulted. He isn't just a warrior; Targild has his own workshop added on to his house, where he spends about seventy percent of his free time. He's a very organized person, with the intent to keep everything he's got well-kept and in its proper place. Nothing irritates him more than people fussing with his things, and it's well-advised to abstain from doing so.
He's a bit more withdrawn and solitary than most vikings, and it's incredibly rare to see him in large groups of people. He's deliberate, precise, and won't rush things unless he absolutely has to. Targild is stubborn, but he's loyal--when you have him on your side, you've got him for a good long while. He never speaks, however, and will use a small book and a piece of charcoal to communicate. This may make it difficult to carry a conversation with him, but he does like thinking things through, and it gives him plenty of time to carefully formulate his response.
Targild is level-headed and calm, with a temper that is almost impossible to set off. Save for in battle, that is--the second things get bloody, he'll go berserk. Be it friend or foe, if it's waving a weapon at him, he'll go after it. This usually leads to a good ten pages being torn out of one of his notebooks and being turned into apology letters, depending on whether he went after an ally or not. To get him to calm down, the most surefire way of doing so is to hold him down for about ten minutes. This isn't easy, as you might have guessed.
Other than that, he's perhaps a bit eccentric, and has a considerable collection of strange knickknacks from various places.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Targild is built like a true warrior, sturdy and muscular. He's tall even for a viking, looming a good two or three inches above most others--as much as he really would prefer otherwise. He has short blond hair and dark green eyes, and keeps himself clean-shaven. His hair is cut close to his head, and he prefers to wear a thick leather headband rather than the signature horned helmet. His reasoning for this is that he already gets caught in enough door frames, and he would prefer not to get stuck in any more, thank you. His features are as solid as he is, though his nose has clearly been broken a few times already. One of the more notable things about him is that from just below his left knee down, his leg has been replaced by a mixture of wood and metal. He crafted his prosthetic himself, and it works well enough for his purposes.
He generally wears light leather armor, keeping his heavier iron armor for situations when it's needed. Targild has a large assortment of scars as well, most being easily hidden underneath his clothes. He isn't very fond of showing them off, either.
HISTORY:
Targild was trained to be a warrior from day one. His parents were both warriors of Berk, upstanding ones to boot, and they wanted him to follow in their footsteps to carry on the family tradition. Even at a young age, Targild wasn't exactly a boisterous child, instead staying quiet and observing. He had a knack for strategy, but it was soon discovered that he was a berserker, just like his father. He took to the knowledge with mild horror rather than the pride his father exhibited, trying his best to smother it rather than learn to work with it. He thought that he might get away with becoming something other than a warrior, for despite his battle-roused bloodlust and heritage, he wasn't a particularly bulky kid. Much to his dismay, this changed when he started growing, and when he wound up being even taller than his father, Targild begrudgingly gave in, becoming a full warrior in the time after that.
The loss of a good portion of his leg was caused by an accident with a Hideous Zippleback, the wild dragon being frightened by his sudden appearance while on a walk with one of his childhood friends and attacking. Luckily, they were close enough to the village for the friend to get help, and that was when Targild started to get into inventing. He built his first prototype leg shortly after, and upgraded it as time passed, settling on the current model after his second year of being a trainer. His parents were proud of him, and he was given a family heirloom--his axe. Over the years, he gradually became even quieter, soon hardly speaking, save to his closest friend and his family.
This same friend was with him later when he was challenged by another warrior, and helped him find a sort of easier way out of speaking--by weaving a tale about how the shout he had let out while berserk in this challenge had been filled with enough rage and might to permanently silence him. Targild himself was intensely grateful, and gladly went along with it, and the tale is still accepted as true to this day. He isn't going to challenge it any time soon.
Later on, his friend was sent out on patrol, and did not return. Targild still has the other viking's sword, though he doesn't use it--instead keeping it in a place of honor above his fireplace in his own home. At that point, he began turning more and more to his inventing, though he still dutifully performed his tasks as a warrior without complaint. After all, how can a mute complain?
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
His parents are two warriors of decent standing, and he's their only son. Targild isn't an incredibly sociable sort, and he doesn't really count anybody a friend. More an acquaintance.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A solid axe with patterns inlaid in brass. This thing's blade is bigger than an infant, and it's something he can heft with ease. He takes impeccable care of this thing, even if he doesn't particularly want to use it a lot. The axe is named Freyja.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: Toothless.
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Zaan.
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: ...shoot, it's about 8.
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
The inventor sat at his workbench, gritting his teeth as he tightened the bolts on his leg. He had removed it to do a bit of maintenance, and it had turned out to need a good bit more than he'd thought--blast. It wouldn't be very long before he had to go to his usual training with a few of the full warriors, and this was definitely not a quick fix. The main spring had been jostled loose somehow, which explained why it had been feeling a little odd as of late, and that would severely hinder his performance in training; at this particular moment in time, Targild was a bit less concerned about the whole 'also making it harder to walk' thing. If he didn't train now, he'd have to do it later, which would interrupt his plans and make things generally frustrating and difficult. The Viking operated on a very strict schedule, and he could feel that he was incredibly close to having a breakthrough with his current project--which could be exactly what he needed for getting out of training altogether.
He sighed, brow furrowing as he finished with the last bolt. Sure, he could jury-rig the spring, but that might just make it worse. It was worth a shot anyhow, and Targild reached for a few of his tools, pulling them closer with a large hand and hefting one of them experimentally.
Well, he'd better get started. He had places to go, people to see.
ALIAS: Targild the Silent; also Targild the Golden.
AGE: 29.
GENDER: Male.
STANDING: Berk Viking trainer.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Unsure; it's not like he's told anybody. Presumed straight.
LIKES:
- Being by himself.
- Working in his workshop.
- Fishing.
- Taking walks in the forest.
- Sweet things.
DISLIKES:
- Loud areas.
- Bitter food.
- Insects.
- Being pestered.
STRENGTHS:
- Physically strong; Targild is by no means a weakling.
- Berserk. He's got that bloodlust tendency, much as he doesn't like it a lot.
- Inventive. Years of practice with his own creations has given him a lot of experience, and it's incredibly easy for him to think of new ways to do things. Even if those ways aren't always feasible, or particularly safe.
- Reliable. If you've got him doing something, you can swear by your axe that Targild will pull through.
- High endurance. It takes him a long time to tire, which comes in handy more often than not.
WEAKNESSES:
- Silent. He will not speak, which can make the whole...relaying information thing incredibly difficult. If he loses the little notepad he carries around, he won't be able to communicate unless he finds a substitute.
- Poor long-distance vision. It's hard for him to tell what's far away, due to years of up-close detail work.
- Unsteady. Due to his false leg, it's pretty easy to send him toppling with a proper blow to the right spot. He's also not very good on rough terrain, climbing, or swimming.
- Size. Targild is definitely not small, which means that he's terrible at sneaking and fitting into some places.
- Berserk. It's good for combat, yes, but there were a few instances when he just kept going, and those didn't end particularly well. He also isn't very good at controlling himself while in one of these rages, either.
FEARS:
- Speaking. It used to be just public speaking, but it got worse over time, and he's actually absolutely petrified of even trying to talk to anybody now.
- Deep water. He's not going into anything that he can't see the bottom of. He can't swim very well, to add to this.
- Caves. Sorry, but you aren't getting him in one.
- Large groups of people. He can't really explain why, but being absolutely surrounded by people will make him panic.
- Fire. This is just a reasonable one to have.
AMBITIONS:
- He really wants to build something that will ease him out of the warrior class and into being a full-time inventor. Bonus points if it helps the entire village as well.
- To do something great enough to go down in history--not as Targild the warrior, but Targild the inventor.
- Targild would love it if he could finally muster up the courage to 'tell' his parents that he doesn't want to be involved with the warrior business.
- Bonding to a dragon may be low on his list of ambitions, but it's still there. He just figures it's something he'll get around to.
SECRETS:
- He actually isn't mute. The whole story about him 'going into a berserk rage and giving a bellow loud enough to mute him' is something that Targild, with the help of a friend, eased into the general knowledge as a way to give him a bit of rest on the speaking part.
- Targild no longer enjoys combat in the slightest. Sure, he's a Viking, but...it hasn't been something he likes doing for a few years now. He'll still put on a show, just to save face.
PERSONALITY:
Targild is a surprisingly thoughtful Hooligan, with a large amount of patience and enough curiosity to keep him flipping through books for a long time. He's as well-read as he can be, and takes his time to do everything just to make sure he won't slip up somewhere along the line. Targild takes great pride in his workmanship, and he takes it very personally if his work's been insulted. He isn't just a warrior; Targild has his own workshop added on to his house, where he spends about seventy percent of his free time. He's a very organized person, with the intent to keep everything he's got well-kept and in its proper place. Nothing irritates him more than people fussing with his things, and it's well-advised to abstain from doing so.
He's a bit more withdrawn and solitary than most vikings, and it's incredibly rare to see him in large groups of people. He's deliberate, precise, and won't rush things unless he absolutely has to. Targild is stubborn, but he's loyal--when you have him on your side, you've got him for a good long while. He never speaks, however, and will use a small book and a piece of charcoal to communicate. This may make it difficult to carry a conversation with him, but he does like thinking things through, and it gives him plenty of time to carefully formulate his response.
Targild is level-headed and calm, with a temper that is almost impossible to set off. Save for in battle, that is--the second things get bloody, he'll go berserk. Be it friend or foe, if it's waving a weapon at him, he'll go after it. This usually leads to a good ten pages being torn out of one of his notebooks and being turned into apology letters, depending on whether he went after an ally or not. To get him to calm down, the most surefire way of doing so is to hold him down for about ten minutes. This isn't easy, as you might have guessed.
Other than that, he's perhaps a bit eccentric, and has a considerable collection of strange knickknacks from various places.
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Targild is built like a true warrior, sturdy and muscular. He's tall even for a viking, looming a good two or three inches above most others--as much as he really would prefer otherwise. He has short blond hair and dark green eyes, and keeps himself clean-shaven. His hair is cut close to his head, and he prefers to wear a thick leather headband rather than the signature horned helmet. His reasoning for this is that he already gets caught in enough door frames, and he would prefer not to get stuck in any more, thank you. His features are as solid as he is, though his nose has clearly been broken a few times already. One of the more notable things about him is that from just below his left knee down, his leg has been replaced by a mixture of wood and metal. He crafted his prosthetic himself, and it works well enough for his purposes.
He generally wears light leather armor, keeping his heavier iron armor for situations when it's needed. Targild has a large assortment of scars as well, most being easily hidden underneath his clothes. He isn't very fond of showing them off, either.
HISTORY:
Targild was trained to be a warrior from day one. His parents were both warriors of Berk, upstanding ones to boot, and they wanted him to follow in their footsteps to carry on the family tradition. Even at a young age, Targild wasn't exactly a boisterous child, instead staying quiet and observing. He had a knack for strategy, but it was soon discovered that he was a berserker, just like his father. He took to the knowledge with mild horror rather than the pride his father exhibited, trying his best to smother it rather than learn to work with it. He thought that he might get away with becoming something other than a warrior, for despite his battle-roused bloodlust and heritage, he wasn't a particularly bulky kid. Much to his dismay, this changed when he started growing, and when he wound up being even taller than his father, Targild begrudgingly gave in, becoming a full warrior in the time after that.
The loss of a good portion of his leg was caused by an accident with a Hideous Zippleback, the wild dragon being frightened by his sudden appearance while on a walk with one of his childhood friends and attacking. Luckily, they were close enough to the village for the friend to get help, and that was when Targild started to get into inventing. He built his first prototype leg shortly after, and upgraded it as time passed, settling on the current model after his second year of being a trainer. His parents were proud of him, and he was given a family heirloom--his axe. Over the years, he gradually became even quieter, soon hardly speaking, save to his closest friend and his family.
This same friend was with him later when he was challenged by another warrior, and helped him find a sort of easier way out of speaking--by weaving a tale about how the shout he had let out while berserk in this challenge had been filled with enough rage and might to permanently silence him. Targild himself was intensely grateful, and gladly went along with it, and the tale is still accepted as true to this day. He isn't going to challenge it any time soon.
Later on, his friend was sent out on patrol, and did not return. Targild still has the other viking's sword, though he doesn't use it--instead keeping it in a place of honor above his fireplace in his own home. At that point, he began turning more and more to his inventing, though he still dutifully performed his tasks as a warrior without complaint. After all, how can a mute complain?
PARENTS, FRIENDS, OTHER FAMILY:
His parents are two warriors of decent standing, and he's their only son. Targild isn't an incredibly sociable sort, and he doesn't really count anybody a friend. More an acquaintance.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: A solid axe with patterns inlaid in brass. This thing's blade is bigger than an infant, and it's something he can heft with ease. He takes impeccable care of this thing, even if he doesn't particularly want to use it a lot. The axe is named Freyja.
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: Toothless.
OOC NAME TO CALL YOU BY: Zaan.
YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE: ...shoot, it's about 8.
RP EXAMPLE OF THE CHARACTER YOU'RE APPLYING FOR:
The inventor sat at his workbench, gritting his teeth as he tightened the bolts on his leg. He had removed it to do a bit of maintenance, and it had turned out to need a good bit more than he'd thought--blast. It wouldn't be very long before he had to go to his usual training with a few of the full warriors, and this was definitely not a quick fix. The main spring had been jostled loose somehow, which explained why it had been feeling a little odd as of late, and that would severely hinder his performance in training; at this particular moment in time, Targild was a bit less concerned about the whole 'also making it harder to walk' thing. If he didn't train now, he'd have to do it later, which would interrupt his plans and make things generally frustrating and difficult. The Viking operated on a very strict schedule, and he could feel that he was incredibly close to having a breakthrough with his current project--which could be exactly what he needed for getting out of training altogether.
He sighed, brow furrowing as he finished with the last bolt. Sure, he could jury-rig the spring, but that might just make it worse. It was worth a shot anyhow, and Targild reached for a few of his tools, pulling them closer with a large hand and hefting one of them experimentally.
Well, he'd better get started. He had places to go, people to see.
