Thokas Trannyth
Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 8:09 pm
Player name: Synius
Name: Thokas Trannyth
Age: 21 years
Race: Human
Height: 5' 10”
Weight: 160 lbs
Physical Description: Thokas is almost the average looking male. He has close cropped brown hair, and a fair skin tone. He isn't build with physical strength in mind, and his arms and legs seem just a little to long to fit on him properly. Even so, this is not the most outstanding feature when one looks at him. His eyes are what draw the most stares, and not for their bright blue color. His left eye appears as though it's had milk dumped over it, and in the center is a vaguely star shaped indentation, with a large vertical scar running across to the top. While it functions, it only gives vague blurs, all shaded in blacks and whites. It's only by the miracle of magic that he's able to use it at all, a fact that is not lost on him.
He's normally wearing decent clothes, cheap suits and the like, that might have a bit of dirt here and there.
Possessions: A small house in Marn.
A wooden club
A small collection of books
A set of writing utensils.
A very small savings
Powers or Strengths: Thokas has spent time at the University, and is moderately learned on the subjects of History and Theology.
He also has a single magical ability, which is mostly insignificant. He is able to heal small cuts and bruises. He can't do more than fix a small cut from a kitchen knife, or the bruise left by a light punch on the arm.
After spending 3 years in prison, Thokas has become more skilled in dealing with confrontation physically. He's not trained in the use of weapons, but he's learned how to hurt someone. His time in prison also taught him patience, and how to wait for what he needs.
Weaknesses: Thokas is half blind, the injury to his left eye leaving it mostly useless. He can't see more than a vague black and white blur out of it, and even then it only extends about 5 feet or so. His right eye works normally. Also, there are times when his eye pains him to a point that he is unable to to do much of anything. It is infrequent, but there's no telling when it can come and go.
Thokas has also been become slightly unhinged. He's convinced that he knows the only true way for a society to survive, and will work to make that vision come to pass. If that means taking things to an extreme, so be it.
History: His life might have been normal. He might have lived and died a pleb, working in the University Library, or better yet teaching students history, and Theology. It would not have been the best life, certainly not like those with real political strength, but it would have been far from the worst lot in life. Sure, his instructors said he'd never learn his lessons, that his head was in the clouds too often. He would have proved them wrong. But fate did not seem to approve of this future.
When he discovered his minor magical ability, he was but a boy of 12. He helped his mother with a cut on her finger after she let a knife a little too close preparing diner. His parents were scared, telling him that it was a mark of some taint. His brother, Mikal, even voiced his fears, for the family, for his brother, for himself. He was told, under no circumstances was he to use that taint of his. If he did, they warned, he would be taken away forever.
When it came time for him to pick where he was headed for his future, he picked the University. His family was not nearly wealthy enough to send him off and keep living the way they did, but such was the generosity of his parents that they saved from the time he was a boy. Diners were smaller, and they had to help his father with his work on most days. The work and saving paid off, for Thokas anyway, the day that his parents told him there was enough to send him off.
Thokas spent the next year at University, and kept hard to his studies. His brother, meanwhile, suffered under the increased strain. He resented Thokas for going off, when it was Mikal that was untainted and pure. He would eventually join the guards as a way out. It was then that the fates altered the course for Thokas and his family.
It was summer, and Thokas new his parents would celebrate their anniversary soon. He hoped to surprise them with a fine diner. He came home with a smile on his face and a “Happy aniversery” on his lips. He took care of the cooking, and made sure that his parents didn't have to do too much. He had no idea that at that moment, there was a man telling the authorities about the flagrant use of magic in that house, and how there were witches about.
Battlemages burst in the door just as Thokas was about to leave. They told the family that there was an accusation that they were breaking the law, and that they were going to be taken away. Thokas hadn't used his ability since he was a boy, and he knew that his parents had none of that sort of power. He would have told the guards as much when his father spoke up, saying that he apologized. That he didn't mean to do the horrible things he'd done. Not to be outdone, his mother chimed in with similar pleas for mercy of her non-existent crimes.
They took his parents away, but not before Thokas tried to free them. It was impatience, and anger, and fear for his parents that drove him to smack one of their captors, and attempt to free his parents. He shouted they had it wrong, but that was only before he was knocked unconscious.
He was told that his parents had been taken away, and would not see the outside world for a very long time. He was told this through prison bars, as he too was to be transported to prison for assault. A few years locked away, they said, would help him remember how things worked.
Time went by slowly for Thokas. Locked away for years, he tried to keep up hope. Hope that he would be released shortly, that he would be told, at least, that his parents had been found not to be criminals. For the first year of his incarceration he thought of mundane things, like defending himself from the other prisoners. He'd been marked, for some reason or another, as a target, and the first week of his imprisonment was spent keeping himself in one piece.
As time went by, he got more opportunities to improve his fighting, with a stone that happened to be lying on the ground, or a piece of a broken chair or bench. It wasn't until he'd been in for around a year that things changed for him. It seemed to be a normal fight, at first, and it seemed things would go his way until the other man, a huge idiot by the name Ugo, pulled out a bit of metal. Thokas had no idea where the other man got it, but by the end of the fight, he was on his back, using every bit of his strength to keep the thing out of his eye.
Before the fight was stopped, one of Thokas' arms gave out, and the bit of metal was penetrating his eye. Thokas had not felt pain like that before, and it was not long until he fainted. When he woke up, his was in his cell, alone. His vision was slightly blurry, and he reached up to touch his eye. It wasn't gone, and it worked, somewhat. He would later be told that it was lucky he didn't die. He's not sure what happened, but he was sure that it was no mundane medicine that kept him from death's door.
After that particular fight, he was kept in a cell alone. It was the easiest way to tone down the fighting, instead of having to deal with all the others who had been fighting him. That gave him plenty of time to think.
It wasn't normal healing that fixed him, he thought, only magic was able to fix me. In fact, his thoughts went, magic can do far more than normal people would ever be able to do. There was nothing wrong with people that couldn't use magic, they did good work, and were quite productive. His parents had no magic, and they spent 20 years doing good work. But even then there are things that even they would not be able to do, no matter how much time they gave to doing it. He knew that magic was supposed to be evil, and was supposed to corrupt you, but it was really only misuse that was the problem. Properly supervised, there's nothing really wrong with magic. Normal folk just fear it, just don't understand it. Not their fault really. Magic just made one better than a normal person. That's why his parents had been taken away. Inferior people became afraid that his parents were better than them.
That was the real crime. He needed to make people understand that it was a simple fact that they were just inferior. Not their fault, but they weren't as much a person as people with magical abilities. For two years, he spent on this line of thought, how society was flawed, and that flaw needed to be corrected. He spent time on the best way to correct it, and what would likely not work. Direct action was unlikely to work, at least at this point. It may come to that, he thought, but he'd need more than just himself to do it.
After 3 years, Thokas has been released, and his family home has become his. He has no idea what has become of his brother, but it's not important. He had a mission. He needed to help these people see the right of things. There was no rush though. If nothing else, he knew how patience could be rewarded. He sat down at the table where his parents should have been eating diner, stretched out his arms, and took a nap. He had all the time in the world. All he needed right now was rest. There would be time for the rest later.
Edited for acceptance.
Name: Thokas Trannyth
Age: 21 years
Race: Human
Height: 5' 10”
Weight: 160 lbs
Physical Description: Thokas is almost the average looking male. He has close cropped brown hair, and a fair skin tone. He isn't build with physical strength in mind, and his arms and legs seem just a little to long to fit on him properly. Even so, this is not the most outstanding feature when one looks at him. His eyes are what draw the most stares, and not for their bright blue color. His left eye appears as though it's had milk dumped over it, and in the center is a vaguely star shaped indentation, with a large vertical scar running across to the top. While it functions, it only gives vague blurs, all shaded in blacks and whites. It's only by the miracle of magic that he's able to use it at all, a fact that is not lost on him.
He's normally wearing decent clothes, cheap suits and the like, that might have a bit of dirt here and there.
Possessions: A small house in Marn.
A wooden club
A small collection of books
A set of writing utensils.
A very small savings
Powers or Strengths: Thokas has spent time at the University, and is moderately learned on the subjects of History and Theology.
He also has a single magical ability, which is mostly insignificant. He is able to heal small cuts and bruises. He can't do more than fix a small cut from a kitchen knife, or the bruise left by a light punch on the arm.
After spending 3 years in prison, Thokas has become more skilled in dealing with confrontation physically. He's not trained in the use of weapons, but he's learned how to hurt someone. His time in prison also taught him patience, and how to wait for what he needs.
Weaknesses: Thokas is half blind, the injury to his left eye leaving it mostly useless. He can't see more than a vague black and white blur out of it, and even then it only extends about 5 feet or so. His right eye works normally. Also, there are times when his eye pains him to a point that he is unable to to do much of anything. It is infrequent, but there's no telling when it can come and go.
Thokas has also been become slightly unhinged. He's convinced that he knows the only true way for a society to survive, and will work to make that vision come to pass. If that means taking things to an extreme, so be it.
History: His life might have been normal. He might have lived and died a pleb, working in the University Library, or better yet teaching students history, and Theology. It would not have been the best life, certainly not like those with real political strength, but it would have been far from the worst lot in life. Sure, his instructors said he'd never learn his lessons, that his head was in the clouds too often. He would have proved them wrong. But fate did not seem to approve of this future.
When he discovered his minor magical ability, he was but a boy of 12. He helped his mother with a cut on her finger after she let a knife a little too close preparing diner. His parents were scared, telling him that it was a mark of some taint. His brother, Mikal, even voiced his fears, for the family, for his brother, for himself. He was told, under no circumstances was he to use that taint of his. If he did, they warned, he would be taken away forever.
When it came time for him to pick where he was headed for his future, he picked the University. His family was not nearly wealthy enough to send him off and keep living the way they did, but such was the generosity of his parents that they saved from the time he was a boy. Diners were smaller, and they had to help his father with his work on most days. The work and saving paid off, for Thokas anyway, the day that his parents told him there was enough to send him off.
Thokas spent the next year at University, and kept hard to his studies. His brother, meanwhile, suffered under the increased strain. He resented Thokas for going off, when it was Mikal that was untainted and pure. He would eventually join the guards as a way out. It was then that the fates altered the course for Thokas and his family.
It was summer, and Thokas new his parents would celebrate their anniversary soon. He hoped to surprise them with a fine diner. He came home with a smile on his face and a “Happy aniversery” on his lips. He took care of the cooking, and made sure that his parents didn't have to do too much. He had no idea that at that moment, there was a man telling the authorities about the flagrant use of magic in that house, and how there were witches about.
Battlemages burst in the door just as Thokas was about to leave. They told the family that there was an accusation that they were breaking the law, and that they were going to be taken away. Thokas hadn't used his ability since he was a boy, and he knew that his parents had none of that sort of power. He would have told the guards as much when his father spoke up, saying that he apologized. That he didn't mean to do the horrible things he'd done. Not to be outdone, his mother chimed in with similar pleas for mercy of her non-existent crimes.
They took his parents away, but not before Thokas tried to free them. It was impatience, and anger, and fear for his parents that drove him to smack one of their captors, and attempt to free his parents. He shouted they had it wrong, but that was only before he was knocked unconscious.
He was told that his parents had been taken away, and would not see the outside world for a very long time. He was told this through prison bars, as he too was to be transported to prison for assault. A few years locked away, they said, would help him remember how things worked.
Time went by slowly for Thokas. Locked away for years, he tried to keep up hope. Hope that he would be released shortly, that he would be told, at least, that his parents had been found not to be criminals. For the first year of his incarceration he thought of mundane things, like defending himself from the other prisoners. He'd been marked, for some reason or another, as a target, and the first week of his imprisonment was spent keeping himself in one piece.
As time went by, he got more opportunities to improve his fighting, with a stone that happened to be lying on the ground, or a piece of a broken chair or bench. It wasn't until he'd been in for around a year that things changed for him. It seemed to be a normal fight, at first, and it seemed things would go his way until the other man, a huge idiot by the name Ugo, pulled out a bit of metal. Thokas had no idea where the other man got it, but by the end of the fight, he was on his back, using every bit of his strength to keep the thing out of his eye.
Before the fight was stopped, one of Thokas' arms gave out, and the bit of metal was penetrating his eye. Thokas had not felt pain like that before, and it was not long until he fainted. When he woke up, his was in his cell, alone. His vision was slightly blurry, and he reached up to touch his eye. It wasn't gone, and it worked, somewhat. He would later be told that it was lucky he didn't die. He's not sure what happened, but he was sure that it was no mundane medicine that kept him from death's door.
After that particular fight, he was kept in a cell alone. It was the easiest way to tone down the fighting, instead of having to deal with all the others who had been fighting him. That gave him plenty of time to think.
It wasn't normal healing that fixed him, he thought, only magic was able to fix me. In fact, his thoughts went, magic can do far more than normal people would ever be able to do. There was nothing wrong with people that couldn't use magic, they did good work, and were quite productive. His parents had no magic, and they spent 20 years doing good work. But even then there are things that even they would not be able to do, no matter how much time they gave to doing it. He knew that magic was supposed to be evil, and was supposed to corrupt you, but it was really only misuse that was the problem. Properly supervised, there's nothing really wrong with magic. Normal folk just fear it, just don't understand it. Not their fault really. Magic just made one better than a normal person. That's why his parents had been taken away. Inferior people became afraid that his parents were better than them.
That was the real crime. He needed to make people understand that it was a simple fact that they were just inferior. Not their fault, but they weren't as much a person as people with magical abilities. For two years, he spent on this line of thought, how society was flawed, and that flaw needed to be corrected. He spent time on the best way to correct it, and what would likely not work. Direct action was unlikely to work, at least at this point. It may come to that, he thought, but he'd need more than just himself to do it.
After 3 years, Thokas has been released, and his family home has become his. He has no idea what has become of his brother, but it's not important. He had a mission. He needed to help these people see the right of things. There was no rush though. If nothing else, he knew how patience could be rewarded. He sat down at the table where his parents should have been eating diner, stretched out his arms, and took a nap. He had all the time in the world. All he needed right now was rest. There would be time for the rest later.
Edited for acceptance.