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Author Topic: Torben Falk  (Read 1616 times)

Description: Warlord Prince. Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk. Played by Starling

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Torben Falk
« on: Jan 13, 17, 12:58:27 PM »
The Basics
Character Name: Torben Falk
Nicknames: In Nharkava, his adoptive mother often called him Chand (Chond) meaning fierce. He will respond to this name or Lord Das even (her last name), but he introduces himself as Torben Falk, his given name, along with the name he'd earned in the mountains.
Age and Birth Year: 31 (b. 163 AP)
Race: 1/4 Nharkavan, 3/4 Glacian
Caste: Warlord Prince
Birth Territory: Glacia
Home Territory: Glacia

Birthright Jewel: cut Tiger Eye
Offering Jewel: cut Purple Dusk

Role: Laborer
Faction: Thorn Family

Appearance
Play By: Jack Greystone
Distinguishing Features: Torben is a well-built man, tall, solid, an athletic standard. His fitness strikes a perfect balance of strength and stamina. Most often he carries himself about his tasks with a passive stoop attempting to go unnoticed, but his caste alone makes this a difficult feat. He is unassuming and difficult to rile, stoic and dedicated to harmony with his brethren even at the cost of personal abuse. Only in the face of true danger does he expose his consummate combat finesse, and only for long enough to resolve the threat. The most distinguishing feature about Torben is that even as a Warlord Prince, he does not seek to distinguish himself at all.

Nharkavan heritage in his veins has granted him skin, eyes, and hair slightly darker than his average Glacian countryman, but his lineage isn't often called into question. Long days in the sun have helped to lighten his hair and excuse his bronze brushed tone. He uses craft to make the necessary and subtle changes when he judges his appearance to be unsuitable. He has a few tattoos, the most notable an upper sleeve on his right arm, others on his chest and left arm.


Personality

Personality:

A difficult man to get to know, Torben spends most of his time in contemplation. He has the analytical mind of a strategist and tends to reserve his thoughts for dwelling on dilemmas. He isn't unsociable, yet he is often detached, keeping conversations confined to discussions of duty. His inaccessibility and fine-tuned focus can cause him to miss subtle details in personal interactions which makes it almost necessary to speak one's mind with him.

He makes a good leader, and though he doesn't have aspirations for any such a role, he often finds himself taking charge due to his cooperative and persuasive nature. It's difficult to argue with a man who speaks so honestly and honorably. He's the one who's willing to take the worst job of a lot just to get it done and know that it was done right. He rarely makes mistakes. There's little he can't do, and what he does, he does it well. It's not necessary for him to be lauded for his achievements or contributions.

Competition eludes him except in the most innocent forms. He's capable of joy, laughter, and affection, but recent events have left him haunted and searching for signs. Maybe contrary to his seeming, he is full of compassion almost to the point of tender-heartedness. He is a faithful friend, a stoic protector, paternal in his sheltering, evenhanded and just.

Patiently he endures offenses with striking composure, distilling his natural rage into more dangerous and focused energy or eventually letting it go completely. Though submissive, he is powerful. He has been challenged in life and he has excelled.

Outside of captivity he has a softer side that's given to sentiment and nostalgia, but it's long enough that sometimes he needs to be reminded that such simple and lovely things exist.

Likes:
  • The smells and flavors of Nharkava. It was an exotic land, he knew so because of the bland tastes of the Glacians who every so often had invaded his quiet home. The foods that were prepared for their meals lacked spice and it is the same in Glacia. The scraps that are passed off to his kind are worse, still. Hearth witches light candles more often than incense and even the robes of the dark priestesses carry little hint of those tantalizing aromas. It's as if the snow sterilizes this reach of the world. The cold of the land seems to absorb all scents of nature except manure and dirt. He longs for his homeland and for his senses to be ignited again.
  • The Mountains overlooking Jharkhand. It is here that he found his path and his peace. Even the stoic peaks in the distance are a prayer for him, a reminder that though the mountain is cut by ice and rivers of melted snow, it remains unmoved. Though not half as beautiful as the view from Nharkava, the sight of the Glacian mountains serves as needed comfort and motivation.
  • Coffee. Though he isn't likely to admit it, he prefers Glacian coffee to the Nharkavan alternative. The flavor varies widely depending on how and how long it is brewed, but he's learned to appreciate and anticipate every mug. Even when the taste is subdued, coffee still kicks, and any hot beverage is welcome in such a cold climate.
   
Disikes:
  • Standing Out. His collar isn't the reason why he has resigned himself to his duties, but none of his captors seem to think they way. They enjoy making an example of the Warlord Prince and toying with him where they would not come within a hundred yards of him if he weren't collared. He purposely avoids eye contact with those who consider themselves his superiors, carrying himself in a humbled manner, and neither over or underachieves for the purpose of their loss or benefit.
  • Commotion and Conflict. This puts two of his goals at odds. It is both instinct and a deep desire for him to want to protect his new family even though many of them scoff at his obedience. Their unrest will only call retribution from their dark captors and so often, all are punished, not just those who cause problems. He hurts for all of them, whether they call themselves friend or not. He cannot both protect his brood and obey their guardians, one must always be sacrificed for the other.
  • Cold. He's never acclimated to the Glacian weather patterns. Some days the cold never goes away, slowly creeping in through the toes when you first rise in the morning and spreading quickly throughout the body. There never seem to be enough layers to ward it away when it truly wants to claim you. It chips away at his resolve, a constant annoyance draining his motivation and willingness to persevere. It's one of few things that can make him abandon his tranquil state and curse bitterly.

Fears:
  • Injustice. When forced to choose between obeying and protecting he often straddles the place in between and prays that the supervisors on duty are the gentler sort. Even though he despises raising his voice in opposition and calling eyes to himself, he will do it every time. Luckily, his shepherding of the flock tends to keep his people in line and so every now and then their captors let him get away with respectfully requesting their grace. It doesn't always work out this way, and so he fears each day and the punishments that may be in store.
  • That he will be compelled to harm a captor. Though his life is bereft of comforts, there is meaning in it, and he manages a tenuous contentment. Anyone who was ever able to assault a dark jeweled Blood had been taken away bloody and never seen again. It is for this reason that he seeks to assuage the pains of the others and keep them peaceful. He was given his terrible gift for a purpose, one that has yet to be fully uncovered in his life. He prays that it is only to continuously test his discipline, but he fears that it won't be that easy.
  • That his family is experiencing a similar pain in Nharkava. The Dark Religion has eclipsed Glacia's borders and spills into Nharkava. Kumari, Matali and most of the family there all wear light jewels. Jayesh managed an Opal descent, but like-minded to Torben, he would not readily allow his family to be put in chains. Torben's departure had been different, no one had known that Vanja didn't mean to accept him into her home. He fears that they may be mistreated, and worse, that perhaps the battle for their independence was one he was meant to be present for to stand with his brother and guard the woman who had raised him as her own.

Craft Strenths:
  • Finishing Kills. Torben despises that he feels such satisfaction when engaged in a fight. He worries that such lust taints his soul. He does not attack that which he does not intend to disable or kill. He's not interested in the art of combat, only the result, and will not draw out a contest longer than it must go on. His extraordinary restraint in keeping his demons at bay grants him the ability to channel and focus this pent up energy into very quick, very lethal measures, often many times more powerful than a broader stroke of Craft.
  • Labor Craft. A lifetime of practice and a quiet mind have granted Torben a deeper understanding of repetitive processes and systems. He's able to analyze methods of completing a task in short order and surmise whether or not it is the most efficient way to accomplish the goal. More than just an evaluation process, though, he's learned to use his Craft in such a way that he depletes as little of his stores as possible, resists injury and fatigue, and is able to be overall more productive both personally and as an unofficial foreman, sharing his gifts and knowledge with the crews.

Craft Weaknesses:
  • Battle Craft. Torben trained in the art of combat with his family and honed the art in the mountains. He's never stood with or been faced with an army much less a large group of assailants. While he's confident that he would still be proficient as a single combatant, the concepts of fighting as a group and against a group are unknown to him. He will always seek to pit himself against a specific man, and if he cannot, he will suffer a severe disadvantage. With his propensity for ending altercations quickly, a true battle would only confound and frustrate him.
  • Telekinetic Craft. Too long working with his hands has made Torben trust them above all else. He can levitate objects with as much finesse as he could balance an egg on a stick of incense. It may come off of the surface, but there's not telling where it will end up. His efforts probably resemble a poltergeist at best.

Life Story
Family:
Mother: Vanja Thorn - Witch - Summer Sky - Green (b. 145 AP)
Mother's Husband: Svante Hjort - Prince - Opal - Sapphire (b. 123 AP)
Father: Thorvald Kumar - Warlord - Rose - Opal (b. 142 AP)
Adoptive Mother: Kumari Das - Hearth Witch - Tiger Eye to Rose (b. 145 AP)
Adoptive Cousin: Jayesh Das - Warlord - Tiger Eye - Summer Sky (b. 161 AP)
Adoptive Cousin: Malati Das - Jeweless Blood (b. 166 AP)

History:

Torben's mother Vanja had grown up in Nharkava, a resident there for her early years with her diplomatic family. Nharkava was a lonely place for a young Glacian girl in search of friendship. The only other children her age were the sons and daughters of household servants. One of these girls, Kumari, had been a companion for most of her life, as they were near identical in age. Kumari had been her playmate as a child and eventually became her personal servant. Vanja didn't have to clarify their relationship to enjoy the company.

Vanja was 18 years old when Torben was born. His father Thorvald was a few years older than she, half Nharkavan blood and half Glacian. Though not officially claimed by his Glacian relatives, Thorvald's Nharkavan family was well off, and with few responsibilities, he spent much of his time seducing the pale ladies from across the mountains. Vanja had been quite taken by Thorvald's expert application of Craft upon her desires and may have truly believed that she loved him. Rebellious, she bore the child despite the shame that it brought her family, even naming her son after his father. It wasn't long, however, before Thorvald moved on, though, teaching her a difficult lesson. Hardened and ashamed as she was, Torben went from the link that bound his mother and her lover to a burden and embarrassment.

When Vanja's parents sent her to live with relatives in Glacia in order to secure a match, Torben was left behind. Kumari assumed care of the child and no one seemed to lift an eyebrow. He wasn't one of theirs, she kept him out of sight, and life simply carried on. Vanja married Svante, a man over 20 years her senior within a couple of years. Shortly after that, Torben's grandparents retired from their post in Nharkava and returned to Glacia, leaving the small manse as a vacation home. It was passed on to Vanja after they died and she utilized it as an occasional getaway for her new family.

Torben hadn't been shielded from the truth of his identity, but Kumari and her family raised him honorably, and taught him peaceable ways, taming the Warlord and teaching the Prince from an early age. Vanja interacted with him the same as she did the other children. She wasn't cruel, but she wasn't kind either. The two simply existed apart from each other. His father Thorvald had achieved an almost mythic reputation for his Glacian prizes before his name one day vanished from the gossip entirely. Torben's love was Kumari, and her family became his.

He didn't lack for companionship the same way that his mother had while in Nharkava. Kumari's nephew Jayesh and niece Malati were like brother and sister to him. They had their run of the home and the grounds for most of his childhood, knowing to stay out of the halls when Lady Thorn or her aged husband came for a visit. He was educated in the Nharkavan ways and given special care for his caste by his adopted family. He learned to fight and serve alike. And though he grew into a brooding young man, he mastered his rage and tamed his demons. The potency of his power suffered none from it and he wielded it with honed precision and devastating effect.

While a rebellion stirred in the land, Torben sought spiritual enlightenment, not convinced of the cause of either the Rebellion or Nharkava's Glacian invaders. As a man, he embraced the paths of peace, protection, and acceptance. His life was meant to teach him a lesson and these made the most sense for they were to be his greatest challenges. He was a Warlord Prince who turned the other cheek and a mutt of a man who was accepted nowhere, yet safeguarded all. No matter his lot in life, it was what was meant for him and what he believed may be his final trial.

He took to the mountains often, lured by their beauty and tranquility, spending days on the ridges looking out over the lush landscape. He was alone the first time that he took a life up there, deep in meditation when the hunter ambushed him, mistaking Torben's fair skin as a sign that he was a refugee and not a Nharkavan native. He hadn't understood the way that the Darkness drove him to ruin the man, just that every step had seemed choreographed for him, and he was all too eager to follow each patterned step until it was quickly over.

Mother Night had answered his prayers in giving him this sign. Despite the rising threats in the territories, he had been called to the Mountains. Torben doled out his services to the various factions ferrying migrants across the mountains for a time clearing the Nharkavan territory of bandits in waiting and sometimes serving as an escort for parties on their last legs. It filled him with a sense of calm and purpose. His keen eye for danger and the near merciful speed of his kills had earned him the name Falk (Falcon), and like all good things, he adopted it as his own.

It was easy to achieve serenity in Nharkava as the home was far enough away from heavy rebellion influence and often devoid of Glacian inhabitants. Things became more difficult when the Dark Religion tightened its grip, however, and the dark jeweled Blood were called to manage their lighter relatives. One day Torben and Jayesh were sparring in the mountains, and the next he was summoned home.

Whether convicted by faith or something more nefarious, Vanja brought Torben to her Glacian estate and confessed the sin of his creation to Mother Night and her dark Priestesses. With Lady Thorn and her husband as members of the affluent diplomatic circles, collars were ordered, received quickly and Torben tasted the encompassing lick of metal about his neck. He was put to hard labor with others like him who lived near the estate. Maybe this was part of his journey or the Price for the lives he'd taken, though no one knew why he was called Torben Falk. They told him that the harder he worked, the more he would honor the Darkness and that it was possible to find peace there. It was partly true. He never resisted, he simply accepted, and slowly each of the new patterns became how he lived his life. He worked hard, he meditated and prayed, he aided and protected his companions and even in such a pit, he became revered among them. Without his Nharkavan family he, once again, adopted another.


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Judging by the size of the caravan that was still pulling around the back of the manse, Lady Thorn was throwing another gala event. They seemed to occur more frequently in the cold months, though this was typically the time that she used to visit her vacation home in Nharkava. His home. He'd been listening for news to know if she intended to visit at all this year. If yes, there was a chance that Kumari and her family were still in residence to attend her. If no, anything could be possible.

Excessive worry was an uncommon sensation for him except when it came to his family, and Lady Thorn, his mother, was excluded from it. His thoughts were only with the Nharkavan woman who had raised him and the other servants that made up the brightest colors in the tapestry of those he considered kin. If something had happened to them, there was nothing in the world that he could do, but he still needed to know. Nharkava was a powder keg and fire was rolling down from Glacia's passes toward it. Nothing felt safe, not while he was so powerless.

Approaching a cart, he curled each arm around a cask of wine and carried them down stone steps into the cellar of the Thorn residence. He'd only ever seen the home through windows and in glimpses up the cellar staircase. If the inside was half as opulent as the facade, it was still the grandest affair of Craft, stone, and metal he'd ever... been in the cellar of.

A supervisor leaned against a door, holding it open, but not his particular benefit. The man was watching down a long corridor, his eyes following a sweep of emerald skirts as they disappeared into the wine cellar. Torben didn't appear to notice, but notice he had, both the intrigued gaze and the color of the Lady Thorn likely come to account for her inventory herself. He wasn't supposed to talk to her, but that rule was applied to any dark jeweled Blood except in the case of making requests from the handlers. Despite his position, she was his mother. She'd never shied from him before, though boredom had sometimes flashed frustration into her brows. Still, the last time he'd spoken to her was shortly after arriving in Glacia. And what an experience that had been.

Torben moved sideways through the smaller doorway and down two steps from a stone landing until his boots met dirt. He searched the rows quickly, looking for her, all the while trying not to be seen lagging.

"Put them over here." Her voice called.

He followed the sound, turning a corner to see her standing before a wooden table spread with papers and a leather bound ledger that may have weighed at least half what she did. She didn't look up, but unless she was completely absorbed in the numbers she would know who he was. The fact that she didn't look up while alone in the space with a collared male made him believe she knew exactly who she shared space with.

Beginning to set the casks down, she turned abruptly toward him and pointed to a nearby cavity in the wall. "No. There. For now..." Her eyes had locked to his, but once she was sure that her message had been conveyed, she looked back to her books and began to rifle through the loose pages as if for a missing document.

Settling the wine, Torben straightened, still watching her carefully.

"Please hurry," she huffed, without looking up again.

"Lady Thorn..." he implored softly, lowering his chin and focusing on her narrow waist. She was still a lovely woman. It had been a long time since he'd truly looked at her. When he was a child she sometimes played little games with him, sending him to fetch items for her from the same room but one at a time. She'd enjoyed seeing him shoot through the rooms trying to be faster each time, or at least that's how he remembered it. She used to laugh back then, sometimes, and smile too. She'd never been a mother to him, but she'd been something more resembling a lady capable of love.

Tapping a manicured nail against a page, she sighed and looked to him. "Torben?"

That she hadn't scolded him was all the approval he needed to continue and he took a desperate step forward, clasping his hands in front of his waist. "Lady Thorn, can you tell me if Kumari is well?" He couldn't mince words, needed to ask what he could in as little space as possible. He might not get another opportunity to do so again for another year. Hopefully, her answer would help him with a number of questions he would have rather asked.

She gave a derisive little laugh. "No," she began. "I can't. I haven't been to Nharkava since..." She trailed off, her head bobbing impatiently as she pressed teeth to her bottom lip. Something had upset her but he couldn't begin to know what exactly. He didn't know her. "I'll inquire," she finally offered.

Clasping his hands with renewed strength he offered them up in appreciation. "Thank you, Lady Thorn." He could have gone on, but he knew she would be perturbed by his show of gratitude. Her upper lip threatened to curl as she lifted a hand and shooed him without another word.

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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #1 on: Jan 13, 17, 01:01:18 PM »
May I please have a general random roll and 5 family rolls?

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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #2 on: Jan 13, 17, 02:09:52 PM »
A general random.
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Rose birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Opal Jewel at your offering.

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Congratulations


Five family rolls:
1. Rose - Opal
2. Opal - Sapphire
3. Tiger Eye - Summer Sky
4. Summer Sky - Green
5. Tiger Eye - Rose
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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #3 on: Jan 14, 17, 08:35:48 AM »
Can I get a reduction to TE-PD please so he's sufficiently LJ'd?

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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #4 on: Jan 14, 17, 09:04:51 AM »
A per player request.
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Tiger Eye birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Purple Dusk Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #5 on: Jan 14, 17, 11:47:23 AM »
Ready for review. *Leaves coffee and cinnamon donuts*

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Re: Torben Falk
« Reply #6 on: Jan 14, 17, 11:51:22 AM »
Gonna want Nicole's input on this'n as well for plotsies.

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Re: Torben Falk
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