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Author Topic: Theodor Lirion  (Read 1221 times)

Description: Warlord. Purple Dusk to Broken Green. Played by Lene.

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Theodor Lirion
« on: Oct 20, 17, 06:53:50 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Theodor Lirion
Nicknames: Theo
Age and Birth Year:  237 (BP 43)
Race:  1/4 Long Lived, 3/4 Short lived (A fun mix of ¼ Dena Nehele, ½ Chaillot, ¼ Eyrien)
Caste:  Warlord
Birth Territory: Dena Nehele, Terrielle
Home Territory: Pruul

Birthright Jewel: cut Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel:  uncut Green

Faction: Caravan Merchant

Appearance

Play By: Lasse l. Matberg

Distinguishing Features: Theodor is a big guy, a really big guy.  Probably owing his height to his Eyrien ancestry, he easily clears 6’5 and nothing but brick muscle.  He wears shirts that are specially tailored to be loose in the shoulders with enough give to hide what appears to be large shoulder blade protrusions.  On top of his large stature, he has a large bass booming voice that leaves no need for craft enhancement to be heard over some distance.  Dirty blond long hair worn usually tied back and a long scruffy beard add to the image of a big, burly man, only his eyes hold hints of his ties to the longer lived races, a slate blue-grey coloring streaked with gold.

Personality

Personality:

Theodor is a man of two faces.  For the most part he seems jovial to anyone who knows him.  Used to the assumptions placed upon him by those who see him as a large threat, his easy going laugh and warm laugh puts even the most suspicious at ease in his presence, despite the ground rumbling timbre of his voice.  Children automatically like him, feeling safe and secure in his presence and it isn’t uncommon to see him hauling a few on his shoulders and back as if he were some sort of pack animal.  Women have a sense of safety around him as well, trusting him with their younglings as well as their own well being.   Had he been born into different circumstances, he would have done very well as an escort in any court in Dena Nehele.

Behind those laughing eyes and warm exterior is a shrewd and crafty business mind.  He does well with accounts and numbers, making very successful investments in a number of businesses throughout Terrielle to continue the prosperity of the trade business extension of his parents’ families.  While most of the Lirions continued focusing their efforts on the seas, building a strong naval trading reputation, he decided to take his skills inland.  There was more of a personal aspect to travelling between cities and territories and Theodor is a very personable individual.  He is able to strike good deals that leave both sides comfortable with both price and cost and has the reputation of dealing fairly with both suppliers and vendors.

The other side of Theodor is the one that few see because he refuses to let them.  The side that is still wounded, pained, vulnerable and guilt-ridden.  He blames himself for the failure to be strong enough to protect his family, his siblings, the woman he loved and the children between them.  He hides this self away from the world behind jokes and deflection but in the cold nights, beneath endless stars and darkness where only his faithful pack of dogs can attest, He lets the happy carefree exterior slide free and openly mourns, letting the loss of nearly two centuries pull him into melancholy.  He drinks heavily in the night, to forget and to pull him into the blissfully empty void of sleep.

He keeps to himself, keeping the company of his caravan of like-minded traders with little personal ties to anyone and anything besides his dogs.  He indulges his primal needs only when it becomes too great but only within the confines of a Red Moon House.  He would not and could not make empty promises of anything more with any other person.

Likes:
  • Caravan life - The constant travelling, seeing new places and meeting new people.  It breaks up the slow grind of the days.

  • Drinking - The benefit of being a large man and wearing dark jewels was he could indulge in his love of alcohol to his heart’s content without worrying about the aftereffects of a hangover.  Even after his breaking, he still enjoyed sampling local beverages from wherever he travelled.

  • Dogs - He was adopted by his first dog while wandering lost and heartbroken from the loss of his family.  She was his salvation and to this day he has continued caring for her lineage by always keeping at least three of her get with him at all times, breeding and continuing her bloodline.

    Dislikes:
  • Fancy clothes - Theo is a simple man with simple tastes and he lives a life that isn’t really conducive to a style of dress that is fashionable or easy.  On top of that, he really doesn’t like wearing finer garments.  He finds them constricting and never the right fit for a man of his size.  Give him a good sturdy pair of slacks and a clean shirt and he’s all set.

  • Askavi - Whenever possible, he avoids the high mountains of the winged race.  His mother had made the revelation to him of their bloodline when he made his Offering.

  • These blasted Sandworm menaces - Sandworms were always a problem, always had been.  Moving was slow enough through the desert especially since they were unable to use craft without attracting the disgusting monsters but ever since the strange (or as the natives called it miraculous) Rains that fell, Theodor had lost many wagons, supplies and men to the filthy things who had gone from being worrisome menace to an active hostile threat.

    Fears:
  • Failing as a trader - In a strange way, Theo went back to the trade routes and caravans as a testament to the memory of his family.  Oh, he enjoys the work completely and has found great success, but in some way he always fears losing his edge, losing his customers and ultimately failing at the last legacy of his parents.

  • Rats - He was bitten as a child and hates the things.  Plague on four tiny slimy legs, with wormy tails and those nasty yellow teeth.  The sound of chattering teeth or small nails scratching fills him with dread and goosebumps.

  • Letting down his sister a second time - He carried the feeling of guilt for failing to protect his family for so many years.  Finding out that his baby sister was alive and well after believing her long dead has been both a balm and a horrible weight because he could fail her all over again.  He was still so young at the time of the Purge and far away, now determined to never leave her behind again it would be far worse.


    Craft Strengths:
  • Physical shielding -  Despite his large and bulking appearance, Theodor has never been a violently aggressive man.  His physique usually allowed him to avoid many conflicts as his opponents would look at his jewels and his bulk and decide against starting a fight.  However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared for an attack and excelled at shielding.

  • Preservation Spells - Theo was always close with his mother, and she passed along the training that her own mother had given her in hearth craft.  They were very useful especially as he became much more involved in the family trading business, using the strength of his jewels to give added power to the spells he would place around goods and supplies, making them remain in pristine condition during long and sometimes rough travel.


    Craft Weaknesses:
  • Power bolts - With a strong defense, his skills and talents were less precise he was rather weak at the ability to focus his power into the sharp blasting skill of a power bolt.  His attack skill was less precise and more scattered, shocking but not deadly.

  • Psychic awareness - A strange quirk.  Theodor can speak just fine on a psychic thread but he’s rather weak in the ability to sense the power levels around him.  He recognizes the tingle of the Blood but cannot trace or track them to a specific person through jewel strength.  It was one of the ways that Elenor used to torture him as a child, running and hiding in game and delighting that he couldn’t find her.


    Life Story

    Family:


  • Mother: Sarian Lirion, White to Tiger Eye, 1/2 Eyrian, 1/2 Chaillotian (taken from  Elenor Lirion   sheet) - Deceased
  • Father: Elden Lirion, Summer Sky to Green, 1/2 Dena Nehelen, 1/2 Chaillotian  (taken from  Elenor Lirion   sheet)- Deceased

    Siblings:
  • Elenor Lirion Rose to Opal Queen,
  • Selene Lirion,  Tiger Eye - Purple Dusk - Deceased

  • Lover: Mya Valkroz, Rose - Purple Dusk witch  - Deceased
  • Step-child: Stephen Valkroz,  Summer Sky Warlord  - Deceased

    History:

    It all started with a storm and ended with a storm.

    If Theo were to ever write the story of his parents’ courtship and marriage, that would be the opening line and it would be wholly true.  Distant cousins from the same Challiotian naval trading company, they might not have ever met if not for a rare occurring maritime storm that swept Elden’s ship wildly off course with enough damage that might have left them sunk and drowned.  Luckily for them both, the ship that Sarian was captaining had also been blown into that same course with none of the same damage and came across the distressed ship.  The story would seem to have been the setting of a cliche “love at first sight” sort of tale, but at first the two were less than amiable.  Professional rivals with strong desires to be the best coupled with the nagging sense of a debt owed was something that seemed to ensure a long future of competition.   Sarian found Elden to be reckless and foolish and hopelessly young, though few were aware of her parentage and how old she was.  It wasn’t a part of her own heritage that had given her much pride.

    Still, sometimes hostility breeds true for attraction and before the ship finally reached a friendly harbor there was certainly something electric between the two merchants.  Elden needed a new crew to sail with and Sarian benefited from his strong connections in Dena Nehele and what might have been a brief affair that ended at landfall cemented not only a strong business connection but arranged for a lasting romantic attachment.   At first Sarian was loathe to agree to more than a passing fancy but Elden was young and determined to secure more than a business partner.

    Theodor was born a few years after that wild meeting, cementing Sarian’s wanderlust to the idea of settling down...at least until Theodor proved he was just as active and anxious to hit the road as much as his parents.  He was never more happy than when they were in motion.  The small family picked up right where they had left off, pursuing and building a new mercantile business, this time landlocked as Elden was hesitant about risking his son to the whims of the high seas at such a young age.  He had hoped to increase the size of their family, but something had always made Sarian resistant.  There had been such tension in his wife when she was pregnant that was only alleviated when Theo was born healthy and well.  She wouldn’t talk about it but as Theo grew, there was something that became more and more apparent.  Theo’s back seemed to be misshapen, the bones of his shoulder blades were unusually large, producing two hard protrusions in the small child’s back.  Healers were consulted but as it seemed to neither pain the child or prevent his growth, the advice was simply to leave it be.   When Theo walked away from his Birthright with the Purple Dusk,  Elden attempted to convince Sarian to give the young boy a sibling.

    At first she outright refused, claiming work and Theo were more than enough to keep them content but as the years passed and Theo grew taller than either of his parents and his eyes began to shift into a strange blend of blue with flecks of gold, Sarian couldn’t keep the truth from either of them.  Her father had been Eyrien, one of the winged men who had swept through Terrielle and killed by his own when he refused to give up his short lived lover and return to the fight.  Sarian’s mother had fled back to Chaillot and remained there to hide their child.  Like Sarian, she had fretted that her child would bear the mark of his people but Sarian, like Theo had not been born with the wings that defined the Eyrien race. 

    Theo had been surprised by this revelation and both mother and son had been equally surprised when Elden had simply stated calmly that those things had never and would never matter to him.  Whether his child had wings or horns or talons, because Blood would always sing to Blood, his blood and hers.  Theo always knew he had idolized his father but never more than in that moment.  Something had struck Sarian strongly as well because within the year, she was pregnant again and Selene joined their family just as Theo reached his Offering.

    He left his parent’s caravan and joined an offshoot, choosing instead to travel through Dena Nehele as his primary market while his parents moved between Raej and Hayll.  He moved through the ranks of the business, choosing never to use his parent’s importance as a stepping stone to success.  As with his parents, Theo had a sharp eye for trade and built a strong reputation among the markets on his path for being a fair and honest dealer.   He worked hard and made sure to meet up with his parents and sister at least once in the year, spoiling little Selene with presents at every opportunity.  She had been a sweet and gentle creature who didn’t share their love of money, instead was drawn more towards helping others.  She had even begun an apprenticeship with a Healer and showed a talent for herbalism.   Theo made sure to always bring her herbs and tools as well as whatever healing manuals he could find in his journeys.

    It was during an excursion for a particularly rare supply of herb that he met Mya, a young witch with a son of her own who was assisting her mother’s Healing house.  The connection between the two of them was instantaneous and her son Stephen adored the giant man who allowed him to climb on him like a giant pet and carried him around on his shoulders at any request.  For the first time in his life, Theo didn’t feel the pull of travel on his heart and remained in Mya’s village for the next few years.  They had even begun discussing marriage and building a family.

    Theo brought his lover and her child to meet his parents after Sarian surprised Theo and Selene with the birth of another child, their newest sister Elenor.  Theo held the small child who stared up at him with bright golden eyes and smiled a happy toothless grin and was won over.  The family was further surprised by the scent of Queen and the fiercely protective way that Stephen took to his little step-aunt which made the adults wonder if perhaps the baby had already attracted her first male.   The young boy had certainly been distraught when the time came to return back to Dena Nehele and leave behind Elenor.

    Almost three years passed before the family was able to meet up with the Elder Lirions.  Theo had opened up his own shop in Mya’s village and they had been excited to learn that Mya was pregnant.  Stephen had been adamant that he would love his new brother or sister, but not as much as he loved his Elenor, making his parents muse humorously.   Theo had been discussing plans for the trip during the evening meal when lightening struck.  At least, that is what he had thought at first, though there had been no sign of clouds or rain.  Suddenly, a rumble swept towards them, like rolling thunder and the air charged with fire in a way he had never known.  Mya had thrown herself on Stephen and Theo had thrown up Green shields with all the strength in his reserve over his family and felt something pull his soul appart and send him into maddening pain.

    When his vision cleared, Mya and Stephen were huddled under his body.  He couldn’t understand why they weren’t responding as he called to them and then shook them with full strength of his arms, watching as they remained silent.  He felt like he was bleeding from a wound he couldn’t see, something pouring from his chest in an endless river that only held pain and ice.   Blind with grief and rage, he found he was cut off from the Green Winds and found the Purple Dusk all too unstable and so stumbled through the White Winds as he tried to seek the comfort of his parents.  When he arrived at the campground of their caravan, he found nothing but the bodies of their team scattered.  His parents he found lying together and no sign of Elenor.  At first, the lack of her small body had given him hope that she might have lived but he quickly realized that perhaps the power that had ridden the land and murdered so many had been enough to simply erase the small form.  After all, it had been powerful enough to break through Green shields and shatter them,  such strength could turn a jeweless and craftless child to dust.

    Bereft, he stumbled away into the wild to grieve the loss of everything he held dear.  He had stumbled into a village, hungry and weak in the hopes of finding food and a place to rest, but the rage that had swept through him at the sight of those who lived, young and old, forced him to run away before he lashed out in his pain.  A small girl, no older than Elenor had been, happy and playing with other children.  What had allowed her to live while his sister had not?  Old men, weaker than his father, who sat drinking coffee in front of their homes.  Why had the Darkness spared them and not his family.

    Too many familiar faces, people he knew from his travels and towns that held the memories of his family overwhelmed him and with the little coin in his pocket he secured passage on a ship to Chaillot.  There, where he knew nobody and nothing, he could find the peace to heal.

    Over the next century and a half, Theo lived as a wandering worker - taking jobs whenever he could.   He made no friends, took no lovers and whenever the weight of a place began to press down on him, he took to the roads again seeking another place and anonymity once again.

    Finally, on the eve of his two hundredth birthday and finding that Challiot was becoming a little too enclosing, Theo pulled himself out of the shadows and boarded a ship back to Dena Nehele.  He reassumed the trader business and took to the trade routes once again preferring to stick between Raej and Pruul and avoid the painful familiarity of Dena Nehele for his travels.  Everyone he had known was long dead but the scenery was still too haunted for his liking.

    It was during one of his trips through Pruul did he first hear talk about a foreign born light haired Queen who was ruling the Sabbah Clan.  Even though his head told him that it was impossible, his grief wounded heart howled at the chance however small that this could be his long dead sister, miraculously alive and whole and here!  He tore through the desert towards Onn to learn the truth or die from the disappointment.


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    Theodor flashed the vendor a roguish grin, leaning over from his seat in his host’s tent.  “Oh come now Fasim, I’m not some Red Moon whore lifting my skirts when you flash a little bit of marks at me.  We’ve been playing this game for many years now and you know that I’ll never accept that price, not for what I’ve got in my wagons.”  He leaned back, throwing one arm over the stuffed back of his chair.  “Now, make me an offer that I can work with or I’m sure there’ll be someone in one of the other Clans who will gladly pay me what this stock is worth.”

    The older sun-darkened man sitting before him frowned deeply, taking a moment to formulate his response while drinking from his cup of tea.  “I’m an old man now Theodor Lirion,” he said in a scratchy voice.  Theo had been working with the old man for more than half of the Pruulian’s life but he still insisted on calling him by his full name, “and old men are not as rash and quick to decide on things as we once were.  I will have to discuss this with the rest of the tribe’s elders.  True, what you have is most valuable and needed among our people but your price is far higher than we would like.”

    Theo frowned, “I’m not trying to steal your money Fasim, my price is fair compared to what you might pay with someone else, and that’s because we have had a long and friendly working relationship.” 

    “This is true, you have always been fair but times are different now.  Money, like the waters of Pruul, flows slowly and is more limited now since the Mother cleansed the Mines.  The Geiba were once our most loyal customers but they are no more and we have lost much of our income. We are unable to afford the luxuries, however important, that we might once have enjoyed.  Unless you are willing to sell a smaller amount, I’m afraid we cannot meet your request.”

    Theodor sighed.  He knew this man well enough to know when he had hit the bottom of his haggling ladder.  “I’m sorry to hear you and yours have come upon hard times.  I cannot break up this shipment though.  No one will want to purchase only part of a full load and it will drive down my own prices and profit.”  He rose, ducking his head to avoid brushing the tent lining as he gave Fasim a polite bow.  “Perhaps when I return in a few months your fortunes will have reversed and we can do more business.”

    He let the guards lead him back out to where his wagons had been waiting, his men sitting beneath makeshift tents and overhangs waiting for him away from the brutal heat of the day.  Two of his dogs were laying on their sides, sleeping away in the warmth.  Leila was probably inside one of the wagons where it was cooler thanks to his own cooling spells.  She had been rather uncomfortable as late, and he was pretty sure she would pup her new litter before the week was out.

    “Sorry boyos,” he said with a boisterous sigh, “No deal today.  We should pack up and head out.  We could make one of the oases before night falls and set up camp there if we leave now.”  He heard their groans and echoed them in his head.  Travelling in the middle of the day was painful enough and with the influx of those blasted Sandworms, trying to keep craft spells on the wagons to keep from boiling alive as they moved was a dangerous business but they couldn’t just sit here after losing out on a sale. 

    “Theo!” he heard and turned to see a young man come scurrying across the hot sands, his stride quick and nimble if only to avoid the scalding ground.  He moved beneath one of the overhangs and made room for the other man to join him.  The sand was still warm even in the shade but not boiling.

    “Listen,” the other man said and after a moment Theo recognized him as Fasim’s youngest grandson who was well beyond his adolescence when Theo had last seen him.  Full grown now, sporting a beard and his own Khanjar.  “Grandfather is right, our income has been drastically cut but things are changing now in Pruul and I know that soon we’ll find a way to get back on our feet but that doesn’t mean you should suffer.”  He lowered his voice to a whisper.

    “Grandfather would not approve of me telling you this, but you should take your goods to Onn. There’s a great deal going on in the Festival city now.  The Mineborn brought the Rains and people are flooding the city walls to see them.  The market is bursting with visitors and I’m sure you can find a buyer for your whole supply without any problem.  I heard rumor that the Jinan are gathering to meet their Queen and I bet you could make some good deals with them.”  Theo couldn’t argue with that logic, he had a good working relationship with a few of the Jinan tribes and it couldn’t hurt to use those connections to maybe get in a meeting with the new Clan Queen.

    “Plus, there’s the Sabbah Queen, she’s not so new but they’ve been keeping her pretty much hidden within their ranks,” the other man continued.  “Story is that the Voice of the Sabbah found her wandering the desert and there has been some rumblings about her because she isn’t from Pruul but I say who cares!  Pruul has so many different people walking her Sands now, the Sabbah should not feel shame just because their Queen is milk pale and has the color of sunlight in her hair.”  He looked up at Theo, “After all, you do and we like you well enough for a foreigner.”

    Theo blinked in surprise, “The Sabbah have accepted a foreign born Queen?”  Hair like sunlight, that was rare enough physical trait in Terrielle.  He had only really seen other people with light colored hair in Chaillot and some of the port trading towns.   The other man nodded, becoming animated as his audience was hooked on his story.  He always did like having an audience.

    “Yes.  I have not seen her but I have heard speak of her.  They say the Voice is her bonded and that is why he has made her his Queen, just a puppet for his own needs.  Some say good things, that she works hard and has been learning fast to make her Trials and be truly accepted by the Clan.  She is a small Queen they say, thin and skin so light she turns red in the sun.  And she has a foreign name… a strange name.”  His mouth curved into a small pursing motion as he tried to remember. 

    “Oh I cannot remember it right now, only that it is not Pruulian,” he snapped his fingers, “Oh, and they say she has strange eyes.  That’s it, the strange Queen with the strange golden eyes and hair.”

    Theo’s stomach churned and hot brands burned in his gut, “Do they say how old she is?” he asked, his voice almost deeper than usual.

    “Well no, but they don’t speak of her being old and weak either.” he said thoughtfully before lighting up, “Oil!  No, wait...that is not right, that is not a name...but it sounds like it.”

    Theo’s knees shook as he whispered, “Elenor?”  The other man’s face lit up as he gave a sound of triumph, “Yes!  That is it!  Theo?  Theo?!”  he called as Theodor stalked off quickly.  He pulled free one of the saddle mounted horses from its place with the wagons and swung up.

    “Get the wagons to the Oasis and wait for me there!” He roared to his men, loud enough that the sound woke his dogs who began barking at the unseen threat that caused their master to howl.

    “Where are you going,” his lead foreman asked, hurrying over.  Theo jerked the horse’s head to the side.  “Onn, there’s something there I have to see.  If I don’t join you before noon tomorrow, gather the wagons and head for the Festival City.  I’ll find you there.”  He pressed his heel into the horse who squealed and took off in a run across the sand. 


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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #1 on: Oct 20, 17, 06:54:38 PM »
Might I get some jewels for this handsome mountain of a man? 

And.... *thinks* three family rolls please thank you :D







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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #2 on: Oct 20, 17, 08:20:05 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Purple Dusk Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Green Jewel at your Offering.

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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #3 on: Oct 20, 17, 08:38:12 PM »
I'm about to make Dash very very happy and say....

I'm breaking that Green.








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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #4 on: Oct 25, 17, 09:15:31 PM »
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« Reply #5 on: Oct 25, 17, 09:47:47 PM »
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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #7 on: Oct 28, 17, 01:17:31 AM »
Ready for Review Round 2!!!!

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Re: Theodor Lirion
« Reply #8 on: Oct 28, 17, 01:56:24 AM »
All good to me. Sleep is for the sleepy!
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead, We'll wander back to home and bed.







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