Torin Vargach

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Character's Full Name: Torin Vargach

Classification: Human - Obaihai

Gender: Male

Age: 786 years though looks in his mid 30’s

Appearance: Standing at a height of 6’ and at a 190 lbs, Torin comes from a long bloodline of warriors. Coming from good stock his has a large build with strong shoulders. What was once bronze skin has turned a ashy grey and a warriors muscles have diminished to a simple working man’s physique. Deceptive in looks, he appears malnourished with a gauntness to his cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. Angular face with sharp features and a square jaw line framed in a shaggy mane of deep rich black in color with the facade of a blue sheen. Sprouting from his left temple he has a stripe of solid white hair. His mane is layered as he just took a knife to it, the longest lengths reaching his knees. The main thickness of his hair braided in the width of his wrist trails down his back like a tail. Behind each ear is another chunky braid bound with leather stripes decorated with a single unknown stone of white color. His bangs falls past his chin kept out his vision by heavy beads.

Dark circles and crows feet seem to be permanently etched around his eyes that are hazel colored, a mixture of mossy green and mud like brown giving his gaze an earthy tone. Despite the vibrant color, they are the windows to his darkened soul. Bushy eyebrows nearly hidden by his hair with the left brow as a distinct gap in it from a habit of plucking at it with his thumb and forefinger. He has a large distinct nose, a little crooked from breaking it in his teens. Looking past the deep brooding demeanor lies a forlorn and wounded warrior, a man who has lost his reason. The way he carries himself is another matter. His size belies a graceful fighter underneath the ailing persona. Scarred and calloused hands reveal he has always worked with them. There is no timid pose or bent posture, he still walks with the strength of a warrior that counteracts his outward scraggly appearance. Because of this strangers make a superficial judgment that he is nothing more then a scoundrel and avoid him as often as they are able to.

Torin wears a duster that seems almost too small across the chest. Made out of thin hide and dyed a deep bloody crimson, it’s pieced together in a patchwork effect as if made by unskilled hands. Old and worn, it’s patched in several places with thick cording leaving open gashes in the flowing materiel. The long sleeves reach his knuckles but holes have been cut to allow room for his thumbs and for easy use of hands without pushing the sleeves back. Oval black toggles line the edge of his duster though he hardly buttons it, preferring to keep it closed with a black belt that hangs loosely around his hips. Above his elbows a strip of black cloth break the solid red design decorated with a toggle. Underneath he wears a black sleeves tunic shirt that looks as though it once fit him, but now hangs oddly fitting snuggly around his waist but hangs loosely around his shoulders often hanging off of one by the wide neckline. Coal black breeches that hang low on his hips and tapered to fit his legs breaking into a small flair at his ankle to accommodate his boots. A mirroring red strip of materiel circles his leg just below his knee. Boots made of soft leather are a dark grey in color and held up by three buckles and magic. No, not really but they look as though any moment he’s going to loose one. They wrap up to his calf decorated with tarnished metal rivets down the side and across the toes.

Power List:

• Eternal Life
  
• Magic Adverse
  

Detailed Power: The mystic power passed down from wizards of old have kept the Guardsmen young and strong, bestowing upon them a sense of immortality. Torin’s age has been frozen in time, he will never know what he feels to grow old and to feel his body break down. However Torin is susceptible to every day human weaknesses, being injured, becoming sick and dying. The magic only extended to stop the aging process, he is still in fact very mortal.

Another gift bestowed upon the Guardsman is most magic is useless against a Guardsman's mind and although not impossible, it is exceptionally difficult to bend their will to yours. This does not ward off physical magic and Torin is equally vulnerable to them as a normal individual.

Alignment: Unaligned

Weapons: None

Personality: Making an impression means nothing to Torin. When you look at him he could easily pass as a lout with no brains. Preferring to keep away from public areas he has inveterately crippled his social skills. Spending months even years away from people, Torin has developed a habit of talking to himself or falling into long lapses of silence. His silent nature often comes off as being snotty or stuck up, often appearing arrogant glancing in your direction and drawing away. However he is not quite the opposite, he doesn’t mean to be harsh or callous to a person’s plight but sees himself as only adding to the burden should he interfere.

Torin does not give excuses, everything happens for a reason but he is more adept to shoulder the blame then accuse others. He is not one to take sides coming to his own answers when he has heard everything from both sides. He has very few creature comforts, keeping to the life of a traveler and thus relies on his own skills in the wilderness finding some enjoyment in living off the land. Frowns upon magic seeing it as an easy way out of everything. If a person decides to have the patience to sit with him, he is capable of conversations albeit a little on the short side. Those that have known him his entire life know that Torin was always a man of few words. He is blunt and honest in the few words he does say as if not fully understanding his words could hurt.

He has made a celibacy oath though this has become nullified with the breaking of the Guardsman, he still strives to uphold it. Torin has had few women in his life and even fewer that he loved. The love of the same sex is forbidden by his creed but he sees love as something any person can give regardless of race and gender. He is highly respectful towards women though he has his suspicions about them. A woman’s wrath is far more fatal then the swing of a dragon’s tail. He doesn’t seem to possess a sense of humor, taking everything in with a frown or a glare. Nevertheless should he crack a joke the world would probably trip over itself as it screeched to a halt before running away screaming.

Torin longs for a purpose to his life, honor is very important to him and even though he wallows in his own self pity, he will not allow others to. Thus the former Guardsman emerges and he will aid the deserving around him. Torin will lay his life down for a fellow man if they believe in the same principles of fighting against the common enemy of the land and setting right to a some great wrong. There is no honor in cowardness and he will only return home a honorable warrior when he has finally passed onto the spiritual world.

Skills: Torin's people are naturally tough survivalists and fearless warriors from the harshness of their land and the continual inter clan warfare that had raged for centuries. In this timeless era, Torin's people have fashioned a form of martial arts that would fit within the mold of Capoeira; marked by the use of feints and subterfuge, and use groundwork extensively, as well as sweeps, kicks, and head butts and Wushu; consistent of stances, kicks, punches, balances, jumps and sweeps. Torin himself has carried this style of fighting into his occupation preferring his own hands and feet then a weapon. He has also kept with him his tracking skills, with a keen eye and animalistic sense of smell he can trace most anything from animals to people. The earth speaks to him from disturbed ground, broken branches to the acrid smell of sweat that lingers in the sweetness of forests. As a Guardsman, Torin speaks several dead languages, one of which has been lost for over 600 years that many wizards of old spoke.

Strengths and Weaknesses: A survivor in any case, instead of giving in to the easiness of death, Torin has forged ahead to prove his worth. Though a man of solitude, he is equally a man of contradictions in that he will never turn his back against the need for help. His people are hardy and Torin can easily survive the harshest of terrains and weather.

Despite being blessed with magic, Torin is still a mortal man with all the weaknesses of one. It's a little more troublesome when Torin has to enter a city to track a person, footprints mingle with hundreds and smells are buried upon a million others. Torin will not touch a weapon, even if it will aid him and those around him greatly. Mentally, there seems to be so much against him, dealing with a constant inner battle of honor and disgrace.

History: Before becoming a Guardsman, Torin's life had very little importance and it will take more then prodding for him to talk of it. Although he is proud of where he came from, it holds no significant meaning. His childhood was nothing special in his village, many of the men were hunters and warriors. Torin grew up in a small family consisting of his father; Bradrok, mother; Tula and a younger sister; Melia. As oldest, he would one day find a mate of his own and start his own family. But before that would happen, he would follow in his people's lifestyle.

The Obaihai, the name of his people dwelled in solitude and did not mingle their blood with other races. They were to remain a pure race as passed down from the Father and Mother. Essentially they are human in every aspect right down to the last chromosome, with dark skin and hair they seem to be an offshoot of an ethnic group. Their home rests high within the mountains and many are reluctant to leave their homeland, keeping to their promises. The Obaihai don't necessarily have a religion or god to worship but keep to an ageless oath of the Father and Mother, the original Obaihai that bore their race. They were to remain whole without the need of growing technology, even something as simple as a water wheel. Given that, they became a hardy race where truly only the strong survived. Despite living in isolation, this only allowed inter clan wars to rise up and without outside interference, they waged for decades at a time. Out of this, the Obaihai formed their own style of combat, preferring that to actual weapons. Though they fought, they were not blood thirsty savages and this was proven when in the midst of battle two warring men would stand aside to let a elder woman pass or pick a fallen man up to give him proper burial.

The Obaihai were an ideal race to become a Guardsman. Today the term has little meaning. The Guardsmen was created as a form of personal protection. Call it the first secret service formed to protect and guard the highest and most powerful families on the earth. There were those that held political power and peace over many nations while others kept the very secrets of magic on their blood. A Wizard or King couldn't keep an eye open all the time. The first of the Guardsmen were created, blessed with immortality and regardless of race and gender, those that were fathomlessly honorable were trusted.

In the last thousand years, the Obaihai have been left alone but many departed their homeland in the call of service. Torin was one of hundreds, already a man with a family of his own he forsook his mate and children in the name of greater good and took up the Guardsmen Vow. Torin become a apprentice of many, intermingling his people's way with that of a Guardsmen. When the Vow was spoken without doubt only then would the true conviction take hold and a Guardsman was born. For over 500 years Torin labored and worked without skepticism, safeguarding men and women, lands and homes. He worked with other Guardsmen sometimes ranging in unfathomable numbers where battles and Wars were waged to acting as a single defense. It wasn't until the 627th year of his profession did the sanctity of the Guardsmen break.

The law had been perverted, twisted to a breaking point and a last battle was waged on a cold night in the dead of winter. In the open fields of a isolated land, the earth was soak with thousands of lives, those that survived returned to their homes giving up their Vows and thus their immortality and the Guardsmen were no more. Torin is one of few who have yet to surrender and thus remains immortal, wandering the earth like a lost soul.