:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
NAME: Rorik Oakenshield
FACTION:
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Valkyri
AGE: 37 GSY (26ish VSY)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 211 lbs.
EYES: Ice Blue
HAIR: Dirty Blonde, long, braided.
SKIN: Caucasion-- Fair complexion
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Strong
+ Courageous
+ Good fighter
- Stubborn
- Mouth first brain second
- Sometimes socially awkward
APPEARANCE
Dirty blonde hair sits braided atop his head, and down to his shoulders. A beard of the same color outlines his jaw, with icy blue eyes set in his face. His frame is quite fit, his physique muscular. His attire is mostly earth tones, browns, greens, sometimes blue. Tunics make up most of his upper body coverings, and leather pants for the bottoms. Boots are a must with him, and a fur cloak for the cold.
BIOGRAPHY:
Rorik is a full blood Valkyr with an unknown heritage. Those who claimed to be his parents were not, and the truth of that was apparent even from a young age. Still the elderly couple had cared for him, seen him raised as a warrior, and helped him when the gift of the gods began to manifest. There was no way for them to teach him control, but the battles and raids gave him an outlet for the things which would happen at times.
The Valkyr stayed pretty much to himself because of those who feet he was cursed or using dark magic. When Rorik was fourteen (VSY), a group of men from the village came to burn him and his, parents, at the stake. It was in a fit of rage, panic, and fear he killed them all without touching them. They all fell to the ground, their throats crushed. Scared of what he had done, Rorik ran away, never to return unless he do the same to the ones he loved.
Stowing away on some offworlder's flying box, the Valkyr made it to a large city planet where he could hide. Most did not look like him, but the planet was so diverse his appearance meant nothing. He learned to steal in order to survive. Other weapons were discovered, though the blunt brutality of an axe was still his preferred method. Random jobs keep him fed, and his wits keep him alive.
SHIP:
Not yet
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
FACTION:
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Valkyri
AGE: 37 GSY (26ish VSY)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 211 lbs.
EYES: Ice Blue
HAIR: Dirty Blonde, long, braided.
SKIN: Caucasion-- Fair complexion
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Strong
+ Courageous
+ Good fighter
- Stubborn
- Mouth first brain second
- Sometimes socially awkward
APPEARANCE
Dirty blonde hair sits braided atop his head, and down to his shoulders. A beard of the same color outlines his jaw, with icy blue eyes set in his face. His frame is quite fit, his physique muscular. His attire is mostly earth tones, browns, greens, sometimes blue. Tunics make up most of his upper body coverings, and leather pants for the bottoms. Boots are a must with him, and a fur cloak for the cold.
BIOGRAPHY:
Rorik is a full blood Valkyr with an unknown heritage. Those who claimed to be his parents were not, and the truth of that was apparent even from a young age. Still the elderly couple had cared for him, seen him raised as a warrior, and helped him when the gift of the gods began to manifest. There was no way for them to teach him control, but the battles and raids gave him an outlet for the things which would happen at times.
The Valkyr stayed pretty much to himself because of those who feet he was cursed or using dark magic. When Rorik was fourteen (VSY), a group of men from the village came to burn him and his, parents, at the stake. It was in a fit of rage, panic, and fear he killed them all without touching them. They all fell to the ground, their throats crushed. Scared of what he had done, Rorik ran away, never to return unless he do the same to the ones he loved.
Stowing away on some offworlder's flying box, the Valkyr made it to a large city planet where he could hide. Most did not look like him, but the planet was so diverse his appearance meant nothing. He learned to steal in order to survive. Other weapons were discovered, though the blunt brutality of an axe was still his preferred method. Random jobs keep him fed, and his wits keep him alive.
SHIP:
Not yet
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
