Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Character Tomias Morsway



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Tomias has had a hard life and its shows. Tom is littered with injury at various stages of healing. He is protected only by the most limited of clothing and is often covered in muck and blood. Occasionally paints too since he has managed to nurse a talent for art even in his captivity. He often tries to make himself small and hunched, he hasn't stood at his full height in years.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Tom is quiet and shy, he has learned to make himself small and unheard and as such is not loud in voice or act. If he could he might dress in bright colours but until he is freed he will never know. He assumes that he is safest alone and has never really made friends. Friends are just something else that the masters could take away, despite all this though he does crave the stability of a person to rely on. For now, all he has is his masters, whichever person owns him at any given time. He is loyal to those who are kind to him even if he does not let himself feel kinship with them.

His memories of the past have given him a fear of fire which his masters are often willing to exploit.

There must have been a life before

Tom has been a slave for longer than he was free, He hardly remembers a life before the collar that screams incessantly in his mind and the sting of his master's punishment sticks and whips. When he can focus his mind long enough to cast back into his memories he can recall happiness. The warmth of kind hands upon him. Laughter from a brother he has long since lost. He remembers stories told and a warm bed. Paints and joy.

Then he remembers screams and blood. The burning of his home as slaughter came. Tom was too young to fully understand then but he understands now. Theirs was a small community in a distant place he hardly remembers. A place that was quiet ... until it was not. Then they were ripe for attack. Tom and his brother had nearly escaped the carnage. Natanias had been a resourceful one, he had found them a place to hide and he had found ways to keep Tom quiet. Only neither boy had counted upon the raiders sticking around and when they had emerged starving and thirsty after a day or so hidden away slavers had been waiting for them. That was when he was given the screaming collar. It rang with the memories of a decade or more of pained screaming. Hundreds of slaves had worn the collar and Tom heard each one.

He had to quickly learn to live without and work hard. He saw so much pain and death in his formative years. Many masters. Always with his brother beside him at least. Until suddenly he wasn't and Tom was dragged off alone. He fought then and so he was taught a lesson in pain. Nothing could be more agonising than watching his brother grow further and further away. Tom pleaded for what might have been years after that for a reunion with his brother but it never came and eventually, he gave up. Now he truly has nothing, he lives only because his masters do not permit him to die.

(WIP)

Strengths and Weaknesses
+Artistic:
+Tolerance for pain:
  • Shy:
  • Untaught and confused by life:
 

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