Post by Endicott on Dec 24, 2014 16:40:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Thomrasilelyn Surionis
Nickname(s): The Beggar, The Vagrant, The Vagabond
Race: Breton
Sex: Male
Age: 216
Birthplace: Daggerfall
Height: 5'11
Weight: 145lb
Eye Color: Golden Hazel
Hair Color: Grey-Black
Hair Style: Balding at the front, curly and wiry at the back (both sides unkempt).
Facial Hair: Rough, unkempt beard (very thick).
Skin Color: On the paler side
Build: Nimble, quick and agile but not strong.
Distinguishing Features: Well-Groomed Accent/Manner of Speaking, Heightened Vocabulary, Tattered Clothing, Unnerving grin
Profession: Serial Killer, Thief, Stalker, Murderer, Cannibal, All-Around Psychopath
Skills: Sneak, Pickpocket, Alchemy, Small Blades
Magic: Trained in a variety of Expert Destruction spells, all of which are frost-based.
Training: The Beggar, before his disowning from his noble family, was taught high-class etiquette; how to speak, how to walk, how to dress and how to live. All of this became useless once it was clear he was a deranged madman. Over time, he has taught himself how to be quiet in the shadows, where to cut with his blade, how to procure an item from a pocket and how to make a poison fit for the assassination of a king. As well as this, during his stint in the dark brotherhood, he was taught by a mage how to utilise frost spells to a powerful extent.
Other Abilities: Aside from his manner and dark charisma, none.
Apparel: The Beggar wears what were once his nobleman's clothing; a fine set of stitching reduced to tatters. Living in sewage and getting covered in blood has stained it to the point where it's original colours are no longer visible, and all the tears and rips that have been patched over make it look very little like the original outfit.
Weaponry: An old family heirloom; a long and sharp silver dagger, with his family crest on the bottom of the handle.
Other Equipment: The beggar carries nothing aside from the clothes on his back, the weapon in his coat and the words in his mouth.
Companions: Although he has taken various other paupers under his wing, none of them stay with him for long, and none are currently with him.
Affiliation: No-one but himself.
Religious Belief: Although he has consulted with Daedric cults and practiced some of their beliefs, he has no true belief other than in the systematic destruction of all systems.
Sexual Preference: Pansexual.
Relationship Status: Uninterested.
Personality: The beggar is an unstable madman. Any trace of the esteemed nobleman he was is gone, and has been replace by anger, greed, malice and hatred. The beggar is mysterious, and his actions and morals never seem to align in any particular direction. Outwardly, he'll appear civilised, caring and charming, but inside... well, inside doesn't matter.
Thomrasilelyn Surionis III was born to a wealthy and influential noble family in Daggerfall; one with great respect and power. Both he and his siblings were under pressure to fit in, as it were, and adopt the nature and behavior of other noblemen around them. It became clear at a young age, however, that Thomrasilelyn was not all there; he'd murdered several of the family pets and enjoyed the suffering of his siblings when he'd frame them for juvenile crimes. His family, although ashamed, tried to hide this as much as possible and sought all kinds of help from priests to master magi. Mages claimed he was disturbed, priests claimed he was possessed by demons, but it didn't matter; if he was possessed or disturbed, or both, nothing could expel the amount of demons lurking within his soul... His family were adamant the Oblivion Crisis began as a result of him due to how cruel and sadistic he was even as a young child.
Years went by and he was shaped to be another noble clone, sporting fine clothes and drinking finer wines. It was a sordid life of pathetic materialism and constant backstabbing, which in some ways appealed to Thomras, but the only feelings he felt were loathing, anger and disgust. Due to him being the eldest, he was expected to rise to the top of the family's business empire when his father passed on, but this was never going to be. During his adolescence, he got his first taste for blood when he beat his controlling father to death with the sharp edge of a ceremonial goblet. It was after this that he fled Daggerfall to escape persecution, leaving a note behind claiming that he had been kidnapped and that his attackers were the killers. This bought him time to get away and disappear forever...
Hating worldly possessions, he cared not for money and allowed his once-fine clothes to become torn, tattered, dirtied and ragged. Whenever money was necessary, he begged for it, often