Tormented Soles: A Tickling RPG (Character Sheets)

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Duke Diablo's Character

Name: Phoros Visgana
Age: 19
Gender: male
Race: Human

Description: 6' tall, this gigantic, muscular warrior has long, brown hair and a dark tan.
When not wearing his dark armor and a matching helmet, he likes to dress according to the latest court fashions. He has emerald-green eyes which always seem to look into your soul, trying to find your deepest secrets. If it comes to battle, he likes to engage his enemies with his broad, burnished Spathios sword in one hand, and his black leather Skutamos shield, adorned with red glyphs.

Bio: Born the illegitimate son of a duke and a peasant girl, Phoros barely escaped from his father's men when they came to his mother's house, searching for the 'proof of duke's adultery' only because the midwife hid him in a basket and ran away before they came.
The duke's soliders went to search for the midwife, but they were unable to find her for a few days. As for Phoros's mother, she was taken to duke's dungeon in secrecy to be interrogated about the whereabouts of her son.
A day later, an old veteran came to house where Phoros was born, looking for a place to rest and, if possible, food. He found Phoros there, and, judging by the carnage left in duke's soliders wake, he assumed that his parrents were killed and took the child away to teach him the way of the warrior.
Years passed, and young Phoros grew into a mighty warrior under the strict tutelage of the old warrior.
When he thought he was ready, the old man told Phoros of his real home and what he thought that happened to his parrents. Phoros wanted revenge, just as the old man expected. The old man told Phoros that he had taught him all that he could, but that would not be enough, yet.
Phoros needed a mighty weapon, if he wanted to take the duke and his host of soldiers down. A mighty weapon such as the one guarded by Ragylos, a retired warrior of old, and reputedly a sorcerer and a demon.
So, Phoros set out to recover the relic.
To accomplish this quest, he first needs to assemble a war party and sneak into Ragylos's Castrum.
Only then, with the fabled sword firmly in his grasp, will Phoros be able to take on his father's army, and become duke in his stead.

Misc. Info: Phoros, although evil in his heart, doesn't appear such at first glance. He is merry, cheerful and funny, at least while in public. He tries to manipulate people in his never-ending quest for power, use them to further his own goals, and they are often unaware of doing so. He likes to strike his enemies when they are most vunerable, waiting for his chance (and scheming all the time).

 

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DEV's Character

Name: Urgok.
Race: Half Elf, Half Human.
Age: 20
Height: 5'9"
Physical features: 5'9, muscular build, green eyes and shaggy brown hair.

Bio:
Urgok is the one of the many natural sons of a Rythian nobleman of Aygosian descent.

Rythia is the eastermost region of the Morean Empire, and its largest city, Al Tharaki, is just a few miles from the Varythian border.

Despite Geramorea's efforts to preserve western traditions, several older Varythian customs are still popular in Rythia - barely tolerated by imperial authorities.

One of such customs allows affluent men to marry as many women as they can support; only the first wife's children can trace a line to their father.

Sons from concubines can't claim a full share, but they traditionally get a small allowance - a tiny fraction of the full inheritance - as a parting gift, to help them in the outside world.

Urgok had no such luck: his mother was just a peasant. His father took her on a whim, and never recognized his son. As a result Urgok has little education away from the sword. He is also embittered to the customs and traditions of older generations. Though curiously thanks to his mother he is somewhat of a patriot when it comes to Aygos and its achievements.

So, Urgok had to go out and fend for himself, growing into a proud, pugnacious young man, and capable warrior.
Sometimes, his pride works against him, and despite his best intentions, Urgok finds himself tricked into embarassing situations. He also thinks himself to be a ladies man, anything that wears a skirt he chases though it usually brings about his downfall.

To hide his humble origins - and to overcome his inferiority complex - Urgok likes to wear expensive clothing, and will readily waste money on what he believes to be original Aygosian finery.
He actually spent a small fortune to get an Aygosian bow - and proudly carries it around, wherever he goes.

Urgok is now hoping to become a power greater than his father. He hopes by doing so he will change the ways of Aygomen and rid it of its injustices. He has a simple moral code which he addears to. In particular the rule which says he will not kill a person who he belives to an innocent. Mugging them however, is a completely different matter...

 

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Name: Maximos Valerios
Age: 24
Gender: male
Race: Human
Description:
Short black hair, slightly paleskin but varies depending time spent out in the open. Very dark Brown eyes. Broadshouldered. 1m70.
Wears a 'Magister Kentum' uniform and a decorated forge-moulded breastplate.
Tunic that is black and with red line at edges. Leather cover. Shinprotectors, wristprotectors. Open-faced Karea Helmet with a red plume. Garatios sword and ornated Vugios dagger attached to a Baratheos double belt.
Has a Bakulos.
At times, wears a black Kurgalas cloak, especially during winter. And gloves.

Bio:

Descending from a noble aristocratic family of Morea, young Maximos has followed the typical career of all men of his family.
He began a military career to gain prestige but also moral fiber, insight and experience.

Thanks to the influence of his family and his citizenship combined he easily became a Magister Kentum in the Morean Legions. Having campaigned in several regions, including against restless Althwyrans, rebelling slaves and pirates from Hybetia, Rythis and Vaskos, he has obtained considerable experience.
He strives to rise into the ranks of the officers, and wishes to, one day, lead Legions as a Magister Militum, or even better, a Magister Armum.
It is a long way to the top, though.

Being an honourable yet ambitious young man, showing great promise both politically and militarily, his family hopes he will reach great heights and become a Vadamor, or even a Geramor, one day.

However Maximos Valerios's made it clear his personal preferances are not of the same type. He merely wishes to become a Magister Armum, with a military Imperios as it is clear his specialties lie in that field.
The political machinations, the corruption and the dishonour of the Geramorea sometimes disgust him.


Misc. Info:

Maximos is a skilled swordsman.
He has great tactical and strategical insight.
He is very insightful in politics but is a bit lacking in diplomacy and tact.
He is rational, honourable but also ruthless and stubborn.
He and his family are very conservative and uphold the ideals of old.
He has one sibling, a younger brother who is more into governing the financial interest and assets of his family.
Maximos understands the value of this work but still thinks money as a main goal to be somewhat 'impure'.
He is most lenient and friendly with slaves. Unlike many noblemen he doesn't like to torture or mistreat prisoners or people unless his meaner edge appears or he is provoked/forced.
He sees the Morean civilization as superior to that of others.
For the rest he can be at times both 'Knightly' and bloodthirsty.

On a sidenote, Maximos wishes to bring back discipline to the slacking Legions; Tharagyan, in particular, are lagging behind, and Maximos thinks their efficiency has suffered as a result.

 

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AcornaMordor's Character

Status - Pending Review

Name: Francois du Marquis
Age: 25
Gender: Male (Yes yes I like to play Male characters. It's just easier to avoid getting groped. -.-
Race: Human
Description:
Curly auburn hair and blue eyes. Approximately 5'10"
Usual attire being a loose pair of travel-worn black pants and black manacles holding his wrists behind his back.
Barechested, barefoot, and clean shaven of any torso or facial hair for sheer appearance. His nipples are pierced with thin silver rings and a brand marks his left shoulder.

Bio:
A prisoner of war, now a slave, the young knight had been brought to the city in a caravan of slaves headed for the pens and the market.

Outside the city one night before they arrived, a zealot for some anti-slavery cause killed the sole slaver taking the caravan and freed the few slaves that had survived the trip in the arabian sun and desert. With no food or water left after the other slaves had looted and run, Francois stripped the slaver's corpse of his clothes which turned out to be too big in the waist and too short in the legs and arms. Discarding them thus, he wrapped himself up in his cloak and took the few small coins the man had hidden in his boots that the other frantic escapees had overlooked, and hurried into the city under the cover of night. He knew he must hide and wondered how long until news of the murder and escape would outrun him.
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