Post by historybug on Nov 2, 2010 20:57:41 GMT -5
Name: Trojan Duncan Wavedog
( Duncan: “Anglicized form of the Gaelic name Donnchadh meaning "brown warrior", derived from Gaelic donn "brown" and cath "warrior".” [From http://www.behindthename.com] )
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Species: Sea Otter
Marital Status: Single. He never really had his eyes on anyone, and his “Single-ness” became even worse when he was banished. He felt too ashamed to even consider thinking about it. He’s sure that in the past, others had crushes on him, but he treated them all equally polite and moved on.
Position and Home: Trojan used to be a proud Commander and warrior, but due to the course of events, he is now a banished, branded, wandering fighter.
Strengths:
~Fighting
Trojan is a born warrior. His father was a warrior; his father’s father was a warrior, and so on. The blood of a fighter runs in his veins. With or without a weapon, Trojan is a deadly contender. His skills with a blade a superb and his quarter-staffing is exceptional. His traditional weapon is his trusty javelin. It has never failed him. He has deadly accuracy, aided by his keen eyes, but will occasionally miss from time to time just like anybeast.
~Strategic Mind
Trojan has a brilliant mind for strategy. His witty mind is filled with tactics, reverse tactics, probability, and plans. That’s how Trojan thinks. Practically everything can be analyzed. This mindset gives him a great talent for improv. Anything can be made into a weapon, there is almost always a way in, out, or around anything.
~”Air of Command”
Trojan is a stunning leader. Back when he was younger, everyone always looked to him for leadership. They knew he would be loyal to the cause and lead them well. His “air of command” also assisted him in receiving his position as Commander. Now one doubted his words and his orders were obeyed with out question. Even now, Trojan still caries the “air of command”, but creatures don’t flock to him as they used to, because of his mark. None really trusts him anymore, at first glance at least.
Weaknesses:
~Low Self-Esteem
Ever since his banishment, Trojan has felt honor-less. Everything used to be about honor. He honored his late father’s memory as a solider. He honored his mother’s memory by being proud and honorable. He used to be good friends with the Governor of the land and a trusted Commander. But all of that disappeared when he tried to serve his country. He has no more pride, no more honor. He thinks of himself no highly than the traitor he was branded as.
~Minor Arthritis
Trojan is getting older in years. He knows this, and his body reminds him of it every now and then. After he uses his joints for long periods of time (like fighting or writing) they will ache and sting. It’s more annoying than it is painful, most of the time anyways…
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Trojan Duncan Wavedog is like his middle name describes, brown and warrior-like. He is a fairly tall (about 6”1’ if you prefer that sort of thing), but not monstrous. He is broad shouldered, and fairly muscular, but he has this gaunt look about him. He tries to maintain his old fighting shape even if he is no longer a soldier. He hates feeling “flabby” or “week”, but his main problem in maintaining his shape is the fact he has to forage for his food. It’s not like he can walk into a home and ask for a meal. His brand puts off creatures and he would never ask for something he doesn’t believe he deserves. So he finds what he can, resulting in him losing a lot of his former weight and most of the extra fat on his body.
His fur was a mahogany brown with a creamy white underbelly that traces under his chin, down his throat, and over his stomach. His fur is now starting to fleck with splotches of gray, a visible sign of his aging. It is a tad bit thinner than the average Northern Sea Otter, as he was raised in the South, but it is still rather crusty. It isn’t smooth or soft, but rough and coarse, like he is not one unfamiliar to weather.
His eyes are a harsh gray. In his prime he had a piercing start that withered the confidence of anybeast and made them spill their deepest secrets. He still can give is famous Stone-glare, but he doesn’t much anymore. With his loss of pride and honor, Trojan doesn’t feel he has the authority anymore.
Trojan has no tattoos on his fur, but he does have a patch of fur that was burned away and never has grown back. A “T” shape burn scars Trojan’s right cheek, the mark of a Traitor. It doesn’t pain him physically, but it rips into his pride and stabs at his honor. Practically everybeast who sees the burn knows immediately what he is (or was punished for). He loathes it, but never tries to cover it up. He believes he deserves it.
When Trojan was banished, he was given his weapon and the clothes on his back. He has no more possessions. He wears a filthy old tan jerkin with creamy white (now gray from constant wear) leather strips around his paws; a simple black cloth belt bound about his waist. He also has a brownish-black cloak, that he was able to scrounge up during his wanderings, which has a very long hood under which Trojan hides his face in shame.
Trojan’s only weapon is his trusty javelin. It is made of a single piece of hard, sea washed wood with sharpened points. It’s longer than a short fighting javelin, but not to long that it’s impossible to fight with in close-combat. It’s about the size of a hefty quarterstaff with deadly points on either end. Trojan either carries it in his brown leather, shoulder holster, or uses it as a walking staff.
Personality:Trojan’s personality is common to that of a cold, battle hardened solider, but in a way, it isn’t.
Trojan is a fiercely loyal and courageous creature, brought up on the thought that duty, honor, and chivalry were life, and without them you had nothing. He has a fierce loyalty to his country, even if they banished him, and knows that self-sacrifice is sometimes necessary if it is for the better good. He believes that those who enforce the law of the land are also subject to the same law and is willing to pay the price of his wrongs. Trojan also believes that if a government is not acting properly that the people under its reign have a right and the duty to do the right thing.
However, Trojan is a very “defeated” creature. His pride has been shattered. He knew that what he had done was for the better good, even if the Governor had especially ordered him not too. But that did not stop his pain. He has no honor now. His duty still stands, but for what? No one wants him anymore. He is a broken otter. Trojan had done the right thing and suffered the consequences. Trojan never wants to go back. No one would trust him anymore. Trojan has nothing, his life means nothing, or so he thinks...
History:Trojan Duncan Wavedog was born to Nolan Miles Wavedog and Rosalind Wavedog in a well developed town way down in the Southeast. This town…is more of a fortified city. The town was built along a river where it entered the Great Eastern Sea. Over time as the town grew, the elected council and the elected Governor, decided that to protect the town from the constant vermin raids, a wall was to be built around the city. So a large and thick wall was built around the city and the creatures inside flourished and the city was called Rivtown.
At that time an army was also created for the city. Its job was to police the city, guard the walls, work the gates, and defend the city when it was in need. Although the army is actually called the Rivtown Regiment, everybeast just calls it the Guard.
A long, long time passed before the city was introduced to Trojan. His father, Nolan, was a member of the Guard and good friend of the current Governor (Bolivar the Badger) and his mother was a well respected member of the community. They were well known around the entire city and honored by all.
So Trojan grew up around honor, respect, and duty. His father taught him to be proud, yet to walk with humility. Trojan loved his father very much and it hurt him deeply when died defending the city in battle when Trojan was 7.
Trojan mourned for his father for a long time along with the city. But he would not allow himself to live in despair. He was the man of the house now; he had a duty to his mother and his city, just like his father did. So after his school day ended, Trojan (9) would get small jobs around town to help his mother, while gaining respect among the community.
When Trojan was old enough (18), he joined the Guard just like his father. He was an undoubtedly brilliant solider and cunning leader. He quickly rose through the ranks so that by the age of 31 he was the Commander of the Rivtown Regiment; just after his mother passed away gently of old age.
It was during his years of command that a large vermin horde attacked Rivtown. The attack was so quick and sudden that Trojan (32) had to use all of his wit and cunning to keep the city from falling under the first charge. Trojan and the Guard were able to keep the vermin at bay, but the vermin were determined not to give up and placed the city under siege for nearly half a season. They cut off all supply routes. Nothing could get in or out of Rivtown.
Trojan knew they had to do something and fast. He knew that the city could not stand forever while its resources dwindled. The vermin had the upper hand in this situation. They could send for more supplies and more troops, where Rivtown could not. After studying the vermin patterns for the longest time, Trojan discovered a weakness. A night, a patrol guard that blocked off one of the smaller gates on the northern wall had the tendency to slack off a bit. Not willing to let this opportunity pass, Trojan was ready to lead a small task force to take back the gate then weaken the vermin army from the inside out.
Governor Bolivar absolutely apposed the idea. During their private meeting, Bolivar told Trojan that he would not allow such reckless behavior. They could lose valuable soldiers that they could not spare. Trojan counter-argued that this was the only way of stopping this siege unless Bolivar wanted to watch everybeast in the city either die of starvation or by the sword of the enemy.
But Bolivar would not listen. He gave Trojan explicit orders not to go through with the plan. Trojan however, knew better. Not telling anybeast about what happened in the meeting; he gathered an attack force and snuck out during the night.
Not only was the attack force successful in taking the small Northern Gate, but they also sunk the vermin ships and led the rest of the guard on a charge that wiped out the rest of the vermin, while no Guard member died.
Everyone celebrated; Trojan had saved Rivtown! But the celebrations died down quickly as Trojan was escorted by the armed Guard members that worked for the Governor and the Council to the Courts. (The buildings in which the Council and the Governor worked)
Governor Bolivar berated Trojan as he was bound and was force to kneel before the Council. Why had he done this? He knew that he was told not too! Even if none of the Guard died, how many could have with his reckless actions? Trojan was an insubordinate traitor to his city. Did he deny the accusations against him?
Trojan replied saying that he was a traitor. He disobeyed direct orders. None of the rest of the Guard should be punished, they were only following orders. He was the guilty one. But it had to be done, for the good of Rivtown.
The normal penalty in this land for a crime of this magnitude was death. However, the Council could not kill the hero that just saved the city, but they could also not leave his deed unpunished. So the Council declared that Trojan was to be stripped of his rank and command, branded a Traitor and banished upon penalty of death. In 8 years time, if Trojan would so chose, he could return to Rivtown to be tried against a jury and if that jury found him not guilty he could return, but would never be allowed to hold a position on the Council or in the Guard. If the jury found him guilty that he would be banished again, this time for life.
Trojan, although he could not show it, was crushed. He knew that he would have to face the consequences for his actions, but now it was not his life that was taken but worse, the very thing he was razed on and held dear, his honor.
Trojan was led to one of the city’s blacksmiths and was branded with a red hot poker, in the shape of the letter “T”, on his right check. He was then led to the Northern gate, relieved of his uniform, given a new set of clothing and his javelin, and then released.
The Guard, recently informed of what had happened filled to the top of the wall, all watching their great Commander’s departure. Trojan could feel the multitude of eyes following him. Upon reaching the top of a small sand dune, Trojan turned and faced his former city. Razing his javelin in a warrior’s salute, he roared the regiment’s war cry for the last time.
“RRRRRIIIIIIVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!!”
Trojan has never seen his home city since. Trojan has wandered around the land North of Rivtown for over 8 years, and never thought once about going back to be trialed. He wouldn’t be able to stand the shame he brought to his family’s name. He also avoided every town he came across. He didn’t feel he was honorable enough enter; either that or he was driven out because of his brand.
Trojan does not regret what he did. He had a duty to protect his city and he did, even at the cost of his honor. And he knew that he had to face the consequences. He wouldn’t have accepted anything less. Too not be punished would have been worse humiliation than banishment. Because then Trojan would be denying the rules that he upheld and enforced all his life, and if the enforcers do not follow their own rules, than what are the rules? They are nothing.
So that is where Trojan is to this day. Wandering about the wild places, branded and alone.
Codeword Martin the Warrior
( Duncan: “Anglicized form of the Gaelic name Donnchadh meaning "brown warrior", derived from Gaelic donn "brown" and cath "warrior".” [From http://www.behindthename.com] )
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Species: Sea Otter
Marital Status: Single. He never really had his eyes on anyone, and his “Single-ness” became even worse when he was banished. He felt too ashamed to even consider thinking about it. He’s sure that in the past, others had crushes on him, but he treated them all equally polite and moved on.
Position and Home: Trojan used to be a proud Commander and warrior, but due to the course of events, he is now a banished, branded, wandering fighter.
Strengths:
~Fighting
Trojan is a born warrior. His father was a warrior; his father’s father was a warrior, and so on. The blood of a fighter runs in his veins. With or without a weapon, Trojan is a deadly contender. His skills with a blade a superb and his quarter-staffing is exceptional. His traditional weapon is his trusty javelin. It has never failed him. He has deadly accuracy, aided by his keen eyes, but will occasionally miss from time to time just like anybeast.
~Strategic Mind
Trojan has a brilliant mind for strategy. His witty mind is filled with tactics, reverse tactics, probability, and plans. That’s how Trojan thinks. Practically everything can be analyzed. This mindset gives him a great talent for improv. Anything can be made into a weapon, there is almost always a way in, out, or around anything.
~”Air of Command”
Trojan is a stunning leader. Back when he was younger, everyone always looked to him for leadership. They knew he would be loyal to the cause and lead them well. His “air of command” also assisted him in receiving his position as Commander. Now one doubted his words and his orders were obeyed with out question. Even now, Trojan still caries the “air of command”, but creatures don’t flock to him as they used to, because of his mark. None really trusts him anymore, at first glance at least.
Weaknesses:
~Low Self-Esteem
Ever since his banishment, Trojan has felt honor-less. Everything used to be about honor. He honored his late father’s memory as a solider. He honored his mother’s memory by being proud and honorable. He used to be good friends with the Governor of the land and a trusted Commander. But all of that disappeared when he tried to serve his country. He has no more pride, no more honor. He thinks of himself no highly than the traitor he was branded as.
~Minor Arthritis
Trojan is getting older in years. He knows this, and his body reminds him of it every now and then. After he uses his joints for long periods of time (like fighting or writing) they will ache and sting. It’s more annoying than it is painful, most of the time anyways…
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Trojan Duncan Wavedog is like his middle name describes, brown and warrior-like. He is a fairly tall (about 6”1’ if you prefer that sort of thing), but not monstrous. He is broad shouldered, and fairly muscular, but he has this gaunt look about him. He tries to maintain his old fighting shape even if he is no longer a soldier. He hates feeling “flabby” or “week”, but his main problem in maintaining his shape is the fact he has to forage for his food. It’s not like he can walk into a home and ask for a meal. His brand puts off creatures and he would never ask for something he doesn’t believe he deserves. So he finds what he can, resulting in him losing a lot of his former weight and most of the extra fat on his body.
His fur was a mahogany brown with a creamy white underbelly that traces under his chin, down his throat, and over his stomach. His fur is now starting to fleck with splotches of gray, a visible sign of his aging. It is a tad bit thinner than the average Northern Sea Otter, as he was raised in the South, but it is still rather crusty. It isn’t smooth or soft, but rough and coarse, like he is not one unfamiliar to weather.
His eyes are a harsh gray. In his prime he had a piercing start that withered the confidence of anybeast and made them spill their deepest secrets. He still can give is famous Stone-glare, but he doesn’t much anymore. With his loss of pride and honor, Trojan doesn’t feel he has the authority anymore.
Trojan has no tattoos on his fur, but he does have a patch of fur that was burned away and never has grown back. A “T” shape burn scars Trojan’s right cheek, the mark of a Traitor. It doesn’t pain him physically, but it rips into his pride and stabs at his honor. Practically everybeast who sees the burn knows immediately what he is (or was punished for). He loathes it, but never tries to cover it up. He believes he deserves it.
When Trojan was banished, he was given his weapon and the clothes on his back. He has no more possessions. He wears a filthy old tan jerkin with creamy white (now gray from constant wear) leather strips around his paws; a simple black cloth belt bound about his waist. He also has a brownish-black cloak, that he was able to scrounge up during his wanderings, which has a very long hood under which Trojan hides his face in shame.
Trojan’s only weapon is his trusty javelin. It is made of a single piece of hard, sea washed wood with sharpened points. It’s longer than a short fighting javelin, but not to long that it’s impossible to fight with in close-combat. It’s about the size of a hefty quarterstaff with deadly points on either end. Trojan either carries it in his brown leather, shoulder holster, or uses it as a walking staff.
Personality:Trojan’s personality is common to that of a cold, battle hardened solider, but in a way, it isn’t.
Trojan is a fiercely loyal and courageous creature, brought up on the thought that duty, honor, and chivalry were life, and without them you had nothing. He has a fierce loyalty to his country, even if they banished him, and knows that self-sacrifice is sometimes necessary if it is for the better good. He believes that those who enforce the law of the land are also subject to the same law and is willing to pay the price of his wrongs. Trojan also believes that if a government is not acting properly that the people under its reign have a right and the duty to do the right thing.
However, Trojan is a very “defeated” creature. His pride has been shattered. He knew that what he had done was for the better good, even if the Governor had especially ordered him not too. But that did not stop his pain. He has no honor now. His duty still stands, but for what? No one wants him anymore. He is a broken otter. Trojan had done the right thing and suffered the consequences. Trojan never wants to go back. No one would trust him anymore. Trojan has nothing, his life means nothing, or so he thinks...
History:Trojan Duncan Wavedog was born to Nolan Miles Wavedog and Rosalind Wavedog in a well developed town way down in the Southeast. This town…is more of a fortified city. The town was built along a river where it entered the Great Eastern Sea. Over time as the town grew, the elected council and the elected Governor, decided that to protect the town from the constant vermin raids, a wall was to be built around the city. So a large and thick wall was built around the city and the creatures inside flourished and the city was called Rivtown.
At that time an army was also created for the city. Its job was to police the city, guard the walls, work the gates, and defend the city when it was in need. Although the army is actually called the Rivtown Regiment, everybeast just calls it the Guard.
A long, long time passed before the city was introduced to Trojan. His father, Nolan, was a member of the Guard and good friend of the current Governor (Bolivar the Badger) and his mother was a well respected member of the community. They were well known around the entire city and honored by all.
So Trojan grew up around honor, respect, and duty. His father taught him to be proud, yet to walk with humility. Trojan loved his father very much and it hurt him deeply when died defending the city in battle when Trojan was 7.
Trojan mourned for his father for a long time along with the city. But he would not allow himself to live in despair. He was the man of the house now; he had a duty to his mother and his city, just like his father did. So after his school day ended, Trojan (9) would get small jobs around town to help his mother, while gaining respect among the community.
When Trojan was old enough (18), he joined the Guard just like his father. He was an undoubtedly brilliant solider and cunning leader. He quickly rose through the ranks so that by the age of 31 he was the Commander of the Rivtown Regiment; just after his mother passed away gently of old age.
It was during his years of command that a large vermin horde attacked Rivtown. The attack was so quick and sudden that Trojan (32) had to use all of his wit and cunning to keep the city from falling under the first charge. Trojan and the Guard were able to keep the vermin at bay, but the vermin were determined not to give up and placed the city under siege for nearly half a season. They cut off all supply routes. Nothing could get in or out of Rivtown.
Trojan knew they had to do something and fast. He knew that the city could not stand forever while its resources dwindled. The vermin had the upper hand in this situation. They could send for more supplies and more troops, where Rivtown could not. After studying the vermin patterns for the longest time, Trojan discovered a weakness. A night, a patrol guard that blocked off one of the smaller gates on the northern wall had the tendency to slack off a bit. Not willing to let this opportunity pass, Trojan was ready to lead a small task force to take back the gate then weaken the vermin army from the inside out.
Governor Bolivar absolutely apposed the idea. During their private meeting, Bolivar told Trojan that he would not allow such reckless behavior. They could lose valuable soldiers that they could not spare. Trojan counter-argued that this was the only way of stopping this siege unless Bolivar wanted to watch everybeast in the city either die of starvation or by the sword of the enemy.
But Bolivar would not listen. He gave Trojan explicit orders not to go through with the plan. Trojan however, knew better. Not telling anybeast about what happened in the meeting; he gathered an attack force and snuck out during the night.
Not only was the attack force successful in taking the small Northern Gate, but they also sunk the vermin ships and led the rest of the guard on a charge that wiped out the rest of the vermin, while no Guard member died.
Everyone celebrated; Trojan had saved Rivtown! But the celebrations died down quickly as Trojan was escorted by the armed Guard members that worked for the Governor and the Council to the Courts. (The buildings in which the Council and the Governor worked)
Governor Bolivar berated Trojan as he was bound and was force to kneel before the Council. Why had he done this? He knew that he was told not too! Even if none of the Guard died, how many could have with his reckless actions? Trojan was an insubordinate traitor to his city. Did he deny the accusations against him?
Trojan replied saying that he was a traitor. He disobeyed direct orders. None of the rest of the Guard should be punished, they were only following orders. He was the guilty one. But it had to be done, for the good of Rivtown.
The normal penalty in this land for a crime of this magnitude was death. However, the Council could not kill the hero that just saved the city, but they could also not leave his deed unpunished. So the Council declared that Trojan was to be stripped of his rank and command, branded a Traitor and banished upon penalty of death. In 8 years time, if Trojan would so chose, he could return to Rivtown to be tried against a jury and if that jury found him not guilty he could return, but would never be allowed to hold a position on the Council or in the Guard. If the jury found him guilty that he would be banished again, this time for life.
Trojan, although he could not show it, was crushed. He knew that he would have to face the consequences for his actions, but now it was not his life that was taken but worse, the very thing he was razed on and held dear, his honor.
Trojan was led to one of the city’s blacksmiths and was branded with a red hot poker, in the shape of the letter “T”, on his right check. He was then led to the Northern gate, relieved of his uniform, given a new set of clothing and his javelin, and then released.
The Guard, recently informed of what had happened filled to the top of the wall, all watching their great Commander’s departure. Trojan could feel the multitude of eyes following him. Upon reaching the top of a small sand dune, Trojan turned and faced his former city. Razing his javelin in a warrior’s salute, he roared the regiment’s war cry for the last time.
“RRRRRIIIIIIVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!!”
Trojan has never seen his home city since. Trojan has wandered around the land North of Rivtown for over 8 years, and never thought once about going back to be trialed. He wouldn’t be able to stand the shame he brought to his family’s name. He also avoided every town he came across. He didn’t feel he was honorable enough enter; either that or he was driven out because of his brand.
Trojan does not regret what he did. He had a duty to protect his city and he did, even at the cost of his honor. And he knew that he had to face the consequences. He wouldn’t have accepted anything less. Too not be punished would have been worse humiliation than banishment. Because then Trojan would be denying the rules that he upheld and enforced all his life, and if the enforcers do not follow their own rules, than what are the rules? They are nothing.
So that is where Trojan is to this day. Wandering about the wild places, branded and alone.
Codeword Martin the Warrior
