Post by Tharon Clornik on Feb 25, 2007 9:02:36 GMT -5
Name: Tharon Clornik
Age: 39
Race: Dwarf
Gender: male
Alliegance: First to his people, the dwarves and then to the Varden and their cause
Birthplace: Orthiad
Hometown: Tronjheim
Clan: Swaksmir (hunters)
Du Edoc'sil?: no
Hair//Eye//Skin color: long Dark Brown hair and beard; Deep brown eyes (look like rocks); light fair pale skin (lived in caves or in dense forests most of life)
Height: 3' 11"
Weight: 256 (272 with armor)
Description: Short and heavy. He has a long raggedy beard and equally long raggedy hair. He is usually wearing either his chainmail or traditional dwarven robes.
He is very cheery, hearty, and stubborn. He always wants to make someone laugh or be happy but if it comes to the time when he needs to be serious he can be. Another note to mention is that along with being very childish, he is very unforgiving.
Weapon of Choice: double edged battle axe
Magial Experience: none
Languages: Common, very little Ancient (greetings and such)Dwarven
Occupation: King
Literacy: read
Past History: He grew up as just a simple child. He listened to his father, hunted, learned his clan's values and beliefs. At a very young age he began to take an extreme interest in his clan's beliefs and became a very valued speaker and leader in the clan. At twenty he decided to take a pilgrimage trip to Tronjheim for a clan meeting. He liked what he saw and enjoyed the sights. He stopped by the training barracks and spotted a rather talented dwarf. Tharon approached him and explained that he was there for the clan meeting as a swaksmir and that he did not know how to fight.
At first the dwarf ignored Tharon but later in the week he spotted the dwarf wondering the caverns and talked to him "I will teach you, but I can not teach you in days. You must stay." Tharon agreed and they exchanged names. His was Orik. They agreed to meet everyday after supper in the barracks unless one could not make the meeting.
Over the years Tharon was a good student and did most everything his teacher told him. Soon they became good friends and became very trusted associates. They went to many meetings together to discuss their individual clans' plans for expantion and even some meetings for the entire government. Once or twice at those meetings Tharon had a chance to meet with Hrothgar.
Unfortunately only about 15 years or more later Hrothgar was killed. Not 3 months later Orik was elected by the leaders of the clans to take Hrothgar's position as king of the dwarves. Only a month or two after that the head of Swaksmir passed away and Tharon was the only person with the common sense to take over his duties until someone was appointed. Whether it was fate, a stroke of luck, or someone simply didn't care, Tharon was never relieved of his duties and people began to call him sir and such.
Tharon quickly informed Orik of his new status, and within a couple of months, Tharon had been approved as Orik's succsessor. Though he never thought he would have to assume duties seeing as Orik wasn't much older than Tharon and he was much more qualified.
Tharon was one of the many that celebrated Galbatorix's death and mourned the disappearance of the Varden's two eldest riders. Not too long after the incident Meru revealed herself as the Queen of Alagaesia. Regretfully only days after her announcement, Orik was assasinated and Tharon took the throne.
Introduction: "So there alive then?" Tharon asked quizitively. He was on his throne as his mesenger informed him that Iio and Syra have found their way back over the Beors, a darn miracle. And even better, they had brought with them some kind of winged elf things that called themsleves the Kreeshone, lead by a Serth Vyou.
"Well I'll be darned. That's gotta be the best news we've had over here in years!" he exclaimed.
"Uh... sir?" his messenger was easily confused but Tharon's freespirited personality.
Tharon remember that he was supposed to be serioused so he put on his uptight expression and grunted before correcting himself "Oh right. That is good news. You're dismissed." AS soon as he left the room Tharon began giggling. "Oh that never gets old."
Age: 39
Race: Dwarf
Gender: male
Alliegance: First to his people, the dwarves and then to the Varden and their cause
Birthplace: Orthiad
Hometown: Tronjheim
Clan: Swaksmir (hunters)
Du Edoc'sil?: no
Hair//Eye//Skin color: long Dark Brown hair and beard; Deep brown eyes (look like rocks); light fair pale skin (lived in caves or in dense forests most of life)
Height: 3' 11"
Weight: 256 (272 with armor)
Description: Short and heavy. He has a long raggedy beard and equally long raggedy hair. He is usually wearing either his chainmail or traditional dwarven robes.
He is very cheery, hearty, and stubborn. He always wants to make someone laugh or be happy but if it comes to the time when he needs to be serious he can be. Another note to mention is that along with being very childish, he is very unforgiving.
Weapon of Choice: double edged battle axe
Magial Experience: none
Languages: Common, very little Ancient (greetings and such)Dwarven
Occupation: King
Literacy: read
Past History: He grew up as just a simple child. He listened to his father, hunted, learned his clan's values and beliefs. At a very young age he began to take an extreme interest in his clan's beliefs and became a very valued speaker and leader in the clan. At twenty he decided to take a pilgrimage trip to Tronjheim for a clan meeting. He liked what he saw and enjoyed the sights. He stopped by the training barracks and spotted a rather talented dwarf. Tharon approached him and explained that he was there for the clan meeting as a swaksmir and that he did not know how to fight.
At first the dwarf ignored Tharon but later in the week he spotted the dwarf wondering the caverns and talked to him "I will teach you, but I can not teach you in days. You must stay." Tharon agreed and they exchanged names. His was Orik. They agreed to meet everyday after supper in the barracks unless one could not make the meeting.
Over the years Tharon was a good student and did most everything his teacher told him. Soon they became good friends and became very trusted associates. They went to many meetings together to discuss their individual clans' plans for expantion and even some meetings for the entire government. Once or twice at those meetings Tharon had a chance to meet with Hrothgar.
Unfortunately only about 15 years or more later Hrothgar was killed. Not 3 months later Orik was elected by the leaders of the clans to take Hrothgar's position as king of the dwarves. Only a month or two after that the head of Swaksmir passed away and Tharon was the only person with the common sense to take over his duties until someone was appointed. Whether it was fate, a stroke of luck, or someone simply didn't care, Tharon was never relieved of his duties and people began to call him sir and such.
Tharon quickly informed Orik of his new status, and within a couple of months, Tharon had been approved as Orik's succsessor. Though he never thought he would have to assume duties seeing as Orik wasn't much older than Tharon and he was much more qualified.
Tharon was one of the many that celebrated Galbatorix's death and mourned the disappearance of the Varden's two eldest riders. Not too long after the incident Meru revealed herself as the Queen of Alagaesia. Regretfully only days after her announcement, Orik was assasinated and Tharon took the throne.
Introduction: "So there alive then?" Tharon asked quizitively. He was on his throne as his mesenger informed him that Iio and Syra have found their way back over the Beors, a darn miracle. And even better, they had brought with them some kind of winged elf things that called themsleves the Kreeshone, lead by a Serth Vyou.
"Well I'll be darned. That's gotta be the best news we've had over here in years!" he exclaimed.
"Uh... sir?" his messenger was easily confused but Tharon's freespirited personality.
Tharon remember that he was supposed to be serioused so he put on his uptight expression and grunted before correcting himself "Oh right. That is good news. You're dismissed." AS soon as he left the room Tharon began giggling. "Oh that never gets old."
