Blood.Thirster's Characters
Name : Tz'trom Crom'sha Race & Gender: Human (Norsecan) Male Age - Actual and Apparent: 38, 46 Height & Build: 207cm tall, toned. Hair & Eyes: Bald (Or very closely cut) with a Black beard that hangs to his chest, Green eyes. Physical Description: Tz'trom, although naturally tall, stands proudly, which only adds to his commanding presence. Although at his height, he is surprisingly agile, and quick on his feet. He has a slender figure, not thin, so to say, but sinewy. He does not have the lumbering bulk of a Chaos Chosen, but the lean, slender body of a killer trained in harsh conditions. He is strong, and looks to be that way. When one looks upon him, they would tell from his facial features that he is Norsecan bred, with savagely handsome features, ruined with the scars of battle. He wears few clothing, preferring not to get caught up in it in a time of need. He wears light leather boots, worn, though not useless, from ages of travel. A thin, brown pair of pants covers his legs, and atop them a thick black belt, adorned with symbols of chaos and trophies of past victims. A plate arm piece adorns his right arm, stretching from his silvery pauldron, to his fingertips. Etched onto the pauldron's surface are symbols of Tzeentch, which Tz'trom carved himself, when embracing his deity. His stomach is protected from attack by a small buckler-esque device, it's attached via leather straps that run over his back, and is held in place by his belt. He wears the helmet of a fallen Lord of Chaos, it almost looks Gladiatorial. When not in the field of battle, he wears a thick pelt, made of Chaos hound fur. Career & General Skills: Tz'trom is what the Southling Imperialists would call a Marauder, he has extensive battle experience against plenty of enemies. He is especially skilled with his axe, a large weapon that the imperialists would require both arms to weild, but he is talented at using it in his right hand. He commands well, as he was a General in the old Invicto army. Weapons:His axe, a cruelly designed weapon with a razor sharp, serated edge is his weapon of preference, and has been for most of his life. It hangs from a leather loop attached to his belt. Although no Champion is ever lacking for another means to kill, he carries a short sword that is attached to his back, he rarely uses it and it is rarely needed, but if it ever is, it is at the ready. Armour: Tz'trom wears little to no armour, as he believes that it slows him down. He does wear the plate mail on his right arm and the buckler at his stomach, incase the worst should happen. Equipment: A thick fur pelt to keep him warm, as best it can. Tz'trom has always preferred to travel light. Personality Description: Tz'trom is an arrogant, narcissistic man, who believes it should be he who wears the title of Sol Invictus. Although he thinks highly of his abilities, he was born to serve and holds a high respect for authority and power, he will always obey an order, especially if it involves risks. He is quick to make fun of his comrades, in an easy manner, although at the wrong words he will anger quickly, in defence of his honour. This is known by his older warrior companions, yet not so much by the newer recruits of Invicto. Background: Born to a Kurgan tribe, Tz'trom was raised in the art of battle from a young age. His father, a great warrior of his tribe, taught Tz'trom everything he knew. Tz'trom's thirst for knowledge was known throughout his tribe, and he quickly rose to be respected. One winter, when he was 16 years old, Tz'trom had been refused to go on a raid of a Kislevite village, due to his health. He hated his body for being so weak as to not be able to fight off plague and went into a huge rage, knocking his closest friend out in his fury. Weakened from the outburst and the virus, he fell into a coma. He awoke 3 weeks later, to the news that his father had been killed in the raid. Furious with himself, and his father for being weak, he left the tribe, shamed of his family name. He wondered the North until he stumbled upon a wandering warband. They looked fierce and battle hardened and soon he was among their ranks. The war-band was called Invicto, and was lead by an awe inspiring man, Osiris. He cut through his enemies with the power of which Tz'trom had never seen before. He strived to lead the charge and kill the most men in every village Invicto descended upon. He caught Osiris' eye and was made a General at the ripe age of 20, the youngest there, yet his rank was not con-*test*-('")ed, because his fellow's respected him. He followed Osiris on his quest for power into the Chaos Wastes and was stunned when Invicto was destroyed. He returned to the barren snowswept land north of Kislev and joined a roaming band of marauders, soon challenging their leader to one on one combat. He bested the man with pathetic ease and now leads them on raids down into the empire, striking deeper every year. Religion: Tz'trom follows Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways. Goals: To claim what Osiris and his father could not, Power. Magical Ability: None, at present.
Name : Tz'trom Crom'sha Race & Gender: Human (Norsecan) Male Age - Actual and Apparent: 38, 46 Height & Build: 207cm tall, toned. Hair & Eyes: Bald (Or very closely cut) with a Black beard that hangs to his chest, Green eyes. Physical Description: Tz'trom, although naturally tall, stands proudly, which only adds to his commanding presence. Although at his height, he is surprisingly agile, and quick on his feet. He has a slender figure, not thin, so to say, but sinewy. He does not have the lumbering bulk of a Chaos Chosen, but the lean, slender body of a killer trained in harsh conditions. He is strong, and looks to be that way. When one looks upon him, they would tell from his facial features that he is Norsecan bred, with savagely handsome features, ruined with the scars of battle. He wears few clothing, preferring not to get caught up in it in a time of need. He wears light leather boots, worn, though not useless, from ages of travel. A thin, brown pair of pants covers his legs, and atop them a thick black belt, adorned with symbols of chaos and trophies of past victims. A plate arm piece adorns his right arm, stretching from his silvery pauldron, to his fingertips. Etched onto the pauldron's surface are symbols of Tzeentch, which Tz'trom carved himself, when embracing his deity. His stomach is protected from attack by a small buckler-esque device, it's attached via leather straps that run over his back, and is held in place by his belt. He wears the helmet of a fallen Lord of Chaos, it almost looks Gladiatorial. When not in the field of battle, he wears a thick pelt, made of Chaos hound fur. Career & General Skills: Tz'trom is what the Southling Imperialists would call a Marauder, he has extensive battle experience against plenty of enemies. He is especially skilled with his axe, a large weapon that the imperialists would require both arms to weild, but he is talented at using it in his right hand. He commands well, as he was a General in the old Invicto army. Weapons:His axe, a cruelly designed weapon with a razor sharp, serated edge is his weapon of preference, and has been for most of his life. It hangs from a leather loop attached to his belt. Although no Champion is ever lacking for another means to kill, he carries a short sword that is attached to his back, he rarely uses it and it is rarely needed, but if it ever is, it is at the ready. Armour: Tz'trom wears little to no armour, as he believes that it slows him down. He does wear the plate mail on his right arm and the buckler at his stomach, incase the worst should happen. Equipment: A thick fur pelt to keep him warm, as best it can. Tz'trom has always preferred to travel light. Personality Description: Tz'trom is an arrogant, narcissistic man, who believes it should be he who wears the title of Sol Invictus. Although he thinks highly of his abilities, he was born to serve and holds a high respect for authority and power, he will always obey an order, especially if it involves risks. He is quick to make fun of his comrades, in an easy manner, although at the wrong words he will anger quickly, in defence of his honour. This is known by his older warrior companions, yet not so much by the newer recruits of Invicto. Background: Born to a Kurgan tribe, Tz'trom was raised in the art of battle from a young age. His father, a great warrior of his tribe, taught Tz'trom everything he knew. Tz'trom's thirst for knowledge was known throughout his tribe, and he quickly rose to be respected. One winter, when he was 16 years old, Tz'trom had been refused to go on a raid of a Kislevite village, due to his health. He hated his body for being so weak as to not be able to fight off plague and went into a huge rage, knocking his closest friend out in his fury. Weakened from the outburst and the virus, he fell into a coma. He awoke 3 weeks later, to the news that his father had been killed in the raid. Furious with himself, and his father for being weak, he left the tribe, shamed of his family name. He wondered the North until he stumbled upon a wandering warband. They looked fierce and battle hardened and soon he was among their ranks. The war-band was called Invicto, and was lead by an awe inspiring man, Osiris. He cut through his enemies with the power of which Tz'trom had never seen before. He strived to lead the charge and kill the most men in every village Invicto descended upon. He caught Osiris' eye and was made a General at the ripe age of 20, the youngest there, yet his rank was not con-*test*-('")ed, because his fellow's respected him. He followed Osiris on his quest for power into the Chaos Wastes and was stunned when Invicto was destroyed. He returned to the barren snowswept land north of Kislev and joined a roaming band of marauders, soon challenging their leader to one on one combat. He bested the man with pathetic ease and now leads them on raids down into the empire, striking deeper every year. Religion: Tz'trom follows Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways. Goals: To claim what Osiris and his father could not, Power. Magical Ability: None, at present.