Terrowin Guthrie
Jan 10, 2012 15:48:31 GMT -5
Post by Terrowin Guthrie on Jan 10, 2012 15:48:31 GMT -5
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Name: Terrowin Jae Guthrie
Nicknames: Ter, Jae, Mr. Guthrie, That-guy-with-the-stubble
Age: 31 (Birthday - July 15th)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Physical Education Teacher
Powers: Ability to run, move, and think at super-human speed; often hindered due to an old wound on his left thigh.
Play By:Dominic Monaghan
The Details
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Murky teal/green
Any Piercings? Nope
Any Tattoos? A sword running along his back, directly over his spine.
Any Scars? Many from old scuffles, namely the large, ropy wound on his inner left thigh, which sometimes cripples his movement.
General Appearance: Along with scruffy blonde hair, a constant layer of dark stubble, and a wry, playful grin, Terrowin isn't the picture of your average teacher. He has a short, lean build, around 5'8" and weighing in at 140 lbs. He is, in a word, unkempt, although if reprimanded, he can look decent. He tends to wear neutral-colored t-shirts and jeans, with always-ragged shoes from his rapid movements. A few old, faded scars adorn his body, but none from recent skirmishes. A tattoo upon his back can be seen if he ever decides to go shirtless, which is rare, as his build isn't the most intimidating, and he feels self-conscious around bigger, broader men. He often wears several rings upon his fingers.
Personality: Mischievous and quick-witted, Terrowin is know for his erratic behavior, thirst for adventure, and knack for getting into trouble. His ability of super-human speed can make him impatient and quick-tempered, but his happy-go-lucky nature keeps him optimistic and cheery for the most part. He can be flirtatious and charming, but gets slapped more than kissed. His accent adds to his air of informality, but anyone that knows him is aware that behind his cheerful teal eyes and carefree smile is a man prepared for anything that may come his way. He doesn't enjoy serious fighting, but does believe in self-defense and knows that fighting is sometimes necessary.
He loves teaching students how to defend themselves and stay active, and is known for his encouraging and often creative way of educating his pupils. In his free time, he enjoys running, practicing martial arts, and spending time with his friends and students at the Institute. He is currently working on creating a Martial Arts Club.
He also has a love for nature, and takes regular hikes through the mountains of Vermont. He has a particular interest in birds, and has been known to take any interested students on bird-watching trips.
Your Vices
Likes:
- Martial arts
- Nature
- Teaching
- His students
- Birds
- Hiking/Adventures
- His ability
- Sarcasm
- Strong women
- Independence
Dislikes:
- Waiting in line (for ANYTHING)
- Cruelty to people and/or animals
- His crippled leg
- Too much noise
- Government
- Sitting for long periods of time
Strengths:
His biggest strength is his ability. He can move at speeds of up to 200 mph, though anything above 150 can cause him severe temporary discomfort. He is also very skilled in martial arts and wushu, having trained with masters while he lived in Australia (see History). He's very intelligent as well, in a quirky, sarcastic way, and enjoys challenges of any sort.
Weaknesses: As mentioned before, his abilities and movement are sometimes dampened or even paralyzed because of the old wound on his leg, which makes him more careful with his movements than he would be otherwise. His impatience can also lead him to getting into trouble, as much as he tries to control it. He isn't the strongest or biggest of people, and even with his expertise in martial arts, he can be beaten in combat by those larger than him.
Fears: Extreme heights, deep water, small spaces, and spiders.
Secret:His past failed relationship with a human woman.
Family Ties
Father: Jay Guthrie, alive
Mother: Abigail Guthrie, alive
Siblings: None
Any Other Important People:
- His old martial arts instructor, Derain
History
Terrowin grew up in a small town in southern Australia, an only child to a young married couple. His mother was (and still is) a self-employed artist, and his father worked as a farmer’s helper for anything that needed to get done on nearby plantations – baling hay, rounding up cattle, and the like. It was a simple life, but they were happy, and when Abigail gave birth to Terrowin, their life seemed complete. For the first eleven years of his life, they lived as any normal family, working everyday to get food on the table while Terrowin attended a nearby school.
The fights started a few weeks before his twelfth birthday. On his way home from school one day, walking the half-mile it took to get there, he ran into a small band of ragged-looking teenagers a few years older than him. After a few taunts about Terrowin’s small size, they proceeded to grab him and beat him, for no other reason than that they were bored and looking for something to do. Terrowin ran home crying with a bloody nose, black eyes, and a broken pride. His parents, mortified that the fight had happened to their only child, immediately sought out to find help for Terrowin, lest he run into the group again. They found an old man by the name of Derain, who claimed that he had worked with masters in the art of self-defense in some foreign country. Under his tutoring, Terrowin quickly grew in strength and flexibility, as well as self-confidence. Nevertheless, he still ran into groups of ragged teens on occasion, and many of them attacked with knives, granting the young boy many scars. He always escaped, though, sometimes miraculously by what Terrowin thought was some unseen force, as he found he could run incredibly fast when he was frightened or in danger. There was one time, though, that a particularly cruel gang surrounded him and managed to slice a terrible wound on his thigh, which he only lived through because he was taken to a hospital immediately. He became sullen and morose, and his parents worried for his life.
This last attack happened around the time of his fourteenth birthday, by which time he had gained a vast amount of skills in wushu and self-defense. He trained with Derain on a daily basis, taking out his frustrations and anger on his ever-calm instructor. In a sudden flash of intense anger, Terrowin lashed out at his target, a stuffed dummy, and began pummeling it with all of the strength he could muster. Derain watched in shock as Terrowin’s blows became faster and faster, until hardly a blow could be seen individually. When the strength in his arms was depleted, Terrowin turned and ran into a nearby acreage of dry land, moving at a speed faster than that of cars on a highway. He knew at that point that there was something special about him, and the thought changed his view of life. Derain explained to his parents what was occurring, since they had heard of meta-humans, but didn't have any particular interest in them until that point. Derain himself was a meta-human, with heightened senses and reflexes, and had attended the Hammel Institute himself. Terrowin’s spirit immediately grew after this, and he suddenly felt that all of the pain and anguish he had gone through was just a test for his abilities. He soon enrolled in the Hammel Institute, and has lived there ever since, visiting his parents on occasion. He graduated when he was 19, and went on to a nearby community college to study physical education teaching and ornithology. During this time, he also met and fell hard for a small, wiry human woman named Myio. She, like he, had a less-than-pleasant past, and he enjoyed her snarky behavior, quick wit, and strength of character. When she found out he was a meta-human, she didn't end their relationship, which he was thankful for and made him fall for her even more. However, eventually they realized their differing lives wouldn't work out unless one of them made a sacrifice, either he from going back to Hammel to teach or she from moving to the west to study the ecology there, and they broke it off as friends. Terrowin never told anyone at the Institute he was dating Myio, although a few of his close friends grew suspicious when he began to spend less time with them. She still holds a place in his heart, but he's willing to move on to someone else.
Now, he loves being surrounded by those like him, and though he’ll never forget his past, he has no bitter feelings or regret knowing that he’s in a place where he’s accepted and wanted. His teaching position as a P.E. teacher was the best life he could wish for, and so far, life has been pleasant as a staff member at the Institute.
Roleplay Example
((I have this roleplay sample from an old medieval roleplay. It's not accurate to this site, but it gives a good example of his personality (and accent!) XD ))
Terrowin winked at Myio innocently. "Just checked tae make sure yer nails didn't get chipped, princess," he teased her, feeling cheeky. "Naw, spears ain't nothin' compared tae demons throwin' lightning and poisoned daggers at ya, that's fer sure. Could'a blocked 'em all if Oi had the chance, ya know. Nothin' like a good ol' game of dodge the spear tae get yer blood pumpin'." He reached out and ruffled her hair playfully, only later wondering if he had gone to far. "Ye need someone tae look after ya!" Even though Oi have trouble lookin' out fer myself, he chuckled inwardly.
He rolled his eyes at the desert chaser. "Oh, Oi'll call ye wot Oi want, ya overgrown squirrel." He stopped as the dragon's eyes widened in genuine alarm, and his mood sobered. "Wot is it?" he asked, looking to the dark spot on the horizon. "A dust devil?" Now that he looked again, it did indeed look like a storm, and he cursed out loud. "Bloody 'ell, Myio, ye know how nasty those things are," he said to her. While in the bandit crew, they had run into their share of the dusty storms, and they were never pleasant, and sometimes bordered on dangerous. In the past, they had just had to hunker down and let them pass; there wasn't a lot more you could do. But here, they had no wagons, no tents, nothing to keep them out of the wind and flying sand except for a donkey, a cart, some dragons, and a useless tomb entrance. "Wot do ye suggest we do?" he asked, directing the question at not only Syn, but also the other dragons. They had lived in the desert as well - maybe they had an idea.
What About You?
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Name: Apollo
Age: 17, almost 18
Experience: Hrmm... I've been roleplaying for 3-4 years, but more seriously within the last year and a half.
How Did You Find Us? Google! XD
Ready To Play? HELL YEAH.
