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Group: A Lord of the Nether Lands
Member No.: 1
Joined: 25-September 07
Name: Tomake Roh
Height: five foot eight, quite short for a human male.
Build: Tomake is lithe as a dancer; he is neither scrawny and weak, but nor does he have the huge blocks of muscle that can so restrict the agility and speed of a warrior. Instead, he has achieved a perfect balance of muscle and slimness that allows for peak mobility and strength.
Power: He of a thousand eyes (two powers) Tomake is a loyal worshipper of Helm, the Ever Vigilant Guardian God, and as a worshipper of a smaller, more “personal” god, he enjoys many blessings that are not awarded to the followers of more numerous religions, such as extra luck, quicker healing, and more “divine interventions” in his day to day life.
Looks: Tomake is a good-looking man, with a flawless complexion and almost perfectly proportioned features; his nose, though, is slightly crooked, the result of a childhood fight and a mistake while resetting it. He has quite pale skin, the result of living and working amongst the huge buildings inside Nether City that cast an almost permanent shade on many areas of the city. Clothing wise, Tomake generally does not leave his home without armour on; his normal dress comprises of at least a layer of boiled brown leather armour, often worn beneath a layer of blessed mail that weighs nowhere near what it should.
History: Tomake had a fairly unspectacular upbringing; he was the youngest son of a middle classed family, his father a highly-paid captain in the city guard, his mother a nurse at the Nether’s main hospital. They raised him with love and attention, in contrast to the deprived upbringings of many of the people who now call Nether City their home. Due to his father being in the city guard, he was educated for free at a set up for children of the city guard members. There, he proved to be an exceptional student, quick to learn both academically, and when he turned ten and began learning usage of the sword, he also excelled in it. At the age of sixteen, he was graduated from school with outstanding grades and references, and after barely a week of being free of the duties of school, he began training to join the City Guard. His training to join this organisation went fine; from the age of ten he’d planned on joining the Guard after graduating school, and so developed his fitness accordingly, his father helping him practice some of the initiation exercises during these years. The only really terrible things that happened during Tomake’s early life were his father dying when Tomake was twenty, the sole casualty in a Guard raid upon a warehouse of smugglers, and also him being framed by a higher up member of the Guard as a “bad cop” and being forced to resign from the Guard. There was not enough evidence against him to convict him in a court, but he was still forced to hand in his guardsman armour, weaponry and privileges and to take up a civilian life. Since the incident where he was framed, Tomake has suffered from bouts of serious depression; being a guardsman was his dream, after all, and it was shattered by the corruption of a higher up member. After he was forced to resign from the City Guard, Tomake had a series of jobs, most of which he was fired from for either using unnecessary force, or being intoxicated whilst on duty. After several months of rampant alcoholism and getting fired from numerous jobs, Tomake was approached by a man in one of Nether City’s more “seedy” pubs, who offered him constant employment as a member of his bodyguard and a mercenary of sorts. Tomake worked for him for half a year before he found out that the man was a drug dealer, at which point he left the job, but decided to remain in the mercenary trade, leaving him where he is today; still drinking, often heavily, hateful of the higher members of the City Guard, and a sword for hire for any who wish it.
Race: fully human.
Religion: Strangely, as he was raised in a very strongly Catholic family, Tomake worships one of the small gods: Helm, the Protector and the Ever Vigliant.
Friends: While Tomake does not have numerous friends, due to him being an almost manic depressive sometimes and an alcoholic, he has quite a few connections amongst the mercenary circle in the Nether.
Weapons: Tomake is generally armed to the teeth; he is, after all, a mercenary, and needs to be equipped for any jobs that are offered to him. Generally, when outside of his flat, Tomake will carry a pair of short swords at his waist, and a few knives hidden either up his sleeves or in his heavy leather boots. Back at his flat, though, is a literal arsenal of weaponry; hundreds of knives lie around, numerous swords of different styles and sizes, and different types of guns for specific purposes, not to mention rarer weapons like axes and morning stars.