 Name:
Torrens
Nickname(s): none
Sex: Male
Job: Royal
Surgeon
Titles(s) Held: Royal
Surgeon
Date of Birth: Fifty
years ago...
Alignment: Lawfully
Good
Race or Species: Human
True Form: Human
Other Form(s): ....none
Eyes: dark
brown
Hair: gray
with occasional lines of brown
Skin: slightly
tanned
What do you look like:
uh... a human?
Describe your attitude:
tries to solve everyone's problems
Biggest Character Flaw:
See above.
Personal Quotes:
...not the leeches.
Parent(s): Deceased
Sibling(s): None
Wife: None
Children: None
Close Friends: New
to town... so, none, as of yet. (Lonely, aren't I?)
Worst Enemie(s): Following
the above... none, as of yet.
Favorite Belonging(s):
my case of medical tools
Favorite thing(s) to wear: a
gray hooded robe designed for traveling
A Dream or Goal you have:
Help every patient that comes
seeking my aid.
Hobbie(s): Ridiculing
other doctors.
Favorite thing(s) to do: See
above.
Something you're good at:
making cuts in people's skin
Favorite Body parts on/in you:
er.... my hands?
Favorite Body Part on the opposite
sex: *grins*
Any Tattoos or Birthmarks, Where
and of what: none
Any piercings, Where:
no... wouldn't want a ring to
get stuck in your entrails.
Deities you worship: Me.
Best place to hang out: The
castle infirmary.
What do you sleep in, and where
do you sleep: In a bed...
fully dressed in my traveling robes
Important lesson(s) you've learned:
Don't put your face too
close a patient's mouth... Some of them have sharp teeth.
Best Advice: Don't
listen to anything I say not concerning medicine.
Words and Phrases you over use:
Rest...
Most Awesome experience of your
life: I slept without being
awoken for one night.
Scariest thing you've ever done:
Signing up to be the Royal
Surgeon...
Stupidest thing you ever heard
someone say: Leeches will
get rid of his bad blood...
History: Born
in the small country town of Dvent, Torrens grew up
as the son of a soldier. Being one, naturally, he was
given a sword at an early age. However, his hands could
never quite grip the hilt correctly. At first, this
was taken to be the result of his young age and inexperience.
As time passed by and his father decided it was time
for him to put his skills to the test, Torrens faught
against another boy with blunted swords. Needless to
say, he was unable to swing his blade at all. Though,
because of his training, he could handle a weapon when
it was not aimed at any living thing, he would be unable
to handle one in combat.
His parents gradually realized their son's inability
to weild a weapon and allowed him to study medicine
as he turned thirteen. From then on, the rest was history.
He learned, forgot, and turned to common sense and the
strength of the human body - with a little magic. Torrens
traveled for most of his years among groups of travelers
as their physician before finally becoming known enough
to succeed as the Royal Surgeon. |
