General:E-mail (OPTIONAL):kinzor@live.comAlt Name:Torin Crowley (if made)
A brief description of your character:"You think I'm nuts? Well then, take my pride, just leave the clothes. ...No, seriously, I need them!"The armor the wirey, aged man seems to be wearing makes him look rather distinctly dark. Oddly enough, he never seems to change it to change, and never seems to stink. From the buttoned sleeveless leathery vest with skull shaped bone material for buttons to the red clawtipped gloves on his fingers, it appears almost as if it were once living. The hat holds what looks like teeth hanging from it's brim, and the boots appear slightly mishapen at the top. He bears a long hairstyle, and eyes to match, looking aged, but not extremely wrinkled. Carrys a staff like a giant nutcracker, and a few toymaking tools. He's also nuts.
Why/How is your character in Skuldhellir:The laws of insanity give no reason nor rhyme; however, the idea of getting some of the magical ore and supplies he could use to make worthless trinkets or feed the demon enthralls him. In addition to being able to try new cuisine (the demon) and collect a few souls; why would he not be here?
Magic (OPTIONAL):---Max Preps (1-10):8
---Schools:Electricity: 2
Necromancy/Other Black Magic: 5
Basic: 1
Strengths:---Natural:*Dexterity
---Learned:*Literate.
*Toymaker.
*Magical knowledge
*Tinkering with items; Although, he mainly seems to build toys, give the loon long enough, and he may be able to figure out what's wrong with the mechanisms of certain items. Door hinges, loose bolts, creaking planks. They're not all too hard!
---Supernatural:*His clothing is sentient. It never bears wear and tear, and seems to regenerate when torn. It is hard, like a demon's hide and is made from a former demon itself. It speaks to him, though it rarely voices itself publicly, though gurgling may be heard. Upon his command, the back of the vest can grow demonic wings, enabling short periods of flight. The claws on the armor can rend light amounts of flesh. When he is damaged it may try to get him the hell out of there if it can. The armor is also pretty resistant to magic.
*He carries about a heavy wooden staff, that looks more like a gigantic, thin, wooden toy soldier. Basically, it's a gigantic version of nutcracker prince, though the coloring is worn. The mouth opens. It is about six feet tall.
*After stealing souls for a good many years from dead creatures, he's gained an innate ability to sense and scry for familiar souls.
Weaknesses:*He can be very creepy, bordering some level of insanity and dementia, and this tends to keep people away. Also looking as shifty and messed up as he, trust may not be on the menu first look.
*Weak to holy magic. Both him and the demon. 50% more effective.
*Tends to occassionally argue with the demon.
*The armor may sometimes act on it's own, causing trouble. Even if he doesn't seem to care, it can be a bother and perhaps other things if his hat were to leap off his head and bite someone with the fangs on the brim.
*If he were to lose his armor, he'd lapse into some kind of coma or immense insanity if he did not find it.
*While the armor cannot really be destroyed easily... and can also regenerate from even the smallest of scrap, the man himself is fit, but frail. Not physically strong, either.
*Priorties? Fuck you. This is troublesome in dire situations.
*Split personalities: While he doesn't actually have two different people in there. Well, save for the demon, his demented and childlike eccentricity can tend to drive him to sudden mood and drastic changes in almost anything. This isn't always ideal.
*Overly dramatic. Rambles to the point of losing sight of the general topic and or plan.
*Insomniac; Demented and crazy, his thoughts always swarm. He himself does nothing but bound about like a nut, and in addition, rarely enjoys any time in bed.
*Claustrophobic; Being confined to spaces for any period of time is irritating for a man who loves his freedom. He doesn't like it, and he would probably try to bite someone if he was given the chance.
*Aged; Although he's not some geezer who would cough up a lung, he appears to be in his early to mid fourties, an all things take toll
*Reckless