Name:
Tyne
Species:
Human
Age:
18
Appearance:
Slender; has long, dark red, unkempt hair. Wears a sword strapped to his back.
Location:
Connlaoth
Rank:
Mordecai
Skills:
None to speak of, really, beyond his Mordecai power. He has little weapons training, but he's not bad in a street brawl.
History:
Tyne is the only child of an impoverished family. Growing up, he was constantly hungry, cold, and dirty. The first seven years of his life passed by in a blur of misery, and then both of his parents succumbed to tuberculosis. Bereaved of his only protectors, Tyne was forced to work in the coal mines to earn his food and shelter.
When he was 16, guards came in the night and hauled him away. Now, Tyne was as good a thief and cutpurse as any street urchin, and he thought they were arresting him, but upon reaching the castle, he learned that he was born with the potential to be a Mordecai. He resisted the idea at first but he wasn't given much choice in the matter.
So, for the last two years now, Tyne has had the honor of being the most useless Mordecai ever in the service of the kingdom. They tried to teach him swordsmanship, sent every arms master they could find to instruct him, but Tyne drove away every tutor with his ineptitudesome of it genuine, some of it just a stubborn refusal to cooperate. So yeah, he carries a sword, but don't let that fool you. He doesn't know how to use the thing.
The dark, hellish time spent in the coal mines haunts him to this day in the form of "Black Lung." All the coal dust he inhaled during those nine years has permanently damaged his lungs. He is slowly dying, suffocating in his own body. Only magic could heal him, but Connlaoth forbids that. No one knows of this yet, but he cannot hide it for long because as time goes on, his coughing fits grow bloodier and ever more frequent.
Personality:
Tyne is a generally nice guy. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt people, and if someone were in trouble, he wouldn't just turn a blind eye. But he's also bitter. Bitter, bitter, bitter. He's got a grudge against the Connlaoth upper class and the royal family in particular. His superiors preach to him about protecting the kingdom, serving his Queen, but Tyne has little love for his country. Did the royal family give him food when he was begging in the streets? Did they give his parents medicine when they were dying? Did they save him from the mines? And now, the prohibition against magic has condemned him to an early death. Tyne doesn't feel that he owes Connlaoth anything. If anything, Connlaoth owes him, which is why he doesn't feel at all guilty for living off the kingdom's treasuries while doing nothing to earn it.
Tyne
Species:
Human
Age:
18
Appearance:
Slender; has long, dark red, unkempt hair. Wears a sword strapped to his back.
Location:
Connlaoth
Rank:
Mordecai
Skills:
None to speak of, really, beyond his Mordecai power. He has little weapons training, but he's not bad in a street brawl.
History:
Tyne is the only child of an impoverished family. Growing up, he was constantly hungry, cold, and dirty. The first seven years of his life passed by in a blur of misery, and then both of his parents succumbed to tuberculosis. Bereaved of his only protectors, Tyne was forced to work in the coal mines to earn his food and shelter.
When he was 16, guards came in the night and hauled him away. Now, Tyne was as good a thief and cutpurse as any street urchin, and he thought they were arresting him, but upon reaching the castle, he learned that he was born with the potential to be a Mordecai. He resisted the idea at first but he wasn't given much choice in the matter.
So, for the last two years now, Tyne has had the honor of being the most useless Mordecai ever in the service of the kingdom. They tried to teach him swordsmanship, sent every arms master they could find to instruct him, but Tyne drove away every tutor with his ineptitudesome of it genuine, some of it just a stubborn refusal to cooperate. So yeah, he carries a sword, but don't let that fool you. He doesn't know how to use the thing.
The dark, hellish time spent in the coal mines haunts him to this day in the form of "Black Lung." All the coal dust he inhaled during those nine years has permanently damaged his lungs. He is slowly dying, suffocating in his own body. Only magic could heal him, but Connlaoth forbids that. No one knows of this yet, but he cannot hide it for long because as time goes on, his coughing fits grow bloodier and ever more frequent.
Personality:
Tyne is a generally nice guy. He doesn't go out of his way to hurt people, and if someone were in trouble, he wouldn't just turn a blind eye. But he's also bitter. Bitter, bitter, bitter. He's got a grudge against the Connlaoth upper class and the royal family in particular. His superiors preach to him about protecting the kingdom, serving his Queen, but Tyne has little love for his country. Did the royal family give him food when he was begging in the streets? Did they give his parents medicine when they were dying? Did they save him from the mines? And now, the prohibition against magic has condemned him to an early death. Tyne doesn't feel that he owes Connlaoth anything. If anything, Connlaoth owes him, which is why he doesn't feel at all guilty for living off the kingdom's treasuries while doing nothing to earn it.
