Name: Thomaseen Sean Rua
Age: Appears in his early Thirty's , over four hundredth years.
Birthplace: Co.Claire Ireland.
Looks:
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Thomaseen appearance has changed little over the many years. He cares little about his appearance and as such his hair remain uncut until it becomes a bother. In the recent years he has been seen carrying a large war-hammer and a large stone glove.
Personality: Thomaseen at first appears to be a man who never shuts up , he can talk a great lengths about the most trivial things but when one pays attention his gift of gab is a physical technique.
Thomaseen is loyal to his causes, his friends and his country to the point he'd die smiling for them. He spent years fighting for Ireland for it's freedom.
Thomaseen is a very one tract mind which makes his a good fight but a field commander or strategist he is not. He love one thing in this world beyond everything else and that one thing is fighting ,nothing else brings him as much joy.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Solider , rebel , farmer.
Special Characteristics: Experienced fighter , knows how to inflict pain.
Race: Irish
Doll Name: Teallach O'Cre (Hearth of Earth)
Doll Description: Thomaseen crest is inscribed on his Stone fist and in early stages Teallach O'Cre takes the from of the war-hammer and becomes a titan at advance stages. The Hammer and titan take many different form depending on Thomaseens and Teallach O'Cre wishes.
Doll Powers: [ELEMENT] Earth
First Power: Teallach O'Cre encumbers Thomaseen's hammer in clay and become large. It's strike can shatter the ground and crush mortals to dust.
Stats: (you begin with 60 stat points to distribute around) *Your Doll's Stats will equal your own.*
Spirit Power: 15
Speed: 5
Fighting skill: 25
Intelligence: 15
History:
Thomaseen was born in the early 1600 on a farm in rural Ireland. Thomaseen remember little of his childhood , all he remember is working everyday on his father farm.
In 1641, Thomaseen join the Irish rebellion against the English settlers. During the battle Thomaseen was wounded many time but never seem to slow him down much or even stop him at all.
The rebellion failed and Thomaseen return to the family farm but as his family and friends grew old and died he did not. He couldn't understand it and the people of the village called him a warrior of tir na ngo a Irish mystical land where immortal hero live.
In 1798, Thomaseen took to arm again against the English and though the rebellion fail Thomaseen started his own war against the English which rolled on to the 1800 rebellion then the Young Irelander Rebellion of 1848 and on to Fenian Rising of 1867.
Through all this Thomaseen seem to never be badly wounded nor did he age. He thought that he was made by Ireland to bring it freedom. Finally in 1916 Thomaseen stood at the step of the GPO and listen as Ireland declared it's independence.
When the war of independence started Thomaseen returned to his farm as he refused to watch as Irishmen spilled their own blood. It was on his farm he start to have on dreams and soon his Bount power start to advance.
He bonded greatly with his doll as he work with the land and soon knew his doll as well as he knew himself.
Role Playing Sample:
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Séan looked up at the clouds as he stood at the foot of the mountain. He remembered when he was a child and didn't believe that those cloud hid a monastery.
He could hear a faint ringing of a bell, it must of been noon. Séan eyes jumped between points on the near vertical wall of the mountain then he jumped. He land on a small ledge on the cliff then jumped again and again till he found his way to the path only a few steps from the gate of the monastery.
As he approached the gate they opened before him and as they opened the abbot appeared flanked by five monks, these were not the peaceful ones. Séan walked slowly toward the abbot and stopped a few paces short of him
"I want to talk to him" Séan ask in his one toned voice.
"You are wasting your time that is not within my power" The abbot replied as the monks that were around him arm vanished into their cloaks, no doubted clutching their weapons.
"Come now Jeffrey" Séan said smiling “You’ve done it before. You'll do it now"
"The lord will talk to you when you have decided to do his will” Jeffrey replied with quickly. "For he speaks with and projects his faithful"
"Lets test that shall we" Séan said taking a stance as the wind blew all around him. The monks drew their sword from their cloaks and all took a similar stance.
Séan vanished from his spot appear behind then nearest monk and twisted the monk neck killing him. Séan took the monk sword and threw it with aim to the furthest monk who deflected the attack.
"Where was his lord" Séan said as the rest of the monk encircled him. A furies wind engulf Séan hand ,a bow appeared in his hand. The bow was nearly transparent and about two thirds the size of Séan.
The wind around the monetary started to howl as Séan smiled as he jump high into the air the shot of three shot the went straight but as the monks doge the arrow started following them. Séan shot off more shots hitting four of the monks only leaving the abbot.
"And these people trained me" Séan said in disgust as he approached the abbot. His bow shifted into a pure white blade. The abbots stood still and watched as Séan came within range of him.
"He will not let me die" He said with out a doubt in his mind.
"You are a fool and you will die" Séan swiped his blade stopping just before touching the abbot. The abbot look at Séan and smile with a look that just said 'Told you'. Séan laugh allowing the abbot
to have his moment before continuing his strike and ending the abbot.
An hour later Séan sat at the edge of the cliff with the monastery burning behind him. His plan to force his father out to project the monks had failed but at least he hand some fun.
Subject: Thomaseen Sean Rua 
Wed May 12, 2010 2:04 pm
