Laird - Unowned, Approach with caution

[Laird]

Slave Form


Basic Information

Full Name:
Tor Robertson

Nickname:
None known

Name on Identification:
Laird

Age:
A score and five (25)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Sub Species/Breed:
None


Physical Appearance

Body Type:
Tall, physically built like a brick wall from a long period of time of working and fighting with his hands and heavy weapons. Thick arms and legs like treetunks, he is in the pinnacle of youth and strength.

Physical Details (Hair/Eyes/Skin/Etc):
Skin of a tawny gold, hair that at one point was a nice brown but due to all his time in the sun/outdoors it’s turned a bleaching blonde, eyes the color of a sea cerulean blue.

Physical Markings:
A thin scar bisected his right eyebrow, and a longer one ran down his cheek to the top edge of his lip. A dent in his chin. His upper chest is littered with old war wounds that have healed and scared.

Physical Drawbacks:
At the time of his enslavement he was piss-poor drunk! Suffering from a hanhover

Current Inflictions:
[85%] Gash on his forehead (needs to be tended to), shallow cut along his neck (might scar if not tended to).

Physical Defenses:
Physically very strong on his own, arms and legs are covered in cords of muscles, and can easily lift his own weight.

Appealing Attributes and Attraction:
He’s very attractive, manly, physically fit. Has been noted to be good stock if trained up right and sent off into the arena.

Clothing:
A long sleeved white shirt with a deep V in the front, shit hangs just shy of indecent

Other Items on Person: [When he was a free man]
A dirk, his sword (never seen without it), bow and arrow, and a sword sharpen, Sporran.

Sword Details:
+ Total Length : 48 Inches
+ Blade Length: 34 Inches
+ Crossguard: 11.5 Inches
+ Hilt Length: 14 Inches
+ Color: Silver & Gold
+ Weight : 15 Lbs
+ Core: Steel

All have been put into storage.


Behavior

Feral or Cultured:
Cultured

Phobias:
Unknown

Disorders:
Unknown

How do they present themselves:
He knows he’s been wrongly placed in the pens due to a misunderstanding and misplacement of his official documents and room rental key. He will tell any who will listen that he is a patron, not a slave. Note: No identifiable information was found on his person, no rooms have been rented in his name currently exits. -Simon

Feelings towards being owned/rented:
Pissed, will try to escape and recover his ‘lost’ property. Rebellious, does not listen to the voice of authority


Overall Attitude:
A real ‘Man’s Man’, while he can be polite, he is not a pushover. He will swear when he needs to, but will try to control his temper. He can handle his liquor and keeps himself in shape. He just does what ever he thinks makes himself a good person that he can be proud of


Likes:
Good ale, a bonnie lass on his arm, gold in his sporran, being sought after/worshiped/lavished upon, bloodshed, a good roll in the hey (fucking), a good raid, plump tits, his clansmen, providing for his women.

Dislikes:
Liars, lightskirts, his uncle, being denied what he sees as his.

High or Low Maintenance:
High


Abilities

Languages Spoken:
Gaelic, English/Common

Can they Read/Write:
Yes/Yes

Can your character produce magic:
No

Talents/Skills:
Stonemason - Stonemasonry is the craft of shaping rough pieces of rock into accurate geometrical shapes, mostly simple, but some of considerable complexity, and then arranging the resulting stones, to form structures.

[+] The basic tools for shaping the stone are a mallet, chisels, and a metal straight edge. With these one can make a flat surface - the basis of all stone masonry.
[+] Chisels come in a variety of sizes and shapes, dependent upon the function for which they are being used. There are different chisels for different materials and sizes of material being worked, for removing large amounts of material and for putting a fine finish on the stone.
[+] Mixing mortar
[+] Masonry trowel is a hand trowel used in brickwork or stonework for leveling, spreading and shaping mortar or concrete.
[+] And most importantly, the Stonemason's hammer

Cordwainer - Somebody who makes shoes and other articles from fine soft leather
*Would make a promising gladiator with a firm hand and the right trainer

Training:
None IC


Other

Previous Owners:
None


Previous status:
Free man, Laird of the Clan Donnachaidh; The Devil of Donnachaidh

For Rent or to Own:
Ownership after several rentals.

Cost: Exotic, Unbroken, Untrained, Average Slave:
1 Night Rental = 10 to 20 Gold or 1 to 2 Platinum.


OOC Info/Notes

Availability:
If you see me around, feel free to engage in role-play.

What are you looking for in a slave/slaver Roleplay:
Character Building, Plots & Storylines, Meeting New Characters, Long-Term, Continuity, RP in Furc Window, One-on-One RP, Para(+) RP


What are your allowances for your character:
NC, save for all the usual no-no’s.

Long Term/Short Term:
Long terms if your seeking eventual ownership, friendships, enemies ect.


General Information

Character Description:
His body was big and hard and about as yielding as granite. There was no doubt, just by looking at him it was obvious he would feel as if running headlong into a stone wall. A warm stone wall that smelled of something dark, spicy, and definitively masculine. From the rocklike bulge of his arm muscles holding the hilt of his sword to the strength of his big hand on his waist. He looks as if he could crush a woman without thought. His gaze was sharp - - intense - -in a way that would have alarmed most. It felt as if he was burning a hole into your very soul, the connection so strong, it seemed as if you’d been caught in a current that was dragging you out to sea. A sea of deep cerulean blue, framed by dark lashes fringed with gold, set in a face far more handsome than first realized. Brutally handsome, like some bronze Norse god of war - -hard, forbidding, and built for destruction. Not just in his towering, muscular physique, but also in the strong angles of his face that might have been hewn from stone. His face was so expertly chiseled, it almost didn't look real. There was nothing refined or classical about his features - - from the deep-set eyes hooded beneath the heavy, dark brow, to the strong nose widened at the bridge where it must have been broken, to the high cheekbones that descended in a sharp angle to a square jaw, to the softly sculpted wide mouth - - yet the combined effect was raw, masculine perfection. But clearly that of a warrior. Up close the stamp of battles waged on his face. A thin scar bisected his right eyebrow, and a longer one ran down his cheek to the top edge of his lip. At a glance it might seem like he had another on his chin, but the slight indentation had come from the thumb of God, not a weapon. His skin was darkly tanned except for the tiny white lines etched around eyes and mouth. He was relatively clean-shaven, the dark shadow of a day-old beard emphasizing the hard, implacable jaw, and his hair, worn shorter than most men, fell in soft, uneven waves to his chin. It should be brown, but for the bleaching by the sun. He was gorgeous. The most physically striking man ever seen…yet he was The Devil of Dhonnchaidh, Laird of Clan Donnachaidh.

Website:
http://www.rprepository.com/site.php?char=4242



Notes:
Certain events led the Highlander to be found in the Underhall using the slave showers. With no identification on him to see him as anything but a slave who slipped out of the pens, Laird was mistaken as such. A fight broke out leaving the guard known as Simon a bit scuffed up and Laird a bit bloody but in the end he was placed in a pen. What could have easily been cleared up now turning into charges against a TGT staff, Laird was seen as unreliable. In time with no one to paying the rent on his rooms his loggings would be cleared out, his things put into storage or sold off. Please make a note that his slave is a known liar and not to be trusted not to lash out. He is not armed but do not mistake him for being harmless.

-Signed Simon, [npc] Guard of TGT