Name: Linden Personal Journal: N/A E-mail: doctorbanana1@googlemail.com AIM/MSN/etc:Plurk: Thorin II AIM: deatheatercrouch
CHARACTER
Name: Thorin Oakenshield Canon: The Hobbit Timeline: Just after the eagles land at Beorn's Rock. If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
Thorin can have a foul temper and has a deep loathing for elves and dragons. Sometimes, he can make rash decisions concerning their quest as he has a fixed mindset on what to believe in. He is a cankerous and stubborn dwarf most of the time. Ever since, the dragon attacked Erebor and his father went into hiding, Thorin bares a chip on his shoulder towards both dragons and elves. When King Thranduil abandoned the his kin and the dragon Smaug attacked, Thorin's hope of finding an ally within the elves deminished. He never trusted another elf after that incident. His hatred towards anything elven makes him rather bitter when the subject is raised by one of his kin or the wizard, Gandalf.
Thorin is a natural leader in his nature. After the dragon attack, he and his grandfather, Thror, led their kin to Ered Luin. Somewhere safe. He is caring dwarf and values his family members and his own kin above everything else. Loyalty and honour is something he prides himself in. He can make brash decisions at times, believing that attack would be best over defence. But not at the price of losing any of his kin. He has seen death and seeing his grandfather beheaded by Azog the Defiler, makes Thorin come across as very bitter. He is battle-hardned and narrow-minded at times due to his nature and all that he has lost. Protecting his kin is something that is very strong in Thorin. Kili and Fili, his nephews are prized dearly within his heart. He would fight to the death to protect them above all else. Protecting the line of Durin and being a good uncle is something Thorin strives to be.
Thorin enjoys a good song by the fire with his kin and also a drop of ale. You can find the softer, gentler side of Thorin while he is in song by a roaring fire and recanting the tales of old. Thorin is proud of his dwarven heritage and often mentions Durin by name in conversation. Either using it in curse or praising Durin's folk. Thorin's love for music and song makes him a pleasant fellow to be around and during battle. A dangerous but welcome ally. He is incredibly brave by nature because of what he had to face during his younger years as a prince of Erebor. Standing up his enemies, has made him a tough man inside. Yet, the emotions still well up inside if someone mentions those events of his life.
Thorin does not have the fascination of gold and treasure like his grandfather, but has the need of finding and reclaiming Erebor. This is what drives Thorin. The need to reclaim what is rightfully his and his kin's. He has the map and key on his person and would protect both with his life if need be. He has no want for treasure but for the throne and the kingdom. Becoming king would do his grandfather's honour gratitude. Peace and somewhere for his kin to live once more after being forced out into exile. It has been too long for him and his heart yearns for that more than anything.
Thorin does have manners but can be brash when speaking. He does tolerate those who are above him but just about. His stubborn nature somewhat causes him to be rude at times. Especially, towards Gandalf and Lord Elrond. He does not mean to come across as rude but protecting the map and Erebor against others who would wish it for themselves, makes Thorin defensive overall. Courageous and honourable above all else, Thorin can be majestic how he handles matters. Whether it be in battle, he always looks out for his own and protects them above all else.
Defending his nephews, who are in the company, is something Thorin values most. He would sacrifice himself to save another if he could. Becoming Oakenshield at a young age, he is no stranger to facing opponents far stronger than himself. He owes Bilbo a debt after the hobbit saved him from losing his head when facing Azog the Defiler. He tolerates the halfling but secretly admires his courage and bravery inside. He can act all mighty and rough outside but inside, there is a calm and caring dwarf.
First Person:
[What in Durin's name was going on? He was aboard some kind of carriage. It was moving as Thorin went to stare out of the window. Where was he and what was going on? The train lurches suddenly as he grabs onto one of the door hinges as he curses in Khuzdul. He manages to stay on his feet as he hears the screech of breaks as the train begins to slow.
What was that weight within his tunic pocket? He feels the lump and pulls out a shiny pocket watch. What was this doing here and what did it do? He frowns and wants to know who was responsible for putting him aboard this machine. He walks along the corridor of the train and grumbles under his breath.]
What is going on? I demand to know who did this to me!
[The train jolts to a stop as he feels himself bump against the window of the train. He can feel himself becoming angrier by the moment as he doesn't want to be here. Where is the company? Witchcraft. Is this some elaborate joke?]
Third Person:
He was not going to back down at he faced his enemy. Azog the Defiler sat but a few paces away from where Thorin clung to the tree. His fingers gripping the bark hard so that his knuckles were white. Staring down this great enemy of dwarves, Thorin released his grip from the bark and unsheathed his mighty blade, Orcrist. The elven blade was still very new as it shined in the dim sunlight. It was nearly sunset as he felt his blood pounding within his ears.
Each step he took closed the gap between him and the huge Orc. It felt like time itself had slowed down. Azog sat atop his Warg, snarling with a sick pleasure. Thorin showed no such emotion. A grim mask spread over the dwarf king's face as he moved into a charge towards his foe. Sword swinging in his clenched palm, he felt the roar of battle stir within his ears as his blood pounded. This was it. He was going to face Azog the Defiler. The Orc sat mocking him and leered evilly at him. Calling his grandfather and father cowards. Thorin would not stand for it as he breached the perimeter of the Orc pack and yelled at the top of his lungs. Behind him, Gandalf, Bilbo and his kin. Would he ever see them again?
It all happened so fast. He saw the Warg's teeth come bared at him as he went to swing his sword at the muscled head. Azog laughed deeply as his Warg bit into Thorin's arm and then wrapped around his torso. Pain seared through every nerve in his body as he felt the Warg's teeth pierce through his armour into his flesh. It felt like knives were digging deep into him. A vice like grip. Thorin went to slice at the Warg but he was thrown into the air and landed with a thump onto a nearby rock. He was bleeding badly. Inside as well as out. He could feel the warm tingle of blood as it seeped into his clothes.
Another Orc loomed over head, his blade ready. The order was given to remove the dwarf's head. His vision blurred as he felt blackness ready to overcome him. This was it. He was about to die. He had failed. Erebor would never be reclaimed now. The dwarf king was about to be beheaded by Azog the Defiler. His breathing shallowed as he felt his beating heart begin to fail. One last look at the hobbit, high up in the tree before everything went black.
Thorin Oakenshield || The Hobbit || Reserved
Name: Linden
Personal Journal: N/A
E-mail: doctorbanana1@googlemail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: Plurk: Thorin II AIM: deatheatercrouch
CHARACTER
Name: Thorin Oakenshield
Canon: The Hobbit
Timeline: Just after the eagles land at Beorn's Rock.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
Thorin can have a foul temper and has a deep loathing for elves and dragons. Sometimes, he can make rash decisions concerning their quest as he has a fixed mindset on what to believe in. He is a cankerous and stubborn dwarf most of the time. Ever since, the dragon attacked Erebor and his father went into hiding, Thorin bares a chip on his shoulder towards both dragons and elves. When King Thranduil abandoned the his kin and the dragon Smaug attacked, Thorin's hope of finding an ally within the elves deminished. He never trusted another elf after that incident. His hatred towards anything elven makes him rather bitter when the subject is raised by one of his kin or the wizard, Gandalf.
Thorin is a natural leader in his nature. After the dragon attack, he and his grandfather, Thror, led their kin to Ered Luin. Somewhere safe. He is caring dwarf and values his family members and his own kin above everything else. Loyalty and honour is something he prides himself in. He can make brash decisions at times, believing that attack would be best over defence. But not at the price of losing any of his kin. He has seen death and seeing his grandfather beheaded by Azog the Defiler, makes Thorin come across as very bitter. He is battle-hardned and narrow-minded at times due to his nature and all that he has lost. Protecting his kin is something that is very strong in Thorin. Kili and Fili, his nephews are prized dearly within his heart. He would fight to the death to protect them above all else. Protecting the line of Durin and being a good uncle is something Thorin strives to be.
Thorin enjoys a good song by the fire with his kin and also a drop of ale. You can find the softer, gentler side of Thorin while he is in song by a roaring fire and recanting the tales of old. Thorin is proud of his dwarven heritage and often mentions Durin by name in conversation. Either using it in curse or praising Durin's folk. Thorin's love for music and song makes him a pleasant fellow to be around and during battle. A dangerous but welcome ally. He is incredibly brave by nature because of what he had to face during his younger years as a prince of Erebor. Standing up his enemies, has made him a tough man inside. Yet, the emotions still well up inside if someone mentions those events of his life.
Thorin does not have the fascination of gold and treasure like his grandfather, but has the need of finding and reclaiming Erebor. This is what drives Thorin. The need to reclaim what is rightfully his and his kin's. He has the map and key on his person and would protect both with his life if need be. He has no want for treasure but for the throne and the kingdom. Becoming king would do his grandfather's honour gratitude. Peace and somewhere for his kin to live once more after being forced out into exile. It has been too long for him and his heart yearns for that more than anything.
Thorin does have manners but can be brash when speaking. He does tolerate those who are above him but just about. His stubborn nature somewhat causes him to be rude at times. Especially, towards Gandalf and Lord Elrond. He does not mean to come across as rude but protecting the map and Erebor against others who would wish it for themselves, makes Thorin defensive overall. Courageous and honourable above all else, Thorin can be majestic how he handles matters. Whether it be in battle, he always looks out for his own and protects them above all else.
Defending his nephews, who are in the company, is something Thorin values most. He would sacrifice himself to save another if he could. Becoming Oakenshield at a young age, he is no stranger to facing opponents far stronger than himself. He owes Bilbo a debt after the hobbit saved him from losing his head when facing Azog the Defiler. He tolerates the halfling but secretly admires his courage and bravery inside. He can act all mighty and rough outside but inside, there is a calm and caring dwarf.
First Person:
[What in Durin's name was going on? He was aboard some kind of carriage. It was moving as Thorin went to stare out of the window. Where was he and what was going on? The train lurches suddenly as he grabs onto one of the door hinges as he curses in Khuzdul. He manages to stay on his feet as he hears the screech of breaks as the train begins to slow.
What was that weight within his tunic pocket? He feels the lump and pulls out a shiny pocket watch. What was this doing here and what did it do? He frowns and wants to know who was responsible for putting him aboard this machine. He walks along the corridor of the train and grumbles under his breath.]
What is going on? I demand to know who did this to me!
[The train jolts to a stop as he feels himself bump against the window of the train. He can feel himself becoming angrier by the moment as he doesn't want to be here. Where is the company? Witchcraft. Is this some elaborate joke?]
Third Person:
He was not going to back down at he faced his enemy. Azog the Defiler sat but a few paces away from where Thorin clung to the tree. His fingers gripping the bark hard so that his knuckles were white. Staring down this great enemy of dwarves, Thorin released his grip from the bark and unsheathed his mighty blade, Orcrist. The elven blade was still very new as it shined in the dim sunlight. It was nearly sunset as he felt his blood pounding within his ears.
Each step he took closed the gap between him and the huge Orc. It felt like time itself had slowed down. Azog sat atop his Warg, snarling with a sick pleasure. Thorin showed no such emotion. A grim mask spread over the dwarf king's face as he moved into a charge towards his foe. Sword swinging in his clenched palm, he felt the roar of battle stir within his ears as his blood pounded. This was it. He was going to face Azog the Defiler. The Orc sat mocking him and leered evilly at him. Calling his grandfather and father cowards. Thorin would not stand for it as he breached the perimeter of the Orc pack and yelled at the top of his lungs. Behind him, Gandalf, Bilbo and his kin. Would he ever see them again?
It all happened so fast. He saw the Warg's teeth come bared at him as he went to swing his sword at the muscled head. Azog laughed deeply as his Warg bit into Thorin's arm and then wrapped around his torso. Pain seared through every nerve in his body as he felt the Warg's teeth pierce through his armour into his flesh. It felt like knives were digging deep into him. A vice like grip. Thorin went to slice at the Warg but he was thrown into the air and landed with a thump onto a nearby rock. He was bleeding badly. Inside as well as out. He could feel the warm tingle of blood as it seeped into his clothes.
Another Orc loomed over head, his blade ready. The order was given to remove the dwarf's head. His vision blurred as he felt blackness ready to overcome him. This was it. He was about to die. He had failed. Erebor would never be reclaimed now. The dwarf king was about to be beheaded by Azog the Defiler. His breathing shallowed as he felt his beating heart begin to fail. One last look at the hobbit, high up in the tree before everything went black.