Post by thoros on Aug 7, 2016 6:09:21 GMT
THOROS OF MYR
Paul
I. Canon Character or Original Role? Are They in the Wanted Ads:
- Canon; No
II. Allegiance/Loyalty of Character:
- The Brotherhood Without Banners
III. Romantic Interests (if any):
- None
IV. Current Location:
- Riverlands (Traveling)
V. Occupation / Title:
- Red Priest
VI. Face-Claim:
- Paul Kaye
VII. Name the code word found in our Plot:
- Hidden by Lissa
VIII. Name any other characters you play here:
- Rickon Stark, Euron Greyjoy
IX. Do you have any questions? If so, please either state them here or contact the staff:
- ;^)
Thoros is a sucker for drinking, whoring, and eating. Not exactly known for his wisdom, or even his knowledge of the red god, which is unique considering he is a red priest of R'hllor. His main talents are with a sword, not as a priest. Most laugh when he tries to explain how he is a man of god. Nobody listens to him, but his fellow brothers, in the brotherhood which he resides.
Thoros is also very cocky. It comes with his drinking habits. Cocky, indeed. However he still remains as someone who 'fights for the good". Working for the brotherhood requires a good heart. Protecting the common people of the Riverlands from raiders and pillagers such as the mountain. Even while he is protecting the people, he remains a cheerful and upbeat personality. Laughing and enjoying himself for what he is, and what he does, getting along well with the common people and his friends in the brotherhood.
Though, this is not always who he is. Deep down, he is one of the few who aren't bothered which pampered cunt sits on the world's pointiest chair. He, as well as few others know of the true war. The war between mankind and the undead army of wights and white walkers which march from the north. Even as a failed red priest he still receives signs from R'hllor. He still sees things in the flames, visions of the past, present and future. He sees an army of the dead marching upon the wall, with plans to finish humanity. This side to the man is depressed and droopy face, with his hair graying as he grows older, and the long night approaches. Thoros has certainly changed from when he brought his dead friend back from the dead, not once, but six times. And although he was once not a believer, and cared not for which religion people believed in, now he has turned back to R'hllor with hope that he can help keep the night light with the flames.
Thoros is certainly a believer now and hopes he can be of use to his god in the wars to come. He is curious to see who R'hllor names as his champion, Azor Ahai, and is hoping he is there to guide whoever that may be on to help fight back the invasion from the great other, who's name shall not be spoken...
Thoros sat down by the fire, his usual flask full of any kind of alcohol he could find (rarely water) in arms reach, tied around his neck and dangling loosely by a rope. He made himself comfortable, and a hooded and mysterious figure sat down on the opposite end. Beric too, was there, and some other Brotherhood members scattered around the camp. The sun was setting fast, and with the night almost upon them the campfire began to glow brightly in contrast with the dark of the night.
"So, my friend. You wanted to talk, let's talk hm?" Thoros began. "I'm Thoros, of Myr. This fellow sitting beside me is Beric. Now I already know who you are, so let me tell you exactly... Who I am..."
"I was born in Myr, across the narrow sea where I was born into a large family of eight. The youngest, in fact. My father had no use for yet another son, cunt he was, gave me away to a temple of R'hllor, you know the red god. They tried to train me to be a red priest there, you might have seen one of us before. I prayed all of the prayers, spoke the spells and shit I even saw things in the flames. I was too busy with girls and alcohol for any of that. I was too much of a pain to them so they, like my father, sent me away. At least they gave me a task. I was sent to Westeros to convert the Mad King, Aerys Targaryen, to the red god. They would be fools to think I'd actually achieve anything. They insisted anyway, and figured that since Aerys had a particular soft spot for fire then maybe he'd like the red god, god of fire, lord of light, R'hllor.
That all didn't go to plan as when I got there, King Aerys' time was about to come to a halt as the new King Robert Baratheon was marching upon the capital. I was heading that way, and since Robert's victory was certain after he'd already killed the bulk of the Targaryen forces, I decided to join in. I was good with a sword, and me and Robert got along. Once he was king he and I were two peas in a pod. I tried to preach to him but he didn't listen. I wouldn't blame him, we both were suckers for women, food, and drink. It's how we got along so well. Eventually, I gave up. I was a fool, no priest. I wished to spend my time using my talents for what they were, not pretending to be a red priest when I wasn't. I would fight in tournaments with my sword ablaze. The crowd loved it. I even fought for a little in the Greyjoy rebellion, under King Rob. Although King Rob liked me I don't think his other highborn friends were too fond of me. The failed fat priest, they called me.
This was how things were for a time, but then it all changed. The war of the five kings began. Ned Stark, our former hand of the king saw that justice should be served to the mountain, Tywin Lannister's mad dog. He was off pillaging in the Riverlands, so Ned assembled a small team of around one hundred men to bring him back so that he may serve a trial. That's where I befriended Beric here. He lead the team, and we set off for the Riverlands give that big fucker what he deserved. The whole thing was a trap though, the cunts ambushed us and slaughtered every one of us. I managed to escape, but poor Beric here had a lance, right through his chest. I was desperate, I wanted to save a friend, so I turned to the lord of light for help. I knelt next to my friend's corpse and performed a ritual, you could say. Whispering the words of the red god I managed to bring life back to Beric. T hat's when it all changed.
As soon as we managed to round up the survivors of the attack we renamed ourselves to the current Brotherhood we are now. We were sworn brothers, protecting the realm, serving our god, and helping each other in King Robert's name, even after his death. We protect the common people from raiders, ravages and savage dogs such as the Mountain. We became outlaws, causing shit for the Lannisters in any way we could, while slipping back in the woods so nobody could find us. I fought alongside them with my sword of flames, and saw visions of the past, present, and future in the flames. As we all know Beric is a shit fighter. He's also shit at dying as I managed to resurrect him five more times, six in total. I'm convinced that our lord of light has a plan for me, he has a plan for Beric, and he has a plan for all of us. He is real, and I'm convinced."
Thoros finished, lifting his flask to his lips to clear his now dry throat after all of his talking.
Please give a role play sample as the character that you're auditioning for. It must be at least 250 words, in third person and using quotes for any dialogue. (Please do not just recreate a scene that has already happened. We want to see how well YOU can portray the character.)
- Canon; No
II. Allegiance/Loyalty of Character:
- The Brotherhood Without Banners
III. Romantic Interests (if any):
- None
IV. Current Location:
- Riverlands (Traveling)
V. Occupation / Title:
- Red Priest
VI. Face-Claim:
- Paul Kaye
VII. Name the code word found in our Plot:
- Hidden by Lissa
VIII. Name any other characters you play here:
- Rickon Stark, Euron Greyjoy
IX. Do you have any questions? If so, please either state them here or contact the staff:
- ;^)
PERSONALITY
Thoros is a sucker for drinking, whoring, and eating. Not exactly known for his wisdom, or even his knowledge of the red god, which is unique considering he is a red priest of R'hllor. His main talents are with a sword, not as a priest. Most laugh when he tries to explain how he is a man of god. Nobody listens to him, but his fellow brothers, in the brotherhood which he resides.
Thoros is also very cocky. It comes with his drinking habits. Cocky, indeed. However he still remains as someone who 'fights for the good". Working for the brotherhood requires a good heart. Protecting the common people of the Riverlands from raiders and pillagers such as the mountain. Even while he is protecting the people, he remains a cheerful and upbeat personality. Laughing and enjoying himself for what he is, and what he does, getting along well with the common people and his friends in the brotherhood.
Though, this is not always who he is. Deep down, he is one of the few who aren't bothered which pampered cunt sits on the world's pointiest chair. He, as well as few others know of the true war. The war between mankind and the undead army of wights and white walkers which march from the north. Even as a failed red priest he still receives signs from R'hllor. He still sees things in the flames, visions of the past, present and future. He sees an army of the dead marching upon the wall, with plans to finish humanity. This side to the man is depressed and droopy face, with his hair graying as he grows older, and the long night approaches. Thoros has certainly changed from when he brought his dead friend back from the dead, not once, but six times. And although he was once not a believer, and cared not for which religion people believed in, now he has turned back to R'hllor with hope that he can help keep the night light with the flames.
Thoros is certainly a believer now and hopes he can be of use to his god in the wars to come. He is curious to see who R'hllor names as his champion, Azor Ahai, and is hoping he is there to guide whoever that may be on to help fight back the invasion from the great other, who's name shall not be spoken...
HISTORY
Thoros sat down by the fire, his usual flask full of any kind of alcohol he could find (rarely water) in arms reach, tied around his neck and dangling loosely by a rope. He made himself comfortable, and a hooded and mysterious figure sat down on the opposite end. Beric too, was there, and some other Brotherhood members scattered around the camp. The sun was setting fast, and with the night almost upon them the campfire began to glow brightly in contrast with the dark of the night.
"So, my friend. You wanted to talk, let's talk hm?" Thoros began. "I'm Thoros, of Myr. This fellow sitting beside me is Beric. Now I already know who you are, so let me tell you exactly... Who I am..."
"I was born in Myr, across the narrow sea where I was born into a large family of eight. The youngest, in fact. My father had no use for yet another son, cunt he was, gave me away to a temple of R'hllor, you know the red god. They tried to train me to be a red priest there, you might have seen one of us before. I prayed all of the prayers, spoke the spells and shit I even saw things in the flames. I was too busy with girls and alcohol for any of that. I was too much of a pain to them so they, like my father, sent me away. At least they gave me a task. I was sent to Westeros to convert the Mad King, Aerys Targaryen, to the red god. They would be fools to think I'd actually achieve anything. They insisted anyway, and figured that since Aerys had a particular soft spot for fire then maybe he'd like the red god, god of fire, lord of light, R'hllor.
That all didn't go to plan as when I got there, King Aerys' time was about to come to a halt as the new King Robert Baratheon was marching upon the capital. I was heading that way, and since Robert's victory was certain after he'd already killed the bulk of the Targaryen forces, I decided to join in. I was good with a sword, and me and Robert got along. Once he was king he and I were two peas in a pod. I tried to preach to him but he didn't listen. I wouldn't blame him, we both were suckers for women, food, and drink. It's how we got along so well. Eventually, I gave up. I was a fool, no priest. I wished to spend my time using my talents for what they were, not pretending to be a red priest when I wasn't. I would fight in tournaments with my sword ablaze. The crowd loved it. I even fought for a little in the Greyjoy rebellion, under King Rob. Although King Rob liked me I don't think his other highborn friends were too fond of me. The failed fat priest, they called me.
This was how things were for a time, but then it all changed. The war of the five kings began. Ned Stark, our former hand of the king saw that justice should be served to the mountain, Tywin Lannister's mad dog. He was off pillaging in the Riverlands, so Ned assembled a small team of around one hundred men to bring him back so that he may serve a trial. That's where I befriended Beric here. He lead the team, and we set off for the Riverlands give that big fucker what he deserved. The whole thing was a trap though, the cunts ambushed us and slaughtered every one of us. I managed to escape, but poor Beric here had a lance, right through his chest. I was desperate, I wanted to save a friend, so I turned to the lord of light for help. I knelt next to my friend's corpse and performed a ritual, you could say. Whispering the words of the red god I managed to bring life back to Beric. T hat's when it all changed.
As soon as we managed to round up the survivors of the attack we renamed ourselves to the current Brotherhood we are now. We were sworn brothers, protecting the realm, serving our god, and helping each other in King Robert's name, even after his death. We protect the common people from raiders, ravages and savage dogs such as the Mountain. We became outlaws, causing shit for the Lannisters in any way we could, while slipping back in the woods so nobody could find us. I fought alongside them with my sword of flames, and saw visions of the past, present, and future in the flames. As we all know Beric is a shit fighter. He's also shit at dying as I managed to resurrect him five more times, six in total. I'm convinced that our lord of light has a plan for me, he has a plan for Beric, and he has a plan for all of us. He is real, and I'm convinced."
Thoros finished, lifting his flask to his lips to clear his now dry throat after all of his talking.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Please give a role play sample as the character that you're auditioning for. It must be at least 250 words, in third person and using quotes for any dialogue. (Please do not just recreate a scene that has already happened. We want to see how well YOU can portray the character.)
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