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Thunor - Exiled Killian Ranger

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((This Biography is written in Anglish, English with as few words of non-Germanic origin as possible.))

NAME: Thunor Dunstan
GROUP: Loosely tied with ORC
RANK: Wanderer
KIND: Mankind
OLDNESS: 29
MAN/WOMAN: Man
HEIGHT: 204cm
WEIGHT: 102kgs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Fair; slight darkening
FEELS THE FORCE: Yes

᛫ᛄᚢᛋᛏ ᚹᚪᛁᛏ ᚹᚻᛁᛚᛖ ᚻᛖ ᛗᚪᚣ ᚱᚩᚪᛗ᛫ᚪᛚᚹᚪᚣᛋ ᚪ ᚻᛖᚱᚩ ᚳᚩᛗᛖᛋ ᚻᚩᛗᛖ᛫

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
(+) Tough - Years of hard living on Kilia IV's highbergs has left Thunor with an iron hide. He does not readily feel pain and easily withstands harsh weather.
(+) Skilled - Having grown up with the teachings of the Kilian Rangers, Thunor is rather knowledgeable in fighting; both with his fists and with some bits of the Force.

(+/-) Stubborn - Like a Bantha, Thunor's stubborn ways lead him to, and from, threats, day-by-day.

(-) Unknowns - Having just left Kilia IV, Thunor knows little about the stars. He is dumbstruck by all of the other kinds of beings and their many tongues -- as well as all of the new tools such as starships and metal-men.
(-) Greedy - There is not a lot Thunor wouldn't do for more pennies and plunder.

LOOKS:
A heavy-set and broad man who towers above most. The beard which wraps his chin is longish and rugged with a few grey hairs standing out among it all. A strong forehead speaks the story of both wisdom and brawn, though it is marked with wrinkles unfitting of one so young. Eyes, green as summer leaves, are deeply set within his skull and carry with their gaze a hushed strength. His body is made up of heavy thew from years of living in the threatening wilderness of Kilia IV; such a life has also cut marks into the skin all over his body. Apart from the bare, red, marks of a hard life, Thunor's body is smothered in thick, dark brown, hair -- leaving not much of the man bare.

When clothed, folk may be bewildered as to whether or not he's a Jedi or a Sith. The truth is, Thunor is neither. He just wears clothes that are much alike, though ragged. The main giveaway is his lack of a lightsword.

YORE:
Hwæt! Thunor was born on the eighth year of Great Winter Past, under the eighth star and blessed by the heavenly God after which he was named -- Thunor. This, sagas say, afforded Thunor his great strength in body and in mind. His was a fatherless birth, so the elders tell. Other folk talk in whispers about the 'whore and her cursed child'. Shortly after birth, when the boy was but a sprout - a big one, mind you - a Kilian Ranger stumbled across him. His inner knack for the force was seen and acknowledged, leading to the boy being marked as a good match for Squirehood.

Thunor's early childhood was pretty wonted; the life of a boy in a big town. His mother was beggarly, so the school he went to was dirty and rather lacking. The other children made fun of Thunor, the fatherless one, and shunned him. This made his early life a one of loneliness, with few friends.

On his thirteenth birthday, the Kilian Ranger who'd found him years before came back. The man, Eadmond Wulfstan, offered Thunor a choice -- become his squire and be taught the ways of the Kilian Rangers, or live out his years as a nobody. It was an easy choice to make.

As the boy grew and became a man, so did his greed. Knowing it was a bad thing, one the Rangers would not welcome, Thunor tried to hide it from them. This worked for a time - even well after he became a fully fledged Ranger himself - until he was found selling trinkets from long-ago. Trinkets that belonged to the Rangers and the Kings of Kilia IV. As well as this, he was selling his skills as a Range -- wanting pennies for his work. This is forbidden within the Rangers, and Thunor was quickly stripped of his Shield Gauntlet and Lance and sent away.

Ashamed, he wandered his homeworld for a time. Years fell behind him until, one day, he stumbled upon a smuggler ship hiding in the woods. Thunor traded a few trinkets he owned for a ride off-world.

Now, he wanders the many worlds in the heavens, etching out a life among the stars through any work he can find.

SHIP:

KILLS:

WANTED MEN GRABBED/KILLED:

᛫ᚻᛖ ᚷᚩᛖᛋ ᚹᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᚾᚩ ᚩᚾᛖ ᚻᚪᛋ ᚷᚩᚾᛖ᛫ᛒᚢᛏ ᚪᛚᚹᚪᚣᛋ ᚪ ᚻᛖᚱᚩ ᚳᚩᛗᛖᛋ ᚻᚩᛗᛖ᛫

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