Thomas "The Dread Hound," Cleare
Jul 30, 2015 1:12:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 1:12:31 GMT -5
THOMAS CLEARE
Tommy, "The Dread Hound," Oldster | Straight |
TWENTY ONE | MARS |
GENERAL INFORMATION
:FULL NAME: Thomas Cleare
NICKNAME: Tommy, "The Dread Hound," "Oldster,"
AGE: 21
SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
GODLY PARENT: Mars
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
TRAITOR OR NOT: N/A (Will work for either side, depending on profit.)
SPECIES: Demigod.
NICKNAME: Tommy, "The Dread Hound," "Oldster,"
AGE: 21
SEXUALITY: Straight
GENDER: Male
GODLY PARENT: Mars
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
TRAITOR OR NOT: N/A (Will work for either side, depending on profit.)
SPECIES: Demigod.
personality
LIKES:
DISLIKES:
DREAMS:
FEARS:
Fail to fulfill even one of his goals, or die before doing so.
He's a free spirit. Chaos made form. He does not believe in tying himself down or working for one "Faction," alone. He believes in independence, himself, and the harsh way of how the world works. He believes in making the best of his situation as a machination of battle and war, and lives off women, battle, and glory. Much like the past people did. He has no passion other than war and the pleasures of the flesh, a hedonist and a warrior through and through.
However, do not be fooled. He has his plan in mind. He wishes to be known and influential enough to be a major player in the power vacuum in the Demigod world. Though, he refuses to be someone's "vice," He will carve his name out, either with wealth and influence, or fire and imperial gold. He's ambitious and driven to succeed by any means necessary, even if it means murder of innocents.
He's a loose canon, though with some sort of honor. His word is gold, and he will never betray someone he gave his word to. Though it will cost them dearly. He's a man of his words, despite having a brutal pragmatic approach in life and in battle. He believes in loyalty and honor, for one. Even if he's not about subterfuge and plotting for his betterment.
Once you befriend him, however, he will stick by your side no matter what. He believes that you're part of his "pack," and worthy of being with him in his plans. That's right, everyone else is mere meat, you and him? You're the alpha of them all. Made to rule, bred for glory.
Betray him however, and face the consequences. You will get what's coming to you. It can either be the edge of his sword, or something else entirely. You may not get it now, but you will get it soon. He holds a grudge like no other, and he will make sure that you get what's coming to you.
He's very informal when dealing with people, however. He believes in niceties and such. He may be a sellsword, but it doesn't mean he'd have to be cold and unapproachable. In fact, he's very nice, approachable, and somewhat flirtatious. Though, he does prefer women.
- Battle: He may be an opportunist, someone who's best motivation is wealth and self-advancement, but he is, by all means, a lover of battle. His blood rushes whenever there's battle to be had. He makes his fortune in battle and wars, and no doubt he developed a sick love for bloodshed and battle. He feels most alive when in love and facing battle.
- Hedonism and Debauchery: He's a creature of battle, war, and bloodshed. His other spectrum is this, a man that loves excess. Drinking, parties, and sexual relations. He lives life to the fullest, without a thought afterwards. He loves the pleasures of the flesh and the mind, as well. A true free and chaotic spirit.
- Wealth: He's a son of war, however; despite his siblings fighting because of "fighting," he fights for a reason. For profit, for wealth. He's a bloody war-seeker, no doubt. But do not expect him to kill for you without proper compensation. He decided to turn his sheer, gleeful hobby into something profitable. He enjoys money, as it translates to hidden influence.
- Power: Power and wealth makes you the true winner. Influence over others, respect, and being feared is something that he desires (Or perhaps achieved, in some aspects.) He does this for his own reason, of course.
- Demeter/Aphrodite (Ceres and Venus) Children: There's just -something.- about them that makes them his favorite type of girls.
DISLIKES:
- Cowards: He absolutely despises cowards. Thinking them not worth of life, or his time. He will cherish the moment when he gets to thrust his sword in one's throat. Perhaps it stems from him being naturally fearless?
- Unnecessary Deaths: Death comes to him in every form, but when it's unnecessary, he absolutely hates it. Yes, he believes in the fittest surviving, but he absolutely hates it when something that could be profitable is washed out in the name of bloodshed. He believes that violence has a price, and violence without a price is simply stupid.
- Self-Righteous People: We are all monsters. We are children of egotistical beings of immense power who wage their battles and wars through their hundreds of offspring, who they couldn't spare one look. Don't act self righteous. We're all monsters, he just happened to be better at being a monster than mosto f them.
DREAMS:
- Build his own Sea-Vessel and travel the world.
- Fight in one glorious battle, worthy of the ages.
- Raze, Reave, and Raid around the world, and live as a Mercenary-King.
FEARS:
Fail to fulfill even one of his goals, or die before doing so.
He's a free spirit. Chaos made form. He does not believe in tying himself down or working for one "Faction," alone. He believes in independence, himself, and the harsh way of how the world works. He believes in making the best of his situation as a machination of battle and war, and lives off women, battle, and glory. Much like the past people did. He has no passion other than war and the pleasures of the flesh, a hedonist and a warrior through and through.
However, do not be fooled. He has his plan in mind. He wishes to be known and influential enough to be a major player in the power vacuum in the Demigod world. Though, he refuses to be someone's "vice," He will carve his name out, either with wealth and influence, or fire and imperial gold. He's ambitious and driven to succeed by any means necessary, even if it means murder of innocents.
He's a loose canon, though with some sort of honor. His word is gold, and he will never betray someone he gave his word to. Though it will cost them dearly. He's a man of his words, despite having a brutal pragmatic approach in life and in battle. He believes in loyalty and honor, for one. Even if he's not about subterfuge and plotting for his betterment.
Once you befriend him, however, he will stick by your side no matter what. He believes that you're part of his "pack," and worthy of being with him in his plans. That's right, everyone else is mere meat, you and him? You're the alpha of them all. Made to rule, bred for glory.
Betray him however, and face the consequences. You will get what's coming to you. It can either be the edge of his sword, or something else entirely. You may not get it now, but you will get it soon. He holds a grudge like no other, and he will make sure that you get what's coming to you.
He's very informal when dealing with people, however. He believes in niceties and such. He may be a sellsword, but it doesn't mean he'd have to be cold and unapproachable. In fact, he's very nice, approachable, and somewhat flirtatious. Though, he does prefer women.
background
His childhood...well, let us say that it began one cold night, in the house of one war veteran. A woman gave birth in the house, aided by a midwife. What came out was a baby boy, loudly crying, with a head full of black hair, and big brown eyes. But the man who stood over the woman had a head full of blonde hair, and his eyes were blue....
Years of doubt, paranoia, and the war's toll on the man's sanity finally made him snap. He took his gun and ended the life of three people there. The Midwife's, his wife, and...his own.
The bullet for the child shot off, away from the crying child. In the brutal scene of death, the wolves of the She-Wolf Lupa entered his home, and took the small pup to Lupa's house.
For years he stayed there, he knew nothing but battle, survival, and the hunt. At age five he was hunting with the other children and the other pups. Lupa found the child driven, obedient, and rash. Often, he hunted first. He lead, and he killed. Sometimes, the brashness lead to Lupa needing to discipline the child through her bites and claws. Scars which show even know, as a sign of his remembrance.
Years passed, and the young pup, nameless and without identity, was sent to camp. Lupa told him to conquer or to die. Instead of answering through speech, he quickly took his wooden, makeshift spear and threw it with great force and velocity through the air, letting it find it's mark on a bear's chest. He spoke not another word as the wolves stared at him. He simply walked off and retrieved the spear.
Monsters beset him, and they all fell. He either evaded their senses, faced them head on, or worked through the covers of shadows and defeated them while covered in stealth. Not long, he made his way on the border of Camp Jupiter. Where he was greeted with shocked faces. Why? Well, simply because they found him there, standing, his teeth dripping blood as he held a whimpering cougar with one hand, with a very visible bite mark on it's neck. The moment he stepped in camp's border, he was claimed by his father, the war-god.
The Praetor named him Thomas Cleare for unknown reasons. He quickly made his way up the ranks of legionnaires. Through battle, quests, and war games. He proved himself to be an excellent Roman. Showing impressive skill with commanding men and troops as well as competence with arms, but he truly excelled with the sword. Preferring a European longblade instead of the gladius, as it complimented his strength and speed blended into one.
He made a name for himself and climbed his way to be a Centurion. He was the one sent on the daring missions, of course. He was one of the Centurions leading the front line during the Romans' invasion of a Fortress infested by monsters. As time goes by, he goes to be a respected figure at camp, and a feared one to Camp's Enemies.
Not long however, war was declared against the Greek Demigods. And he was one of the Legionnaires whose name resonated across the two sides. His deeds were whispered of or told in war-camps. The men and women of camps whisper of the Greek Fortresses he sacked, the Greek Commanders he slain, and the prizes and booty he took from battle. They spoke of the Dozen-Hanged. The twelve Demigods who surrendered to his force, and instead of allowing them refuge, he decided to hang them by their necks in a line, as a warning to the Greeks.
Some say he was not made to be a hero, he was too ruthless to be one. Evident by his questionable actions. He lead dozens of Roman Demigods in destroying a Greek Bunker, However, they were holed up in the bunker deep and had a strong garrison. But it did not fell him, and he lead the charge in scaling the walls, leading to over forty deaths. He was infamous for refusing to accept surrender by normal demigods, instead either hanging them or cutting their throats open, while his important prisoners were coldly tortured and sent back to Camp Jupiter in less-than-ideal status. His prisoners were often incapable of speech and were diagnosed with different mental ailments.
He cut a bloody path through the Greeks' line, and in battle, preferred to use his tranquil rage to make his way to the commanders and slay them in single combat. His ferocity in battle and his sheer skill with war had him dubbed by both sides as the Dread Hound. People often say that he fought with the fury of ten men, and with the cruelty of ten as well. That he was Ares' favorite crazed dog, and the Romans' best war-hound, tearing her enemies from bits to bits. As a testament of his skill, he was chosen lead the Vanguard in the battle of Camp Half Blood, while the Praetor led the Reserves.
When the war as over, with Camp Half Blood burned to ashes and cinders, he was recalled back to Camp. The Ruling Body decided to give him the position of leading skirmishes against these Renegades and Remaining Greeks. While he gleefully did so at first, the unending battle without result and profits made him believe that the war gave him nothing. As such, he began to question and often times outright defy the Praetors and the Ruling Body, whom he now saw as corrupt, and only used him as some sort of Monster to be sent at his enemies without reparations.
The last straw was drawn when the two sides made peace. While he was admittedly not bothered by the peace, the remaining Greeks who very well knew his name demanded he pay in blood for the "atrocities," He committed during the war. And, knowing the Romans would sacrifice him for the better end, he decided to instead abandon his position publicly. He renounced his position as Centurion, and condemned their corrupt ways. Telling them that he was more than capable of surviving by himself. When the Romans told him that he simply can't forsake his position and his citizenship of being a Roman, he smiled and told them, "Who will stop me, then, from walking out of your ruins and carving my own path to glory, no matter how bloody?" He placed his hand on his sword, and told them that he could cut through them like cheese, before leaving.
Now, he used the sizable booty and plunder he had from the war to build himself a pub in New York. The Huntsman's Den, he called it. But it's more than a pub. Here, they could hire his services as a mercenary, for any work. From harassing someone that owes them a debt, to sundering a small monster camps for a fee, of course. And now, his infamy as a sellsword and a hired blade grows.
Years of doubt, paranoia, and the war's toll on the man's sanity finally made him snap. He took his gun and ended the life of three people there. The Midwife's, his wife, and...his own.
The bullet for the child shot off, away from the crying child. In the brutal scene of death, the wolves of the She-Wolf Lupa entered his home, and took the small pup to Lupa's house.
For years he stayed there, he knew nothing but battle, survival, and the hunt. At age five he was hunting with the other children and the other pups. Lupa found the child driven, obedient, and rash. Often, he hunted first. He lead, and he killed. Sometimes, the brashness lead to Lupa needing to discipline the child through her bites and claws. Scars which show even know, as a sign of his remembrance.
Years passed, and the young pup, nameless and without identity, was sent to camp. Lupa told him to conquer or to die. Instead of answering through speech, he quickly took his wooden, makeshift spear and threw it with great force and velocity through the air, letting it find it's mark on a bear's chest. He spoke not another word as the wolves stared at him. He simply walked off and retrieved the spear.
Monsters beset him, and they all fell. He either evaded their senses, faced them head on, or worked through the covers of shadows and defeated them while covered in stealth. Not long, he made his way on the border of Camp Jupiter. Where he was greeted with shocked faces. Why? Well, simply because they found him there, standing, his teeth dripping blood as he held a whimpering cougar with one hand, with a very visible bite mark on it's neck. The moment he stepped in camp's border, he was claimed by his father, the war-god.
The Praetor named him Thomas Cleare for unknown reasons. He quickly made his way up the ranks of legionnaires. Through battle, quests, and war games. He proved himself to be an excellent Roman. Showing impressive skill with commanding men and troops as well as competence with arms, but he truly excelled with the sword. Preferring a European longblade instead of the gladius, as it complimented his strength and speed blended into one.
He made a name for himself and climbed his way to be a Centurion. He was the one sent on the daring missions, of course. He was one of the Centurions leading the front line during the Romans' invasion of a Fortress infested by monsters. As time goes by, he goes to be a respected figure at camp, and a feared one to Camp's Enemies.
Not long however, war was declared against the Greek Demigods. And he was one of the Legionnaires whose name resonated across the two sides. His deeds were whispered of or told in war-camps. The men and women of camps whisper of the Greek Fortresses he sacked, the Greek Commanders he slain, and the prizes and booty he took from battle. They spoke of the Dozen-Hanged. The twelve Demigods who surrendered to his force, and instead of allowing them refuge, he decided to hang them by their necks in a line, as a warning to the Greeks.
Some say he was not made to be a hero, he was too ruthless to be one. Evident by his questionable actions. He lead dozens of Roman Demigods in destroying a Greek Bunker, However, they were holed up in the bunker deep and had a strong garrison. But it did not fell him, and he lead the charge in scaling the walls, leading to over forty deaths. He was infamous for refusing to accept surrender by normal demigods, instead either hanging them or cutting their throats open, while his important prisoners were coldly tortured and sent back to Camp Jupiter in less-than-ideal status. His prisoners were often incapable of speech and were diagnosed with different mental ailments.
He cut a bloody path through the Greeks' line, and in battle, preferred to use his tranquil rage to make his way to the commanders and slay them in single combat. His ferocity in battle and his sheer skill with war had him dubbed by both sides as the Dread Hound. People often say that he fought with the fury of ten men, and with the cruelty of ten as well. That he was Ares' favorite crazed dog, and the Romans' best war-hound, tearing her enemies from bits to bits. As a testament of his skill, he was chosen lead the Vanguard in the battle of Camp Half Blood, while the Praetor led the Reserves.
When the war as over, with Camp Half Blood burned to ashes and cinders, he was recalled back to Camp. The Ruling Body decided to give him the position of leading skirmishes against these Renegades and Remaining Greeks. While he gleefully did so at first, the unending battle without result and profits made him believe that the war gave him nothing. As such, he began to question and often times outright defy the Praetors and the Ruling Body, whom he now saw as corrupt, and only used him as some sort of Monster to be sent at his enemies without reparations.
The last straw was drawn when the two sides made peace. While he was admittedly not bothered by the peace, the remaining Greeks who very well knew his name demanded he pay in blood for the "atrocities," He committed during the war. And, knowing the Romans would sacrifice him for the better end, he decided to instead abandon his position publicly. He renounced his position as Centurion, and condemned their corrupt ways. Telling them that he was more than capable of surviving by himself. When the Romans told him that he simply can't forsake his position and his citizenship of being a Roman, he smiled and told them, "Who will stop me, then, from walking out of your ruins and carving my own path to glory, no matter how bloody?" He placed his hand on his sword, and told them that he could cut through them like cheese, before leaving.
Now, he used the sizable booty and plunder he had from the war to build himself a pub in New York. The Huntsman's Den, he called it. But it's more than a pub. Here, they could hire his services as a mercenary, for any work. From harassing someone that owes them a debt, to sundering a small monster camps for a fee, of course. And now, his infamy as a sellsword and a hired blade grows.
POWERS & ABILITIES
Telumkinesis, being a son of war, he's a natural when it comes to weapon. However, even if he is competent with every weapon, he prefers his bastard sword, which he aptly named, "Fleshseeker," as he shows not only master, but immense greatness when wielding it.
Perhaps the drawback of this ability is that it's unusually geared towards bladed and projectile weapons. So while he might "excel" in other type of weapons, he can only truly unlock his fullest and elite potential with bladed weapons. Perhaps matching even Achilles at his prime combined with his skill and ferocity with the weapon
He's also a fearsome commander of men, due to his intellect and his war blood. He can organize and lead men with great efficiency, though he prefers to lead through the front, while inspiring men to battle harder and such. He's an unyielding commander, inspiring men to stand even against impossible odds. He holds sieges well, and excels at besieging as well. However, it is widely accepted by both sides that he's best when it comes to open-field battle, even formulating strategies rivaled only by fellow ares or mars children, or even battle-hardened athena children. However, he combines his tactical and strategic inborn prowess with actual experience manning the field, making for a dangerous combination.
This ability translates to his fearlessness, as he prefers to lead by the Vanguard. Meaning he leads by the front.
He also uses unorthodox tactics. As such during one battle, where they were faced against a force of crazed monsters and a Demigod Contingent, he decided to withdraw and let the Demigod engage the monsters, before swooping in and clearing what's left, taking the entire battle without a loss of men in his side.
However, for all his skill with leading men, he can be felled by a better commander of men. As his ability depends solely on his actions.
Another thing that makes him dangerous is how he can blend these two powers together. His proficiency with every weapon translates to war-engines. So, he's fully capable of knowing how to best and efficiently manufacture siege weapons from scratch, how to properly use them for the best results, and how to maintain them to the point that they're always at their best.
He can use his great mind as a commander to know where to place these weapons of war and tell the men how to use it best for maximum results and efficiency.
Perhaps the drawback of this ability is that it's unusually geared towards bladed and projectile weapons. So while he might "excel" in other type of weapons, he can only truly unlock his fullest and elite potential with bladed weapons. Perhaps matching even Achilles at his prime combined with his skill and ferocity with the weapon
He's also a fearsome commander of men, due to his intellect and his war blood. He can organize and lead men with great efficiency, though he prefers to lead through the front, while inspiring men to battle harder and such. He's an unyielding commander, inspiring men to stand even against impossible odds. He holds sieges well, and excels at besieging as well. However, it is widely accepted by both sides that he's best when it comes to open-field battle, even formulating strategies rivaled only by fellow ares or mars children, or even battle-hardened athena children. However, he combines his tactical and strategic inborn prowess with actual experience manning the field, making for a dangerous combination.
This ability translates to his fearlessness, as he prefers to lead by the Vanguard. Meaning he leads by the front.
He also uses unorthodox tactics. As such during one battle, where they were faced against a force of crazed monsters and a Demigod Contingent, he decided to withdraw and let the Demigod engage the monsters, before swooping in and clearing what's left, taking the entire battle without a loss of men in his side.
However, for all his skill with leading men, he can be felled by a better commander of men. As his ability depends solely on his actions.
Another thing that makes him dangerous is how he can blend these two powers together. His proficiency with every weapon translates to war-engines. So, he's fully capable of knowing how to best and efficiently manufacture siege weapons from scratch, how to properly use them for the best results, and how to maintain them to the point that they're always at their best.
He can use his great mind as a commander to know where to place these weapons of war and tell the men how to use it best for maximum results and efficiency.
Henry Cavill | PLAYED BY: Clovis
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