Post by littlefluffette on May 27, 2014 9:18:24 GMT
Name: Urien (pro. Eer-yen) Taggart
Age & Birthday: 51, November
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5’8” ft and 367 lbs
Appearance: (paragraph or image is fine)
Abilities: Swamp Magic
Job: Potions Maker and Land owner
Class: Spell Caster
Personality: Urien is a miserable, grumpy, sour, anti-social wreck of a man who rarely smiles and tends to be in a mood best described as “angry” almost all of the time. Every little irritant will quickly set him off and if something does not start to go his way, Urien will voice his opinion about it and with little concern about who it upsets. He has a fiery temper set off by any attitude or otherwise nasty comment directed towards him, and at times if he’s really upset Urien will kick, scream and go into what is best described as a temper tantrum. To make matters worse Urien considers himself highly and tends to have a very stuck up attitude, even though he can be a major screw up who leaps into action too quickly or acts before he thinks. Despite that however, he often dismisses all critiques about himself as lies or goes right to an angry fit of screaming and shouting, telling said critic how they are wrong and he is right. If that is not enough, Urien is also very unfriendly. It takes a lot to get him to offer any compliments to others and even if he’s known someone for years he still considers them as nothing more but an acquaintance. Urien also lacks any concept of “good social actions”. Years of isolation have left him with little knowledge about how to behave in public, so he may end up doing things he really shouldn’t.
Thankfully Urien is not always this terrible. While he can screw up and often does he can feel remorse and will try to fix said problem he created, even if he still won’t admit he messes up a lot. At the same time if Urien has truly upset someone he can go from loud and obnoxious to quite tame and fearful, usually staying quiet and out of the way until everything has calmed. Urien can be bizarrely kind to those ill or in need as well, never passing by a homeless man or woman without offering some gold or a potion to help, though don’t expect him to stay long and become chummy. And, while it takes quite a lot, if someone can figure out Urien’s behaviours and knows just how to act then he can be very pleasant in return. It just requires a lot of patience and getting to know just what sets him off.
History: Urien was the son of the Swamp Witch Taggart, a wealthy landowner and rather lonely woman whose only contact with the world was the occasional guest who wandered into her marshes. For every incident where a lost man or woman strolled onto her property, Ms. Taggart would wildly chase them away and in some cases simply kill them if a fight was put forward. To the mad woman, many that entered into her marshes were “trespassers” unfit to even smell the mucky air. But if it so happened to be a handsome male, then her demeanor would change at the flip of a coin and she would insist they stay the night and keep her company. It was one of these not so lonely nights which inevitably led to the birth of Urien, her only child who she dotted on endlessly and obsessively watched over. She adored her baby boy, pleased to have the company of someone who did not slip away upon the breaking dawn to escape her presence. But in an effort to keep him with her, Urien was never allowed to leave the swamp or even stray off of their property. Amongst his forced captivity, his mother was arguably a queer women who habitually would go through highs and lows, most of these sporadic mood changes being reflected on Urien. When she was in a good mood she would spoil her baby boy rotten. When she was in a bad mood, every misstep or noise was backtalk.
Back and forth she would go between calling Urien her good, perfect, angelic son and then demonizing him as a piggy, whiny little brat who was too selfish for his own good. Clearly in time Urien, like many who had known Ms. Taggart, grew to dislike her flippant moods and wished to try and get away. But every attempt to leave, even as an adult, often resulted in screams, beatings and at times a spell that forced Urien to stay. Thus for thirty-five years the daily cycle repeated, Urien never successfully leaving his home or experiencing any real contact with the outside world save for the temporary intruders which he often killed for personal amusement. Then on one particularly drab day as he lazed about at home, his mother disappeared. She had left the house to collect some ingredients for a potion and usually before dusk she would have come home, prepared his dinner and then proceed to work on her potions while Urien gobbled up his meal.
But on this rainy day she had not returned home, or the day after, and so on. After a week of waiting and being forced to cook, clean and care for himself Urien eventually went out and searched for her out of discomfort for having to do true work. But he found no signs, no hair or cloth or even her satchel. His only assumption was that she either was eaten up or ran off with some guy, as she often threatened Urien with should he upset her too much. For a brief second he almost felt sadness, but then he remembered one thing that he had yearned for. To be away from his mother. She was finally gone and he was free at last, the world was his oyster. And what did Urien do now that he could do whatever he wanted, go wherever he wanted?
Why he stayed at home of course! Urien may had been relieved in some ways to be able to do whatever he wanted, but he also had developed a very bitter outlook on the world, preferring privacy over discovering places outside his swamp. However even he at some point had to leave, and despite living alone for an extra seven years he was inevitably forced to earn some money in order to restock his food pantry. A year later he learned about his status as land owner to the Marshes and returned to isolation when he found money from taxes were enough to keep him going, leaving only to buy food and sell the odd potion. And then came the Corollpheist, emerging from his marshes after years of living alone. No one was around to save him, though by luck it did not matter. Being such a spiteful little thing, the Corollpheist spat him out and fled, finding Urien too toxic to integrate. By chance members of An Léim had been stalking the Corollpheist and observe Urien being spat out. While loud, mean, and quite annoying, they felt Urien would be useful with his potion and spell casting, and felt that with the Corollpheist they could always use him as a shield considering how awful he was.
It took a lot of convincing and quite a bit of gold, but with the promise of more wealth to add on to the one he had inherited, he accepted.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Gold
+ Being right
+ Naps
+ Rainy weather
+ Privacy
+ Feasting
+ Gossiping (the only time he’s social!)
+ Playing with Seam
+ Walking at night
+ Seeing new places
- Having to pay taxes
- Being told he’s wrong
- Crowded locations
- Hot, dry weather
- Seams climbing down his shirt (she has seriously sharp claws)
- Intruders in his swamp
- Being called fat
- Having to go collect the taxes for his land (that means socialization)
- Better magic casters
- Fuufuus (those things are like pests; they get into his house, eat his stuff, run away)
Items & Tools:
- Urien owns a staff that helps amplifies his magical abilities.
Other:
- Urien owns a small serpent (who he keeps on confusing to be a pygmy dragon) by the name of Seam. Because her species are so small, she’s an acid spitter though thankfully she only does this when threatened (and mainly when Urien demands it). She also believes that Urien is her “mother”
- Urien has also recently found “another” pygmy dragon, this time a large spotted pygmy. This one is currently at his home due to its size
- Urien hates kids with a hot passion and prefers to keep his swamp all to himself, to the point where he abstains from sex just to avoid having children (and yes, he is a virgin)
- Urien is a screw up in everything else except for 2 things; first is potions making, he really knows how to make powerful little mixture. The other is Swamp Magic from making an environment into a swamp, to growing materials in swamps and so on
- Urien refuses to view himself as “fat” and always uses words like “robust”, “large”, and “vigorous” to describe his physique
- Urien owns almost all of Deahe Marsh, though mostly by name alone. He has hired workers (passed over by his mother) who create the laws and enforce order. He also has a restricted zone in the swamp where no one is allowed to enter; this is where his house is.
- Though he joined An Léim for wealth, there is a part of him deep inside which had done it for the adventure and seeing the world.
Age & Birthday: 51, November
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5’8” ft and 367 lbs
Appearance: (paragraph or image is fine)
Abilities: Swamp Magic
Job: Potions Maker and Land owner
Class: Spell Caster
Personality: Urien is a miserable, grumpy, sour, anti-social wreck of a man who rarely smiles and tends to be in a mood best described as “angry” almost all of the time. Every little irritant will quickly set him off and if something does not start to go his way, Urien will voice his opinion about it and with little concern about who it upsets. He has a fiery temper set off by any attitude or otherwise nasty comment directed towards him, and at times if he’s really upset Urien will kick, scream and go into what is best described as a temper tantrum. To make matters worse Urien considers himself highly and tends to have a very stuck up attitude, even though he can be a major screw up who leaps into action too quickly or acts before he thinks. Despite that however, he often dismisses all critiques about himself as lies or goes right to an angry fit of screaming and shouting, telling said critic how they are wrong and he is right. If that is not enough, Urien is also very unfriendly. It takes a lot to get him to offer any compliments to others and even if he’s known someone for years he still considers them as nothing more but an acquaintance. Urien also lacks any concept of “good social actions”. Years of isolation have left him with little knowledge about how to behave in public, so he may end up doing things he really shouldn’t.
Thankfully Urien is not always this terrible. While he can screw up and often does he can feel remorse and will try to fix said problem he created, even if he still won’t admit he messes up a lot. At the same time if Urien has truly upset someone he can go from loud and obnoxious to quite tame and fearful, usually staying quiet and out of the way until everything has calmed. Urien can be bizarrely kind to those ill or in need as well, never passing by a homeless man or woman without offering some gold or a potion to help, though don’t expect him to stay long and become chummy. And, while it takes quite a lot, if someone can figure out Urien’s behaviours and knows just how to act then he can be very pleasant in return. It just requires a lot of patience and getting to know just what sets him off.
History: Urien was the son of the Swamp Witch Taggart, a wealthy landowner and rather lonely woman whose only contact with the world was the occasional guest who wandered into her marshes. For every incident where a lost man or woman strolled onto her property, Ms. Taggart would wildly chase them away and in some cases simply kill them if a fight was put forward. To the mad woman, many that entered into her marshes were “trespassers” unfit to even smell the mucky air. But if it so happened to be a handsome male, then her demeanor would change at the flip of a coin and she would insist they stay the night and keep her company. It was one of these not so lonely nights which inevitably led to the birth of Urien, her only child who she dotted on endlessly and obsessively watched over. She adored her baby boy, pleased to have the company of someone who did not slip away upon the breaking dawn to escape her presence. But in an effort to keep him with her, Urien was never allowed to leave the swamp or even stray off of their property. Amongst his forced captivity, his mother was arguably a queer women who habitually would go through highs and lows, most of these sporadic mood changes being reflected on Urien. When she was in a good mood she would spoil her baby boy rotten. When she was in a bad mood, every misstep or noise was backtalk.
Back and forth she would go between calling Urien her good, perfect, angelic son and then demonizing him as a piggy, whiny little brat who was too selfish for his own good. Clearly in time Urien, like many who had known Ms. Taggart, grew to dislike her flippant moods and wished to try and get away. But every attempt to leave, even as an adult, often resulted in screams, beatings and at times a spell that forced Urien to stay. Thus for thirty-five years the daily cycle repeated, Urien never successfully leaving his home or experiencing any real contact with the outside world save for the temporary intruders which he often killed for personal amusement. Then on one particularly drab day as he lazed about at home, his mother disappeared. She had left the house to collect some ingredients for a potion and usually before dusk she would have come home, prepared his dinner and then proceed to work on her potions while Urien gobbled up his meal.
But on this rainy day she had not returned home, or the day after, and so on. After a week of waiting and being forced to cook, clean and care for himself Urien eventually went out and searched for her out of discomfort for having to do true work. But he found no signs, no hair or cloth or even her satchel. His only assumption was that she either was eaten up or ran off with some guy, as she often threatened Urien with should he upset her too much. For a brief second he almost felt sadness, but then he remembered one thing that he had yearned for. To be away from his mother. She was finally gone and he was free at last, the world was his oyster. And what did Urien do now that he could do whatever he wanted, go wherever he wanted?
Why he stayed at home of course! Urien may had been relieved in some ways to be able to do whatever he wanted, but he also had developed a very bitter outlook on the world, preferring privacy over discovering places outside his swamp. However even he at some point had to leave, and despite living alone for an extra seven years he was inevitably forced to earn some money in order to restock his food pantry. A year later he learned about his status as land owner to the Marshes and returned to isolation when he found money from taxes were enough to keep him going, leaving only to buy food and sell the odd potion. And then came the Corollpheist, emerging from his marshes after years of living alone. No one was around to save him, though by luck it did not matter. Being such a spiteful little thing, the Corollpheist spat him out and fled, finding Urien too toxic to integrate. By chance members of An Léim had been stalking the Corollpheist and observe Urien being spat out. While loud, mean, and quite annoying, they felt Urien would be useful with his potion and spell casting, and felt that with the Corollpheist they could always use him as a shield considering how awful he was.
It took a lot of convincing and quite a bit of gold, but with the promise of more wealth to add on to the one he had inherited, he accepted.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Gold
+ Being right
+ Naps
+ Rainy weather
+ Privacy
+ Feasting
+ Gossiping (the only time he’s social!)
+ Playing with Seam
+ Walking at night
+ Seeing new places
- Having to pay taxes
- Being told he’s wrong
- Crowded locations
- Hot, dry weather
- Seams climbing down his shirt (she has seriously sharp claws)
- Intruders in his swamp
- Being called fat
- Having to go collect the taxes for his land (that means socialization)
- Better magic casters
- Fuufuus (those things are like pests; they get into his house, eat his stuff, run away)
Items & Tools:
- Urien owns a staff that helps amplifies his magical abilities.
Other:
- Urien owns a small serpent (who he keeps on confusing to be a pygmy dragon) by the name of Seam. Because her species are so small, she’s an acid spitter though thankfully she only does this when threatened (and mainly when Urien demands it). She also believes that Urien is her “mother”
- Urien has also recently found “another” pygmy dragon, this time a large spotted pygmy. This one is currently at his home due to its size
- Urien hates kids with a hot passion and prefers to keep his swamp all to himself, to the point where he abstains from sex just to avoid having children (and yes, he is a virgin)
- Urien is a screw up in everything else except for 2 things; first is potions making, he really knows how to make powerful little mixture. The other is Swamp Magic from making an environment into a swamp, to growing materials in swamps and so on
- Urien refuses to view himself as “fat” and always uses words like “robust”, “large”, and “vigorous” to describe his physique
- Urien owns almost all of Deahe Marsh, though mostly by name alone. He has hired workers (passed over by his mother) who create the laws and enforce order. He also has a restricted zone in the swamp where no one is allowed to enter; this is where his house is.
- Though he joined An Léim for wealth, there is a part of him deep inside which had done it for the adventure and seeing the world.
[b]Name:[/b] Urien Taggart
[b]Age & Birthday:[/b] 51, November
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Height & Weight:[/b] 5’8” ft and 367 lbs
[b]Appearance:[/b] (paragraph or image is fine)
[b]Abilities:[/b] Swamp Magic
[b]Job:[/b] Potions Maker and Land owner
[b]Class:[/b] Spell Caster
[b]Personality:[/b] Urien is a miserable, grumpy, sour, anti-social wreck of a man who rarely smiles and tends to be in a mood best described as “angry” almost all of the time. Every little irritant will quickly set him off and if something does not start to go his way, Urien will voice his opinion about it and with little concern about who it upsets. He has a fiery temper set off by any attitude or otherwise nasty comment directed towards him, and at times if he’s really upset Urien will kick, scream and go into what is best described as a temper tantrum. To make matters worse Urien considers himself highly and tends to have a very stuck up attitude, even though he can be a major screw up who leaps into action too quickly or acts before he thinks. Despite that however, he often dismisses all critiques about himself as lies or goes right to an angry fit of screaming and shouting, telling said critic how they are wrong and he is right. If that is not enough, Urien is also very unfriendly. It takes a lot to get him to offer any compliments to others and even if he’s known someone for years he still considers them as nothing more but an acquaintance. Urien also lacks any concept of “good social actions”. Years of isolation have left him with little knowledge about how to behave in public, so he may end up doing things he really shouldn’t.
Thankfully Urien is not always this terrible. While he can screw up and often does he can feel remorse and will try to fix said problem he created, even if he still won’t admit he messes up a lot. At the same time if Urien has truly upset someone he can go from loud and obnoxious to quite tame and fearful, usually staying quiet and out of the way until everything has calmed. Urien can be bizarrely kind to those ill or in need as well, never passing by a homeless man or woman without offering some gold or a potion to help, though don’t expect him to stay long and become chummy. And, while it takes quite a lot, if someone can figure out Urien’s behaviours and knows just how to act then he can be very pleasant in return. It just requires a lot of patience and getting to know how to interact with him.
[b]History:[/b] Urien was the son of the Swamp Witch Taggart, a wealthy landowner and rather lonely woman whose only contact with the world was the occasional guest who wandered into her marshes. On most occasions she would chase them away or simply kill those who happened upon her land, viewing many that entered her marshes as a “trespasser”. If it so happened to be a handsome male however, then she would happily invite them to stay the night, often so she could fulfil any sexual tension experienced in her loneliness. In one of her little romps with a wizard she ended up becoming pregnant with Urien, whom upon birth she both dotted on and strictly watched over. While she adored him, at last having someone willing to live with her, Urien was never allowed to leave the swamp let alone stray far from home. She was also very flippant in her behaviours, both spoiling Urien and yet calling him extremely selfish whenever he wished to do something that was not part of her agenda.
In time Urien, like many who had known Ms. Taggart, grew rather tired of her behaviour. He was starting to become an adult, and while he had developed his mother’s same distaste for social interactions, he also wanted to at least get away from her iron grasp. But every attempt to leave, even as an adult, often resulted in screams, shouts and at times a spell that forced Urien to stay. For thirty-five years this went on, Urien never leaving the swamps or experiencing any contact outside of his mother and the temporary intruder which he often killed. Then one day as he lazed about at home his mother disappeared. She had left the house to collect some ingredients for a potion and usually before dusk she would have come home, prepared dinner then proceed to work on her potions.
But on this day she had not returned home, or the day after, and so on. After a week of waiting Urien eventually went out and searched for her, wondering if she had been hurt, or killed, or ill. But he found no signs of her and never did, assuming either she was eaten up or ran off with some guy. Either way, she was finally gone and he was free at last, and what did Urien do now that he could do whatever he wanted and most importantly of all go wherever he wanted?
Why he stayed at home of course! Though he was relieved in some ways to be able to do whatever he wanted, he also had developed a very bitter outlook on the world, preferring privacy over discovering places outside his swamp. However even he at some point had to leave, and despite living alone for an extra seven years he was inevitably forced to earn some money in order to keep his land. This he did through potions making and mainly tax-collecting which he usually did every couple of months.
[b]Likes & Dislikes:[/b]
+ Gold
+ Being right
+ Naps
+ Rainy weather
+ Privacy
+ Feasting
+ Gossiping (the only time he’s social!)
+ Playing with Seam
+ Walking at night
+ Seeing new places
- Having to pay taxes
- Being told he’s wrong
- Crowded locations
- Hot, dry weather
- Seams climbing down his shirt (she has seriously sharp claws)
- Intruders in his swamp
- Being called fat
- Having to go collect the taxes for his land (that means socialization)
- Better magic casters
- Fuufuus (those things are like pests; they get into his house, eat his stuff, run away)
[b]Items & Tools:[/b]
- Urien owns a staff that helps amplifies his magical abilities.
[b]Other:[/b]
- Urien owns a small serpent (who he keeps on confusing to be a pygmy dragon) by the name of Seam. Because her species are so small, she’s an acid spitter though thankfully she only does this when threatened (and mainly when Urien demands it). She also believes that Urien is her “mother”
- Urien has also recently found “another” pygmy dragon, this time a large spotted pygmy. This one is currently at his home due to its size
- Urien hates kids with a hot passion and prefers to keep his swamp all to himself, to the point where he abstains from sex just to avoid having children (and yes, he is a virgin)
- Urien is a screw up in everything else except for 2 things; first is potions making, he really knows how to make powerful little mixture. The other is Swamp Magic from making an environment into a swamp, to growing materials in swamps and so on
- Urien refuses to view himself as “fat” and always uses words like “robust”, “large”, and “vigorous” to describe his physique
- Urien owns almost all of Deahe Marsh, though mostly by name alone. He has hired workers (passed over by his mother) who create the laws and enforce order. He also has a restricted zone in the swamp where no one is allowed to enter; this is where his house is.