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Torne Ruska
Look! I can turn into a shark!
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Greatreef City
a character in “Equilibrium”, as played by OxiriusZoom
Description
He is 19 years old and measures 6"5'. In his humanoid form, he has messy dark violet hair, pointy ears, rather sharp teeth and bright yellow eyes. His skin is of a pale grey and his hands and feet are slightly webbed. He wears no shirt, although a chain is attached from his right shoulder to his left hip. He also wears black jeans held by a chain belt. He has a shark dorsal fin on his back, which is covered in tribal style tattoos. In his shark form, he is a larger than normal great white with tribal tattoos on its back.
Personality
Most of the time, people think he's a cold-hearted bastard. He insults or ignores mostly everybody. Once you get to know him and he gets to know you, he's a big teddy bear.
Equipment
Attached to his jeans are a falchion of which the blade has a small fin-shaped hook on the blunt edge named Sharktooth and a triple-barreled shotgun named Greatwhite.
History
As a kid, he grew up in the ghetto parts of Greatreef City, living a life of a gangster in his teenage years. He went five years in prison before coming out at the age of 18. His life has hardened him to the point that he trusts no one.
So begins...
Torne Ruska's Story
Torne Ruska watches everyone in the tavern through the corners of his eyes. He didn't trust anyone, especially the people of the tavern. They all look suspicious to him. He takes a swig from his mug of mead and puts it back on the table violently. Patrons from the table beside his glare at him. He glares back with shark eyes and they turn back to their conversation quickly. He snorts, "Cowards..."
Torne Ruska was surprised by the smack. His head snapped forward, making his mug fall on the floor and spill its contents. Out of his throat came a very menacing growl, almost beastlike. His eyes turned completely black as they turned into those of a shark as he slowly rose and turned around, towering over the miserable fool that had dared attack him, "Who's asking?" he asked in a still beastly voice.
Torne Ruska has poor vision over water with his shark eyes. Letting them return to his human eyes, the focus returned. The blue hair and birthmarks seemed familiar... Could it be? "Lue?" He whispered, unsure. He hadn't seen the triton in five years... "Is that you, Guppy?"
Torne Ruska sighed as he sat down, his chains rattling in the process, "I've been out for a year now... You have to understand I had to get used to society again... It wasn't easy..." He jumped when a harpy girl crashed into their table. He growled in a beastly manner again, his eyes turning completely black and his face starting to elongate.
Torne Ruska turned his menacing gaze to Araluen, "Do you really think calling me Dunderfin is going to make things better?" His fists clenched, making the veins appear and the muscles he had gained in jail bulge. His hair had receded leaving a full shark's head in the place of a human's head...
Torne Ruska took a deep breath and turned into his human form again. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, "Sorry, girl. I get carried away sometimes. I don't easily trust people..." He sat back down and called the bartender.
Torne Ruska thanked the bartender as he got his mug of mead. He took a long gulp and looked over to Araluen. He didn't trust the man he was talking to. Then again, he never trusted anyone... He sighed and looked back down at his mug, looking at his reflection.
Torne Ruska held back a growl, intended to both of the men, and nodded. He hated company and never trusted anyone. He barely knew the man... He was ready to accept the water elf at his table but comradery stopped there... He took a swig of mead.
Torne Ruska sighed again. If he was to reenter society, he at least had to make an effort. He cleared his throat and offered his clawed hand at Ictus, "Torne." He wasn't about to give his last name away so easily...
Torne Ruska noticed the cold of the hands... He was used to cold... He had lived and grown in cold waters for his whole life... He stopped shaking the hand... It reminded him too much of his past... He noticed Araluen's fidgeting and grinned, showing his sharp teeth, "Want to go for a swim, Guppy?"
Torne Ruska scoffed, "Come one, man. We're in a city built on water. Do you really think people would be freaked out by a triton? A merrowfolk I would understand, but a triton?" He laughed then took a gulp from his mug.
Torne Ruska nodded back. He didn't hate the elf but didn't trust him either. It would take a long time before Torne actually trusted someone other than his friend. He looked at Araluen. He had changed in the five years that he had not seen him. He seemed stronger and more mature, not the little twelve year old he had met... He sighed and ordered another mug of mead, large this time.
Torne Ruska could feel the gaze of the girl on the other table. He didn't like it when he was being observed. It was as if he was a circus freak or something. He looked at the harpy, trying not to glare, "What is it?" He asked. He was surprised at how, well, nice that sounded. Well it wasn't nice but not mean either. He wasn't used to this.
Torne Ruska sighed, "Curiosity killed the catfish..." he grumbled before taking a long swig from his mug. He looked at Araluen, "I've had one year to think about it and I still don't know what to do..."
Torne Ruska winced. He had always been closer to Araluen's parents than he was to his own, "I'm sorry to hear that..." He put a hand on his friend's shoulder. He then smiled a bit, "You're welcome." He then looked oddly at the water elf. Why would anyone enjoy Torne's company? He was a cold-hearted bastard for God's sake.
Torne Ruska shook his head, "I don't think I want to go to the poor streets of Greatreef... Maybe just take a swim somewhere..." He looks longingly out of a window...
Torne Ruska watches the other two depart. He gets up, his chair legs scraping across the floor, "Guess I'd better go... I want to use my fins a bit," He looks down at Araluen, "You coming?"
Torne Ruska swam around the deep waters of Greatreef City. Swimming bored him when he was alone. Being a shark didn't make him the most flexible of swimmers. He used his exceptionnal sense of smell to try to find something. He picked up the scent of a familiar person. He followed the odor and found Araluen swimming not too far away. He grinned inwardly and decided on a prank. Keeping a blood-frenzied shark face he swam mouth wide open at a high speed towards the triton, as if he was about to eat him.