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Toru

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos 2”, as played by Gladis

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B A S I C S ⚔


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N A M E
Toru

N I C K N A M E S
Toto: Lu Feng's revenge for being called 'Lulu'. Unlike Lu Feng, however, Toru doesn't seem to mind his nickname in the least.
White Tiger: The name should be self explanatory.

A G E
Unknown
Appears to be somewhere around the ages of 40 - 45

G E N D E R
Male

T R I B E
The Shirotora Clan

R A C E
Byakko

R A N K
Former Leader



P E R S O N A L I T Y ⚔


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Overbearing † Charming † Warm † Noble † Rowdy

Toru embodies the gifts of charisma and confidence, and projects authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. Toru is noble and physically overbearing. Yet whilst he is wild and sometimes seems somewhat inconsiderate to others, his jovial nature and warm personality make up for it. He is a man who values friendship highly, and he regards the bonds he makes with people as his greatest treasure. It is worth to remember that whilst he may be compassionate to those with whom he bonds, but is ruthless towards those who have wronged those he cares for.

Noble and proud, Toru is a true warrior at heart. He loves the heat of a battle, yet simultaneously loathes needless bloodshed. As such, he’s not overly cruel as would be expected a monstrous beast like him to be, and instead always tries to keep bloodshed to a minimum. This is the case despite his love for battles and destruction. To Toru winning a battle outright also isn’t always what is most important, and before he decides to strike anyone down, he will always offer them to join him first. In true essence of his personality and nature, it has never been the world he wishes to defeat, but the hearts of men he dreams to conquer. Toru is a man of honor. He prefers to beating his enemies without killing or humiliating them. Yet if it seemed like there was no other way out, Toru would never hesitate to draw his sword.

Toru can easily relate to others' emotions, helping them to establish harmony and good will, and minimize conflict. Beneath all that scruffy shell beats an intensely feeling heart. When he gets caught up in something exciting and interesting, there is nothing that could possibly keep his passion in check.



P R E F E R E N C E S ⚔


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L I K E S
† Mead † Battle † Making Friends † Swordsmanship † Food (meat in particular) † Hunting † People † Telling Stories † Hearing Stories † Happiness † Laughing † Beauty † Tea †
† Animals † Children † Beautiful Women † Handsome/Beautiful Men † People who value Friendship † Honesty † Snow † Good Weather † Optimism † Music † Dancing †
† Laughter † Connecting with People † Interesting Individuals † Sex † Helping People † Amusing People † Passion † Spring † Physical Contact † Weapons † Loyalty †
† Breaking Things † Good Wine †

D I S L I K E S
† Cowardice † Foolishness † Seagulls † Dishonorable Actions/People † Brussel Sprouts † Poverty and Famine † Needless Bloodshed † Unnecessary Cruelty † Superstitions †
† Dishonesty † Too Complicated Things † Mind Games † Flithy Tricks † Math † Being Hungry † Disloyalty † Being Woken Up † Having his food stolen † Being Alone †
† Discrimination † Small Weapons †

D R E A M S
† Exploring the World

F E A R S
† Hurting those he loves
† Losing those he cares for

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual



H I S T O R Y ⚔



History:




A P P E A R A N C E ⚔


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Grayish White

E Y E ✧ C O L O R
Blue

T A T T O O S ✧ M A R K I N G S
Toru has countless of scars marring his body – trophies from his past battles, as he proudly tends to call them. The most prominent ones, however, is one across the left side of his lip, a large, long one crossing his shoulder and one on the right side of his torso. He has no tattoos.

H E I G H T
218 cm

D E S C R I P T I O N
Toru is a giant. Easily crossing the two meter line with his dazzling height, he is not only tall, but also possesses an extremely bulky build. In fact, there have been rumors that he once killed a bear with his bare hands – and most wouldn't put it past a man of such physical ferocity. He has sternly chiseled features with eyes that give off a dazzling glow, able to overtake friends and foes alike with their sharpness. His hair is grayish white and wavy, reaching to somewhere around his shoulders. Unlike Lu Feng, Toru isn't fussy about it in the least. On the contrary, some would question if he has ever even brushed it at all.

You may have noticed something peculiar about Toru's appearance by now. A pair of feline ears sprout from his head, and less visibly (as he tends to conceal it with his clothes) a striped tail from his tailbone. Even if facial structure is slightly off – and that is not all too strange. Toru, you see, is not human. He was born a Byakko; a form of white tiger shape shifter.

As such he is capable of shifting between the form of a huge white tiger and human at will. Yet while he is capable of turning into a full tiger, he can never turn into a full human. The ears, tail and claw like fingers will always remain.



P O W E R S A B I L I T I E S ⚔


E L E M E N T
The white tiger is associated with the air element

A B I L I T Y
Toru's ability is simple. He is capable of shape shifting into a huge, white tiger. It is larger than a normal together, and his teeth are longer. Additionally, Toru possesses enhanced senses due to his feline nature. His hearing goes way beyond the scope of human hearing – as is his sense of smell and ability to detect movements.

Toru is a martial arts master, and had learned the art of harnessing energy from the flow of chi, in other words life energy, which can then be used in cases of extreme combat. He is able to physically manifest all of his inner energy and achieve extraordinary strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. He is also capable of infusing objects with chi, empowering and energizing them by manipulating their qualities and efficiency.

Chi manipulation is an art anyone can learn with enough practice and the right techniques. It is an unknown art in Imos, but has a few similarities with how the stones control the elements.

R E S T R I C T I O N S
† Takes time to build up chi depending on the amount of physically concentrated masses of it.
† The amount of Chi one can gather is finite, and can be used up quickly.
† Excessive use of chi will cause fatigue for the user.
† If the users body is not physically prepared, the chi could be sent into flux.
† When gravely injured, Toru is incapable of changing his form – as he requires stamina to transform.



S K I L L S ⚔


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† The Warrior †
† Swordplay (Master)
† Climbing (Familiar)
† Handle Animal (Proficent)
† Intimidation (Expert)
† Riding (Expert)
† Survival (Master)
† Swimming (Proficent)

† The Rogue †
† Sense Motive (Proficent)
† Gambling (Expert)

† The Ranger †
† Hunting (Master)
† Archery (Expert)
† Penmanship (Beginner)
† Cooking (Expert)

† The Leader †
† Charisma (Expert)
† Leadership (Expert)
† Knowledge - Local (Proficient)
† Knowledge - Cartography (Proficient)

W E A K E S T ✧ S K I L L
† Toru can't read, or rather; he's very bad at it.

S T R O N G E S T ✧ S K I L L
† Toru is a powerhouse and a giant. He uses his strength and size in battle, making him an exceptional warrior.



E Q U I P M E N T ⚔



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I N V E N T O R Y

So begins...

Toru's Story

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Darkness. Silence. Distress. The sky was tinted black, and as far as he could see, a blood red sea was stretching far into the distance of every direction. He was standing in the middle of it all, with blood up to his waist, and though he didn’t seem to move at all, it felt as though he were falling. Falling. Falling where? He didn't know, but it made him feel sick so he wanted it to stop. He tried to run, but like water the red substance held him back, and he realized that he would have to wade through the sea. In which direction was he even going? He couldn't tell, everywhere looked the same. Images flashed before his eyes; pale, gaunt faces with hollow eyes. Bony hands were reaching for him from the darkness, pawing at his face and arms, clawing at his back and chest. He tried to run yet stumbled over his own feet and fell.

Fell into the sea of blood.

More images of faces flashed before his eyes. Children, their faces twisted into cruel expressions of amusement. They were laughing at him, taunting him.

”If you’re one of us you should have no problem bending the water out of the way so that you don’t drown!”
”You can’t be water tribe and not be able to swim!”
”Throw the freak into the river! Throw the freak into the river!”

An invisible hand grasped hold of his hair, pushing him face first into the water, holding him down so that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t get his head back above the surface. The laughter was drowned out by the sound of his erratic heartbeats, the taste of metal beginning to fill his mouth, forcing its way down his throat. He was beginning to feel light headed. Surely he would die. Surely he would drown in this sea of blood. He struggled harder, tried to reach the surface. The wraiths were closing in on him, their sharp teeth-


Lu Feng woke with a start, his eyes wide with terror and his heart hammering wildly in his chest. Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead and his clothes were soaked, his breath coming out in sharp gasps. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts and realize that he was in fact riding, his slender fingers tightly entwined with the mares mane. She didn’t seem to mind, and continued to peacefully trot alongside the huge, coldblooded stallion, on which an equally large man was seated. He was regarding Lu Feng with a look of concern, pricking his peculiar animal ears. On Toru’s shoulder, Lu Feng’s falcon Hunter had made himself comfortable, puffing up his feathers as he cleaned himself carefully. He was about as vain as his owner, so they made a good team.

”W-why the fuck didn’t you wake me up?!” Lu Feng exclaimed, his voice riddled with anger and perhaps a note of fear; the aftermath of his nightmare.

”Because we’ve been traveling for almost three days straight and you’ve refused to sleep every single time we stopped to do so. I thought it would do you well to get some rest, even if it was on horseback,” the other replied calmly, a surprisingly gentle smile gracing his rather rough features.

”Well, it didn’t do me well so don’t let it happen again,” the raven haired male retorted coldly, refusing to even look at his traveling companion when he did so.

”What’s wrong with you?” Toru’s smile had faltered, replaced by a frown but also a look of concern, ”you’ve been acting like this ever since you fell into river.”

”It has nothing to do with the river,” it was an outright lie, and not even a particularly good one. Yet to Toru it was also a cue that Lu Feng didn’t wish to discuss the topic further, so he let it go.

For a moment, there was silence. It wasn’t awkward or anything – just a moment for both of them to gather their thoughts. Then, after a while Lu Feng spoke, his expression having softened slightly. ”Where are we heading next?” he asked, casting the giant a sideways glance.

”Lakeshore’s the closest town,” said Toru, before realizing what that meant for Lu Feng. The younger male tensed, a look of utter dismay settling across his delicate features.

”Lulu, I’m sure they won’t reco-”

”I don’t fucking care what you’re sure of, you stupid giant tiger! I’m not going anywhere near that godforsaken hellhole!” he was like a viper spitting venom, all worked up again.

Toru sighed, ”Lulu, you’re being childish. It’s not like I would let anyone harm you, nor do I think you would be unable to defend yourself. Whatever has happened in the past is in the past. We’re just going to stay there for a short while, stocking up our food supplies and perhaps trading or selling a few items, you know?”

Toru’s attempt to convince Lu Feng failed miserably, and he got nothing but a sulky youth as a way of reply.

”Fine,” said the white tiger, a warm smile spreading across his face, ”Let’s make a deal. We set up camp outside of Lakeshore where you wait until I’ve finished business in town, okay? And then we leave as soon as possible. Sound good?”

Lu Feng looked at him reluctantly. Then nodded his head. He could live with that.

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Despite all the drama elsewhere, the mood in the tavern was pleasant. A warm and inviting fire was crackling in its fireplace, casting dancing illuminations of yellow and orange upon the walls, furniture and people. Music and laughter sounded where men had gathered for the evening; drinking, conversing and gambling. To Toru's right a young chap with dark hair was chatting up the youthful barmaid; to his right a group of three men and a rather gruff looking woman seemed to be caught up in an intense game of cards. It surely wasn't the fanciest of bars, but it had the kind of lively atmosphere Toru loved. It showed in the way he smiled as he gave his companion an unintentionally hard 'pat' on the back.

"Drink up, lad. There ain't nothing like a good drink after a long ride!" as if to emphasize his words, the giant took a few large gulps of his mead before setting down his cup with a thud. Due to the force of his actions, a small amount of it managed to splash onto the table – yet Toru payed it no mind. Instead he gave the cloaked figure next to him a hearty grin; earning a slight glare in response.

"You shouldn't be so noisy, old man. We don't want everyone's attention, do we?" his companion hissed quietly, cautiously taking a sip from their own, considerably smaller cup.

A loud chuckle rumbled in the giant's chest as he took another large gulp of his mead. "Don't ya' worry, kiddo. See, everyone's loud here, ain't they? So we'll stand out more if we cower like cornered field mice, ya' know? Just relax, Lulu."

ImageBoth were cloaked, though only Lu Feng had pulled his hood down far enough to shroud their eyes from view. He did under no circumstances wish to be recognized by anyone – even if the probability was awfully low. Even so, it was bad enough that he'd let himself be convinced to follow his friend into Lakeshore. It was easy for Toru to tell him to calm down, but in a place Lu Feng had so many horrible memories tied to – this was definitely easier said than done. He was already a jumpy person without the added stress of facing his childhood terrors. Toru too, was hooded, but that for the sole reason of keeping his peculiar animal ears a secret. It wouldn't do to cause a commotion, after all. Especially not if they were planning to make some business in this town.

"That's a stupid claim, even coming from you," Lu Feng countered wryly, "just finish up so we can go get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow..." the black haired youth trailed off as a conversation a bit further away caught his attention.

"Have you heard?" said one of the dark haired youth to the barmaid, "there are rumors three people were killed tonight," as though he were trying to make the situation sound even more dramatic than it already was. Before he continued, the boy leaned closer to the barmaid and lowered his voice – though Lu Feng could still make out what he was saying by reading his lips, "by an assassin."

The barmaid of course looked horrified, clasping her freckled hands over her pink lips as she gazed at the boy with her blue doe eyes. "Really?" she asked, a silver of doubt in her voice. "That's horrible! Oh goodness, how shall I dare leave-" whatever she said next completely bypassed Lu Feng, as he'd already lost interest in what they were saying. So now they've got assassins running havoc, eh? I suppose hellholes will always be hellholes, no matter how many years pass. His lips curled into a slight, bitter smile. Somehow, he found the situation rather amusing.

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Reshar watched the woman from roofs as he his practices of traveling from tree to tree back in Shadowfen. He recalled a list of noble women on the list that he had looked at. They had brief descriptions next to the names. It was the description that gave the woman's identity away.

'If I remember this one's name is Embla deSoleh.' he thought to himself. She seemed rather flushed from the excitement of the town as well as being in "this" man's arms. She was at age where marriage either has or should be taking place. Could this man be hers. He had a fair face and his body seemed slightly sturdy as well. Reshar was forced to slow down as the two stopped and seemed to be getting agitated. He inched closer and scanned the area for a good location to hide, and possibly strike from the shadows should the opportunity present itself.

Which it always did.

Reshar listened in and found that the guy was attempting to convince her to leave the town until it was safe and she seemed to have some love and responsibility to her family. The man continued trying to persuade her talking about their future family together. She seemed so torn, tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes. Reshar didn't really care one way or the other. If they got out of town they would escape into the woods which was Reshar's favorite hunting ground. But if they split up then she would be easy pickings. The problem was if anyone else came to join them.

The argument was going nowhere and the longer Reshar waited the worse it would get. He readied the dart and blowgun once more and dipped it into appropriate vial and then grabbed a second dart and placed it in a different vial. He then took aim and exhaled sharply into the blowgun and sent the first dart flying.

"Ouch," the young man exclaimed as he reached to the back of his neck and felt something sticking out. He pulled it just as he heard Embla let out a 'Ow', herself. He pulled the dart out of his neck with little concern for what it was until he found something similar in her neck too. "Arl yuul alllight?" he mumbled as he tongue stopped working. He then saw Embla grasping her throat with terrified eyes as she seemed to have trouble breathing. Just then the man slumped down unable to move his body or talk as he watch his love suffocating before his very eyes.

All this was missed by Reshar, for his job was done and he had rushed the job more than usual due to the huge request that was given to him.

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Reshar watched the woman from roofs as he his practices of traveling from tree to tree back in Shadowfen. He recalled a list of noble women on the list that he had looked at. They had brief descriptions next to the names. It was the description that gave the woman's identity away.

'If I remember this one's name is Embla deSoleh.' he thought to himself. She seemed rather flushed from the excitement of the town as well as being in "this" man's arms. She was at age where marriage either has or should be taking place. Could this man be hers. He had a fair face and his body seemed slightly sturdy as well. Reshar was forced to slow down as the two stopped and seemed to be getting agitated. He inched closer and scanned the area for a good location to hide, and possibly strike from the shadows should the opportunity present itself.

Which it always did.

Reshar listened in and found that the guy was attempting to convince her to leave the town until it was safe and she seemed to have some love and responsibility to her family. The man continued trying to persuade her talking about their future family together. She seemed so torn, tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes. Reshar didn't really care one way or the other. If they got out of town they would escape into the woods which was Reshar's favorite hunting ground. But if they split up then she would be easy pickings. The problem was if anyone else came to join them.

The argument was going nowhere and the longer Reshar waited the worse it would get. He readied the dart and blowgun once more and dipped it into appropriate vial and then grabbed a second dart and placed it in a different vial. He then took aim and exhaled sharply into the blowgun and sent the first dart flying.

"Ouch," the young man exclaimed as he reached to the back of his neck and felt something sticking out. He pulled it just as he heard Embla let out a 'Ow', herself. He pulled the dart out of his neck with little concern for what it was until he found something similar in her neck too. "Arl yuul alllight?" he mumbled as he tongue stopped working. He then saw Embla grasping her throat with terrified eyes as she seemed to have trouble breathing. Just then the man slumped down unable to move his body or talk as he watch his love suffocating before his very eyes.

All this was missed by Reshar, for his job was done and he had rushed the job more than usual due to the huge request that was given to him. He was told to do it as fast as possible. Reshar didn't argue. He showed results. The city was in too much of a fuss. The forests were littered with lights and people stomping around. He realized to his chagrin that he was going to have to try to lay low he quickly pulled a small bottle and pulled off the cork and sniffed it and instantly pulled his nose away before he got too close.

'That will do'he said as he closed the bottle and he slid to the back of the house. When he was comfortable with the safety he dropped back to the ground and rolled to distribute the weight. He got up and opened the bottle and made his way to the nearest tavern. He had left his coat on the roof and took only the bottle he had with him before. He started to drink it and made sure to drip it down his front. He came out into the street swaying and tumbling and muttering loudly, complaining that everyone was too loud. When people passed by they smelt the alcohol on him and veered off because they had bigger things to worry about other than a drunk. But instead of going into the tavern Reshar went to the back street and "collapsed" against the wall and let the strong drink try to takes its hold on him. Relunctantly it was hard for Reshar to get drunk, but he had watched drunkards and learned to imitate them as he just let himself lay on the ground and as he let his mind relax, he told himself that he must sleep.

And there he lay for who knows how long.