LOST CLAN CREATION FORM The Horseman Name: Torgus
Nicknames: Tog, Torg, Torgy; anything but Gus
Gender: Male
Age: -- N/A
Original Clan: War
Job Role: Warrior
Personality: Let us know about your horsemen, the reactions they had to their world being destroyed, and their goal now, as part of the new clan, to rebuild, what exactly they are looking for/ what sort of feelings /how they might identify themselves now.
+Brave
Not a lot scares Tog, and he's - obviously- not afraid to show it. He'll bluster into any situation with his typical big, goofy grin. He doesn't mind extreme conditions, enjoying roughing it in the wilderness as much as he likes to wade into the midst of battle. After all, practice makes perfect, and he wants to become the strongest warrior of the war clan- something that can only be achieved by stepping over the
bodies of his enemies. Preferably without tripping and looking like a fool. Deep down inside, despite his brashness and tendency to flap at the mouth, he really does care about his fellow horsemen, considering them all comrades in arms, and isn't afraid to take the front line.
+Optimist
The grass is always greener on Tog's side of the lawn. A glass half-full type, he never has trouble seeing the bright side in any situation. He greets every day with a smile, and a laugh- or perhaps a guffaw - and seems to just let even the harshest criticism roll off his back. After all he knows what he's doing, ok? He's got a
plan. A-yep. Nevermind that their homes got destroyed, their families are mostly dead, and they're squatting in the woods next to a high school full of Halloweeners; Tog prefers to consider himself fortunate to have survived, and just wants to help everyone move on as best he can.
+Cooperative
Tog is a team player, and loves working in groups. He likes to offer his own insight to others- however wrong or inappropriate it may be. He thrives on social interaction and is an avid conversationalist. He will often go out of his way to work with others rather than go it alone. After all, what is life if you don't have friends? He's a friendly guy, if a little goofy, and he does his best to win people over. Everyone should just get along! Two heads are better than one! The more the merrier! He enjoys swapping stories, chatting, and learning new things about people. Variety is the spice of life, and he feels he can learn useful skills just by observing and spending time with people from every clan.
-Reckless
This little pony has a tendency to run in first, ask questions later. He doesn't seem to get the fact that strategy is the way to trump most foes; preferring to dive headlong into everything, relying on brute force or skill alone to solve his problems for him. The fact that he has an abysmal success rate doesn't seem to bother him- he'll just try, try again, and will drag others into his foolhardy adventures. It's gotten him into serious trouble in the past, and can only make things worse now that there are so few of his brethren left. Gambling the safety of himself and his comrades hasn't done him any favors, but he can't seem to separate the idea of 'bravery' from 'foolhardiness'.
-Bigmouth
Tog acts before he thinks, but talks before he acts- which comes a LONG TIME ahead of the thinking. His mouth is probably so big because he's always jamming those feet of his ankle-deep in it. It's a wonder he's survived as long as he has; his tendency to make accurate but unflattering observations is troublesome at best, and infuriating at it's worst. He also has a tendency to state the obvious, oblivious as to how pointing things out aloud might make others feel. He's the guy who out tell a man in a sickroom that they 'look half dead', or would cheerfully announce they were outnumbered ten to one while rushing into battle. It's not just his careless comments that gets him into it, however; he's terrible with keeping secrets or withholding information. Telling Tog something is like shouting it into a megaphone- everyone within a mile radius will know about it before the end of the day.
-Erratic
Tog's recklessness tends to send him on odd errantries and adventures. His behavior is rarely predictable, and it makes him somewhat difficult to work with or around. You can never tell what's going on in his head (besides perhaps a lovely game of ping pong) and it often makes his behavior and mood hard to gauge. He is young and impulsive, and it shows. Tog often has little reason behind his actions beyond a vague conjecture that it 'felt right' or it 'seemed to be the thing to do'. He often trusts his questionable instincts first, without consulting others in his party.
Mount Form: Liz the Pygmy Hippo neutral Weapon Form: MacheteFEAR ATTACK: Y2: (Uses Gambler's Chance!) Aerial Divey Stabby Death Stab of Doom - Torg flings himself through the air at you, heedless of obstacles in the way, or your own weapons, or even HIS weapon. He's coming at you, bro.
Y1: (Uses The Chill!) Bloodletting - Torgus stabs himself. Strategically.
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