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General Identification ]

»Name: Iorwerth , Morrigan, Foddpanytt
»Nickname[s]:  Iolo (by his friends), The nerd (by his brother), Big guy (by his girl friend)

»Gender: Male
»Age: 24
»D.O.B: October 13
»Class: Demoman

»Height: 1m83
»Weight: 77 kg
»Nationality: Welsh



Personal Information ]


»Personality: 

- Loyal
- Protector to younger people and green horns, sometime even way too much
- Never think twice when he has an idea
-Will gratefully share a drink with whoever ask him.
-Tend to keep his feelings for himself. 

»History: Iorwerth is the first born of a sibling of two. He was the one supposed to hold the family's hopes on his shoulder. And he did for a long time. He started a license for history and took also lessons in languages, his memory helping him to do both. 

Caring for his little brother, they grew together very close, even if the oldest boy was always supposed to do serious stuffs. He was the "neared" of the family, always in books or writing stuffs, except when his little brother obliged him out for a race or some sword fight. It was a nice routine and Iorwerth grew used to it pretty good, dealing with his lessons and erasing his mind with his brother. 
Until the day where he vanished. All of a sudden, his brother went missing and despite the searches the made, they never managed to find him back. The young boy, who was now a young man of 19 years old, cope with the pain and work a lot more to help his parents do the same. It didn't turned out as he had first tough. When he tried to build back a routine, his parents started to become more and more demanding on his grades and intellectual work. He could just barely go out of the house without them to call the police so he stopped going out and closed himself in educations. He was still a fan of old legend and one day, without warning his parents, he went out, directing himself to the nearby woods to find one of the "Fairy's portals", supposed to leads to another land. He was old enough to know it was not possible but still, it was nice to be out after so much time. 

He passed the whole day out doors roaming around in the woods. But when he came back home, he found his parents worried to death and they started to fight. It ended with him slamming his room's door behind him. He was tired of that. He was not made for a caged life. He wanted to live. He didn't even waited for his parents to get asleep. He packed stuffs, took some basic kit as knife, matches and other survival equipment, and went out of the house by breaking a window, as his parents had locked the doors. He went right back to the woods were he passed a full week just…. living. Not something cozy as the cage he was before. He actually had to fight against unusual things to survive, sometime even hurting himself bad enough to loose half his eyesight. The week turned to two, then three. He was back to the straight minimum, sometime even a little animal like, until people entered his "territory". Cops his parents sent after him. He fought them with traps but couldn't really deal with their strength.

 Despite the things he learned while living on the woods he was still weak. Never his little brother would have let them caged him. Never he would have let them educated their rules and even worse followed blindly just hoping for things to change by themselves. 
Iorwerth was tired of being just a "good who's working for everything to be fine". A stupid, useless, weak neard. THAT was what he was. What he has been all his life long. That what he didn't want to be ever more. As the cops were dragging him out of the wood, he stole one of their guns and shoot randomly. The last thing he remembered was a sudden shock on his neck then it turned black. 

When he opened his eyes again he was in a cell, but strangely, this cage seemed way more appreciable than the other one he was in before. He stood in cell for few days, he might have made a good shot even if it was random… His parents tried to take him out or even visit him but he only yelled insults at them, cursing them for making him weak. 
And one day, a guy came to visit him. The young man had never seen him in his life. He was…strange and looking pretty badly drunked too but his unique eye was still shining in interest. He made him proposition. Instead of going to a really jail, nothing a young boy like him would ever like to visit,  he proposed him to become his apprentice in somewhere far away. The man promise him he would become stronger and change completely from what he was before. 

Iowerth accepted without hesitation and also half changed his name for Iolo, which was sounding cooler and more easy to pronounce. 


»Talents and Skills:  Good with swords and sticky jumping, there's only poor chance against him in short ranged combat. He also got stronger since his first days and seems to be really good with animals now.

»Flaws:  Due to his unbalanced vision he's bad at aiming and also has some problems with distances. And some balance problem when he's drunk.

»Likes:  being with his friends, challenges, sword training, having a nice drink, his brother, his girlfriend

»Dislikes: feeling useless, people giving lecture to him (especially 'cause he's one of the oldest in blu team), speaking about himself

»Extra:
- Tend to turn back into his mother tongue. His accent kicks out even more when he's nervous or angry.
- Respectful toward ladies
- the scar at his left eyebrow is a memory of a fight he had with Eclair
- His magpie name is Moriarty and tend to steal stuffs a lot.
-He still has his left eye but  it has been damaged and he can't really use it, even if it's basically still working
-He's superstitious as hell. 
-Seems to understand a lot animals' language
- He has a job in the city and goes there every week-end.
-His brother, named Joel, is living in the city, as his girlfriend, Ashley.
-He doesn't let a lot of person use his full name.




Weapons ]


»Primary:  Grenade launcher
»Secondary: Scottish Resistance
»Melee: Claidheamh Mòr



Relationship Information ]


»Sexual Orientation: straight
»Relationship Status: single and not really interested
»Preferences/Interests: not his first occupation for now
»Current Attractions: --
»Romantic Partner: --

»Family:  Blu is his Family now. 
His blood sibling is living in the city and his girlfriend is a civilian living there as well.  


»Team Mates : 

:bulletblue: Eclair Solar :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: } -> The first gal I've met in 'ere. Still nice.

:bulletblue: Dean {:bulletwhite: :bulletblue:} -> Not dat moron than I tought. Still a little of course but...yeah really not dat much.

:bulletblue: Elijah Walker { :bulletpurple: :bulletgreen: } Again, just a guy who needs to be pulled back into the real world time to time

--

:bulletred: Ted Smith :bulletpurple: :bulletblue: } Dhis guy got some nerves in 'im fer sure. Quite dhe silent type but still hell of a fighter

:bulletred: Travis Bannen { :bulletpurple: :bulletwhite: } Fings we 'ave to do sometime have some impacts.

:bulletred: Tiana Olga { :bulletwhite: :bulletblue:} Nae much t'say 'bout dhis girl. Knows 'ow to 'elp as when to go.



Roleplay Methods ]


»Method[s]:

Preferred Method for RP: paragraph but I can go by script too.
Skype: sure ! just ask me for it ~ (and tell me who you are too... I'm not a prophet Sweating a little... ) 
dA Chat: sorry but nope
Notes: absolutly ~it's the way I'm used to the most
Comments: Nha. 
Other: I got a gmail adress. Ask me for it ~

»Time Zone: Europe Paris



Roleplay Example: ] 

He took another sip from his almost empty bottle. It was something like the second, or maybe third, bottle but those things were terribly light. Way too light for him. 

Sat in the sniper tower, he let his remaining eye jump from a place to the other in the open space that was the battlefield. It felt nice and peaceful when not filled with gunshots, explosions and yelling… He l iced it up there… Those very rare moment of calm and even loneliness. He liked his team and all but time to time he just felt like being on his own. Though it was never very long… 

He turned his head as he heard someone calling his name and quickly finished his drink then stood up. Loneliness time was over, back to his team. 




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ApprenticeFortress2 © wackomako
TF2 © Valve

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Sckookum's avatar
Is this a new one? I don't remember this one.