Khórr Rotoszher-tar

Feller of Mercy Rotoszher Tar-Khórr (a.k.a. Kettlehead)

Chumley is a right barmy. Ever seen him in training? He's loose there. In combat, shite me, any semblance of reason or surrender run down the hole. Rotoszher's his name, House Khórr-- Thems'k is his grand-dad, second son. They're dying like flies, and the Kettlehead remains. Lord gives us our year 7-633 and this fucking zealot. !!! His bellow was that of Axay-aras "Nooorch!" and it came with a promise to be cleft with his axe. Was he a Wolf, or Man, the grand-son to Khórr himself? Why, to be elected alone of all House Khórr to become Haraerlan-- surely this was to suggest some man or another saw in him either power bare, one to bring glory-- or to be shed of him. God did the stars fall before Rotos knew mercy. Battle madness was *his* and God was it his. Anything prideful, unrelenting he was, one who was manic enough for the Tigers, and the Blacks even, yet *they* were not manic enough for him! Should one he dueled fall down, the man or woman would soon be mauled and maimed, likely killed as the battle-madness of the Kettlehead yet raged in his veins.
He likes wolves. He does! Seen him run off to the wilds with no leave? Well he slinks so he isn't missed, and all know what he's up to. Why else bring some alden bones and tendon? He's got friends in the wilds: does he cuddle and pet, as if a Blood? Nay he wrestles them, eats the same flesh and is part of the pack. Wolfish soul given human form-- why not? It'd be embarrassing for some-ought poor fellow to be so inspired by a dog, but not so for the local wolves. But Rotos, drugies-- he has a pair for the lupine, and a heart and a mind. If it weren't for the Fringians he'd likely be chasing down moose and killing with bare hands, eating uncooked meat.
I mite'ne like him awful much, but our best fighter he remains, control or not. Not because technique, tactics or draw-- but because he's the pure Kiri. The one who won't give up, surrender. If he is anything as a lord, he will keep the Houselands as they are not because he decided so, but because he is so. Savage, thirsty and out for anyone's blood who's weak-- as the land itself. To fight with him is to fight with Kiri-ara all-- to battle against him is as well; see where swinging a sword will get ya, fighting the soil and the roots, mountains hills and rivers.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Big man, sinewy and strong rather than bulky and tough. Carried scars from a decade of full-contact combat training, and feared neither wounds nor death.

Body Features

Skin quite thick, northern brown rather than southern fair; went with no facial hair. Well-trained body was quite hairless-- very slim, very limber and hard to the touch.

Facial Features

Oval in general, yet sharp in details; nose straight, with the nostrils tensing and teeth showing when irritated, and almond eyes, short and thick brows tensing into a bestial expression upon venturing into combat, in the ring or field.

Identifying Characteristics

Thick hair was a good identifier; he would keep his brown locks shoulder long, and tied them with whatever had on hand, preferably iron rings which could double as fist irons. During his Haraerlan, Rotos'zher went with a Mohawk of sorts, the Great Mane of shaven temples, and a dyed mane: a hair-do common to the Tigers, whom he wanted to ally. He went as far as to tattoo some of their war marks on his body, despite the rather 'long-toothed' approval of the Striped One, Yoniar. Rotoszher looked fierce, was fierce and his sabre smiled ever, as he grinned.

Physical quirks

Right-handed, right-footed-- very smooth and controlled in motions, even at his worst moments of battle madness.

Special abilities

One could say: berserking, and one would be right. At times, men lose it in battle. Often, this is worsened by the psychedelic gunpowder. Rotoszher was a loose cannon in the end, looking for fights with anyone and everyone whom he saw as a threat.

Apparel & Accessories

Plain military clothing underneath half-plate which he later abandoned during the Fourth Year of the Fringian War.

Specialized Equipment

Main weapon was a simple, long-hafted bearded axe; was equally skilled with a sword, yet had long since realized the nature of the axe being somewhat rare, and skilled masters being rarer still. It was not uncommon for the youngest of Khórr to hack an unfortunate enemy into pieces, making the next target utterly terrified, if not outright flee.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Rotoszher is in it to become the ruler of Issqar, and earn his stripes in live combat, both against Taergaled and his homegrown, feudal competitors. He is addicted to combat, sees it as a sport, and war as the game for kings and nobles. His drive and ambition is secondary to his addiction for war.

Social

Family Ties

Thems'k Khórr

Religious Views

Virtually none-- sees all and everything a battle for survival, with good being victory and life, and evil being death and defeat. Sees surrender hateful.

Social Aptitude

Something of a loose cannon even in the best of times, utterly losing it in combat, often enough. Rotos'zher is charismatic enough to garner followers, and be seen as the true Khórrian in that he uses his mind and not only his body in winning. He has an odd draw to his personality; men *want* to follow him, if only to see where they will end up. Likely victory-- maybe more than that, should they perform well?

Mannerisms

Was often chewing chunks of pine sap to keep his teeth with no discoloration. Grinned evilly, and tilted his head to the side to let someone know he did not like them. Spoke ever with utter confidence, and seldom, very seldom apologized, and even then virtually always at the Khórr's behest-- ventured before his inquisitor to say 'Was unclean of me ta eat yon dog. Hrch. Ought to train them ta distinguish friend from foe.' and he might leave a large puppy with whomever it was he had wronged, as a reminder; don't fuck with me, alden'zin, ya house not fuck with me either, lest I fuck with them.

Hobbies & Pets

Had a soft spot for wolves, and often ventured into the woods as a young man to catch a glimpse of the lupine, ever diminishing in the wild as man took his share from the woods. An avid card player, he was a sore loser, and would duel men to the blood if he suspected cheating - which was often.

Speech

Thick Issqaran accent, yet hints of Tvbéran and Rämenaran here and there. Rotosz'her was by no means a polyglot, yet had an ear for tongues and could learn a language far easier than an average university student.

Wealth & Financial state

Penniless, yet about to swim in loot and plunder, bub-marks and glory gained on the battlefield.

Ethnicity

Kiri of the Orient

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Kettlehead

Life

610 634

Circumstances of Birth

Only surviving grand-child to Thems'k Khórr by 7-633.

Birthplace

The Khórr Estate by Vaerg'vara

Gender

Male.

Eyes

Fierce, almost yellow brown

Hair

Short, dark locks of dark brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair

Height

2.2m

Weight

112kg

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Norch, ya mud-foot. Run along, lest you leave in a flask."
"You are fearless, brother." -- spoken to wolves, and only once a human...

Aligned Organization

Tripartite General Staff of 7-629