[center][i][h3]Toruka[/h3]
31 ~ Orsimer ~ Forward Scout[/i]

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[b]Sum your life so far into a single paragraph:[/b] 
[indent][indent]My life began with my clan in Valenwood. My father was the chief and my mother his Forge-Wife, or what you would call his second wife. I spent more time in the air than I ever did on the ground, always looking to climb something else. I was the largest child of my brood and being the chief’s daughter, I had a lot to prove. These were happy times, but Mauloch decreed that they were not meant to last. A member of our clan killed a rival from another after a hunting dispute. The other chief demanded that my father hand our hunter over for punishment, but my father refused as he had a blood oath with the hunter's late father. We lost the resulting conflict, and my clan was slaughtered by our rivals. I should have died with the others, but my cowardice saved me. I hid under the corpses of my clansmen and waited until the screaming stopped. It has been fifteen of your years since then, but I still remember it when I close my eyes. My dishonor stains me and I cannot bring myself to return to my own people. I have wandered ever since using my skills to bring violence to others for a price. My hope is to find a good death to prove myself in the eyes of Mauloch. Your guild seems like a good place for this. [/indent][/indent]

[b]What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]After my clan's end... I wanted to end my own life. I felt a sorrow unlike any other. My sorrow drove me up the highest tree I could find, and once up there I stood on the edge of its highest branch. In a life such as mine you see many die from falling and I felt the urge to follow them. It would be as easy as throwing myself into the wind's uncaring embrace. Yet, I could not find the courage within myself to jump. I screamed at Mauloch to strike me down where I stood, but my feet refused to leave their anchoring point. I don't remember how or why I eventually climbed down, but I do remember the choice I made next. If Mauloch was not to kill me, then I had to earn his favor once more. I split open my hand with a nearby sharp stone and swore a blood oath upon the souls of all my clansman, I swore that I would fight until I fell in battle.

I choose to live that day. So now, when the old memories get bad, and they always do from time to time, I make another gash on my right arm as a reminder of my oath. The pain reminds me that I'm alive, and as long as I live...I have not yet earned the right to die. [/indent][/indent]

[b]Tell me how other people would describe you?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]What is the word that you ground-walkers use? Ah yes, open. The more I travel, the more I find that your people have a habit of not saying what they mean or what they want. You all seem to run or hide from your emotions, like you should feel shame for feeling? I do not understand this. Emotion is what fuels the warrior more than any meal. Rage, lust, pride these things have allowed lesser men to accomplish great things. To run from them is to only hurt yourself. [/indent][/indent]

[b]What are your outside interests?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]In her spare time my mother used to carve us little trinkets from the bone fragments left over from the hunt. After I left Valenwood, I soon began to make similar carvings. They are rough and uneven and far removed from the beauty of my mother's, but they give my fidgeting hands something to do. 

I also spend much of my time performing physical labor. My clan did not believe in extraneous activity - all work had to be work towards a purpose. Luckily people always seem to need help. A bundle of wood needs to move, crops need harvesting, and messages need delivering. People seem to appreciate this work, and I would be lying if I said their happy faces did not make me feel proud of my actions.

I permit myself one indulgence and that is music. Back at home, we had war drummers and thunderous singers, but not the vast number of instruments you have. I remember my first night staying in tavern and a local musician was playing. The music reminded me of happier times, of dances and celebrations, of the family I have lost. So, when I have the time, I'll make way to the local tavern and sit in for a song.... or three. If Mauloch chooses to damn me for this indulgence, then I do not regret a thing.
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[b]What are your greatest strengths:[/b] 
[indent][indent]We Orsimer of Valenwood are of a different stock than our mountain-born brethren, and I'm proud of that fact. I'm fast, I'm strong, and I've near met an obstacle that I couldn't scale. Looking at you land-walkers gawk as I bound up a tree is always a fun sight. Besides that, I'm self-reliant more than anything else. Life isn't easy growing up in an Orsimer clan and nobody holds your hand even if you share the chief's blood. I've also recently begun the process of learning how to make simple salves to heal or give energy. Though admittedly, this is slow going because I cannot read the strange words that you put inside your books. Finally, I'm dependable, because putting your faith in Mauloch means keeping your promises. [/indent][/indent]

[b]What are your weaknesses?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]My mind is not my own. The dishonor that stains me is with me wherever I go. There are times when I fall into a waking nightmare, where I relive my clan's final battle repeatedly. I hear and see things that are not always there, these spirits and whispers of ill-intent lurk on the edges of my sight. Even simple things have the possibility of ruining me, the scream of a playing child is enough to bring my mind to a different place. It is my great shame to admit that this failing can even overtake me in the heat of battle.  

Luckily or unluckily, I have found a solution of sorts. 

I was introduced to skooma through a Khajiit merchant whose life I saved from a highway man. Skooma is the only thing that can calm my mind for a while. It shames me that I must stoop to such means, but I will do what I must to survive. I try to be smart with my usage. I only use it before jobs when I know that I must. And I now have experience dealing with dosages, so that the heaviest waves of the drug are not hitting me in the middle of a battle. 

As a result of all this, I try to avoid ambushes as much as I can for obvious reasons. [/indent][/indent]

[b]What are your aspirations for the future?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]I wish to prove myself to Mauloch and to earn my death. I wish to be free from my dishonor at least. That is all I wish from this life. [/indent][/indent]

[b]Why do you want to join this guild?:[/b] 
[Indent][indent] The challenges I have faced alone are not worthy of a good death. The larger challenges that a guild such as this could provide will hopefully be better. [/indent][/indent]

[b]What are your expectations of the guild?:[/b] 
[indent][indent]I'm not foolish enough to expect it to be like another clan if that is what you mean. I expect the other members fight well and keep to their oaths and nothing more.[/indent][/indent]
[table=bordered]
[row][cell]Skill Level[/cell][cell][b]Skill[/b][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Highly Proficient[/cell][cell]Athletics[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Moderately Proficient[/cell][cell]Archery, One Handed Axe, Sneak [/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Somewhat Proficient[/cell][cell]Acrobatics, Light Armor[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Novice[/cell][cell]Alchemy[/cell][/row]
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[table=bordered]
[row][cell]Equipment Type[/cell][cell][b]Item[/b][/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Weapon[/cell][cell]Twin Orcish war axes[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Armour[/cell][cell]Wolven fur armor[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Food/Provisions[/cell][cell]A large water skin
Satchel containing strips of tough jerky and tougher hardtack 
[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Alchemical Ingredients[/cell][cell]A bundle of crushed honeycomb
A handful of loose purple mountain flower[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Miscellaneous[/cell][cell]
A small rucksack containing:
A pestle that has lost its mortar
A number of crudely carved bone charms
3 bottles of skooma + pipe wrapped in an old blanket [/cell][/row]
[/table]