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Name: Torin Reav
Series: N/A
Canon: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Profession: Drug Trafficker
History:
Growing up in Ireland is never easy - especially if your father was a dead beat drunk and your mother could barely remember your name. It didn’t help in the slightest that Torin’s mother was incapable of keeping her legs shut, resulting in a bounty of siblings and a high lack of attention - both positive and negative. Torin was merely ignored. To top it off, on a trip into town he was deliberately and conveniently dropped off on the grazing field of a roadside farm, his parents leaving him behind in a field of sheep.
One could stop and wonder as to what would happen to Torin now. Would he be destined to live out his life in the middle of a damp, green field, with sheep as his only confidents? Of course not. For this was Ireland - the lush green land God smiled upon. There was no way He’d let a poor unfortunate lad waste away amongst a flock of sheep.
And thus, a miracle happened.
A passing missionary group stopped when they came across Torin’s small weeping figure, one of the younger Sisters walking out to him, asking him his name, to which she got a blubbering “Torin Reav” as a response. Another Sister, Sister Beatrice gave him a cherry lollipop to bribe him to stop crying. Taking Torin with them they eventually located his parents, but they wanted nothing to do with the boy, and thus, Torin found himself sent to live in an orphanage run by the very nuns that had found him.
Growing up in the orphanage was surprisingly more pleasant than it had been at home, and he came to call the place home instead. There were only two things that he despised about the place.
The first one was the porridge. The texture always made him reel back in disgust. It was served for breakfast every day, so he always went without breakfast. However, sometimes Sister Beatrice would sneak him a snack or two or sometimes if he was good, a cherry lollipop.
The second thing he hated was that as soon as every young boy and girl in the orphanage turned 7 they were required to sing in the choir. He wasn’t terrible at singing - absolutely not - it was because his voice was so sweet that he was always forced to sing solo. If there was anything that made him uneasy it was being in the spotlight. At first, it was tolerable - but as soon as his reputation spread, everyone from the county over and their dog came to hear him sing the hymns at mass.
The pressure would’ve been unbearable if it wasn’t for Sister Beatrice, who’d reward him with a lollipop every time he’d sing well and smile at him from the pews below. He would’ve done anything for her, which is why when he was 16 and asked to accompany the missionary group on their oversea trip to America he agreed.
And that’s when everything went downhill. During their stationed stay in New York Sister Beatrice was brutally murdered. Shocked and scared beyond belief Torin packed up his things with the intent to run away - to go back to Ireland and get out of this terrible, terrible city. But that didn’t happen - for he only got as far as the third block away from the building when he was told to get on the back of a motorcycle and not ask any questions. Fearing he’d meet the same fate as Sister Beatrice if he didn’t, Torin complied, and he and the stranger sped off down the street.
Soon enough they arrived at their destination, where Torin learned his kidnapper’s name was Matt and the reason he’d been whisked off the streets was because, to his disbelief, the daughter of a mobster wanted him to sing at her birthday.
He was speechless.
Disgruntled and unwilling to talk, Torin refused to sing. It was only after the strange girl Ines, who had orchestrated his ‘kidnapping’ of sorts, offered him anything in return that he agreed. They’d help him find Sister Beatrice’s murderer, and they’d kill the bastard dead.
Amidst the horror of it all, a boy his senior by a year named Mlenar somehow knew what he needed, and although hesitant at first, once Mlenar offered him a cherry lollipop, the deal was sold and Torin gained a new friend of sorts. The boy was odd, but he was alright, and with the promise they’d help him find the murderer he agreed to stay and help. At first he was only given trivial assignments, and other medial tasks, but eventually he began to be assigned harder work and Torin began to see the odd bunch, as his family. His weird, dysfunctional family.
It was a foggy autumn afternoon and he and Mlenar were about to start a new assignment. They’d just stocked up on cherry lollipops, as was customary before any task, and that’s when the dizziness started to kick in…
Personality:
Quiet and shy for the most part, Torin isn’t one to grow close to people quickly. He has always been used to keeping to himself, a rather modest and shy individual at first glance. However, looks can be deceiving for once he becomes familiar with you however you’ll quickly find out that he’s really not all that quiet at all. Instead, Torin can be rash and hot headed, loud, irate and demanding, especially toward his friend Mlenar. Despite these negative qualities, he’s overall a good person at heart and will do his best to do the right thing. He hates to see crimes and injustices go about unpunished, and death without reason is a sore spot for him because of the murder of the only true mother figure in his life.
Living a fairytale inside his head for most of his life, Torin became an avid fan of legends, myth and folklore at a young age. Since Ireland is so rich in fairy folk and myth, it wasn’t hard to come by nor was it uncommon to learn that Torin had snuck off after dinner to explore in the fields for leprechauns or fairies. The more mythical and supernatural reads he could get his hands on, the more he became obsessed with anything odd, his interests ranging from ghosts and aliens to the kelpie and puca. Thus, if you get him worked up enough or mention anything to do with aliens or the supernatural he can become quite excited. Believing in the unbelievable was a means of escape for Torin, whose life was dull and boring, if not sad.
Witty and sharp, Torin’s not one to be taken as a fool but he has a weak spot when it comes to cherry lollipops and it’s possible to bribe him with said treat to an extent. Blessed with the gift of the gab, Torin’s quick wit and ability to fashion stories and weave lies out of thin air has saved him countless times from meeting a quick and untimely end.
When it comes to singing Torin becomes easily embarrassed even though he has a brilliant voice. You’ll be hard pressed to get him to sing unless he really wishes to or is comfortable with the person. The only other time he’ll sing is if it’s absolutely necessary. Sometimes however, you might catch him singing in the shower from time to time. If you let on you’ve been listening however you might get a wet towel to the face.
When it comes to likes and dislikes, Torin hates porridge with an undying passion. Not only does it taste bad to him, but the texture is equitable to vomit to the blond. He’ll do anything and everything in his power to resist putting the stuff in his mouth. Needless to say, Torin would rather starve to death than eat a bowl of porridge. Torin is also afraid of fast moving vehicles, specifically being on them or within them. They make him uneasy and nervous, not to mention he suffers quite easily from motion sickness.
On the flipside, Torin’s favorite treat are cherry lollipops. There’s nothing more sweet and delicious in his mind. They’re comforting for him and a direct remembrance to the kind nun who used to pay attention to him in his childhood. Without them, he becomes irate quite easily, having grown used to the feel of something sweet between his lips. It’d be safe to say Torin is addicted to cherry lollipops, even if it’s a rather odd addiction to possess.
Regarding his faith Torin’s at a standstill. Although having been brought up a devout Catholic in an orphanage run by nuns and forced to sing hymns praising Him every mass, Torin can’t bring himself to be anything but doubtful of God’s presence. To him if there was a God, He wouldn’t have let Sister Beatrice be murdered.
In the case of Mlenar, Torin found a friend in the older boy, even though he hates the ridiculous nickname the boy insists on calling him. The nickname ‘Tori’, although being a play on his name is also the word for bird in Japanese. Torin found it merely annoying at first, but once a visiting native from Japan who had business with Ines’ father found it cute that Mlenar kept calling Torin a ‘bird’. Although it was just a coincidence, the newfound knowledge he was being called a bird made him even more aggravated by the nickname. Birds sang beautifully and so did he. He didn’t want to be reminded about his talent, as strange as that was. Despite it all, Torin has grown accustom to Mlenar’s insistent need to call him Tori. It’s one step up from the other nickname the boy likes to use for him: Tori-Cakes. One needs to count their blessings and take what they can get after all.
Torin is bound to fits of paranoia at times when he’s stressed out and can have quite the temper if he’s set off. Although he’s learned to suppress his colloquial Irish slang, when he’s irritated it tends to slip out rather easily. Other than that however, he’s a quiet funny Irish boy who’s got an oral fixation to kill.
Series: N/A
Canon: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Profession: Drug Trafficker
History:
Growing up in Ireland is never easy - especially if your father was a dead beat drunk and your mother could barely remember your name. It didn’t help in the slightest that Torin’s mother was incapable of keeping her legs shut, resulting in a bounty of siblings and a high lack of attention - both positive and negative. Torin was merely ignored. To top it off, on a trip into town he was deliberately and conveniently dropped off on the grazing field of a roadside farm, his parents leaving him behind in a field of sheep.
One could stop and wonder as to what would happen to Torin now. Would he be destined to live out his life in the middle of a damp, green field, with sheep as his only confidents? Of course not. For this was Ireland - the lush green land God smiled upon. There was no way He’d let a poor unfortunate lad waste away amongst a flock of sheep.
And thus, a miracle happened.
A passing missionary group stopped when they came across Torin’s small weeping figure, one of the younger Sisters walking out to him, asking him his name, to which she got a blubbering “Torin Reav” as a response. Another Sister, Sister Beatrice gave him a cherry lollipop to bribe him to stop crying. Taking Torin with them they eventually located his parents, but they wanted nothing to do with the boy, and thus, Torin found himself sent to live in an orphanage run by the very nuns that had found him.
Growing up in the orphanage was surprisingly more pleasant than it had been at home, and he came to call the place home instead. There were only two things that he despised about the place.
The first one was the porridge. The texture always made him reel back in disgust. It was served for breakfast every day, so he always went without breakfast. However, sometimes Sister Beatrice would sneak him a snack or two or sometimes if he was good, a cherry lollipop.
The second thing he hated was that as soon as every young boy and girl in the orphanage turned 7 they were required to sing in the choir. He wasn’t terrible at singing - absolutely not - it was because his voice was so sweet that he was always forced to sing solo. If there was anything that made him uneasy it was being in the spotlight. At first, it was tolerable - but as soon as his reputation spread, everyone from the county over and their dog came to hear him sing the hymns at mass.
The pressure would’ve been unbearable if it wasn’t for Sister Beatrice, who’d reward him with a lollipop every time he’d sing well and smile at him from the pews below. He would’ve done anything for her, which is why when he was 16 and asked to accompany the missionary group on their oversea trip to America he agreed.
And that’s when everything went downhill. During their stationed stay in New York Sister Beatrice was brutally murdered. Shocked and scared beyond belief Torin packed up his things with the intent to run away - to go back to Ireland and get out of this terrible, terrible city. But that didn’t happen - for he only got as far as the third block away from the building when he was told to get on the back of a motorcycle and not ask any questions. Fearing he’d meet the same fate as Sister Beatrice if he didn’t, Torin complied, and he and the stranger sped off down the street.
Soon enough they arrived at their destination, where Torin learned his kidnapper’s name was Matt and the reason he’d been whisked off the streets was because, to his disbelief, the daughter of a mobster wanted him to sing at her birthday.
He was speechless.
Disgruntled and unwilling to talk, Torin refused to sing. It was only after the strange girl Ines, who had orchestrated his ‘kidnapping’ of sorts, offered him anything in return that he agreed. They’d help him find Sister Beatrice’s murderer, and they’d kill the bastard dead.
Amidst the horror of it all, a boy his senior by a year named Mlenar somehow knew what he needed, and although hesitant at first, once Mlenar offered him a cherry lollipop, the deal was sold and Torin gained a new friend of sorts. The boy was odd, but he was alright, and with the promise they’d help him find the murderer he agreed to stay and help. At first he was only given trivial assignments, and other medial tasks, but eventually he began to be assigned harder work and Torin began to see the odd bunch, as his family. His weird, dysfunctional family.
It was a foggy autumn afternoon and he and Mlenar were about to start a new assignment. They’d just stocked up on cherry lollipops, as was customary before any task, and that’s when the dizziness started to kick in…
Personality:
Quiet and shy for the most part, Torin isn’t one to grow close to people quickly. He has always been used to keeping to himself, a rather modest and shy individual at first glance. However, looks can be deceiving for once he becomes familiar with you however you’ll quickly find out that he’s really not all that quiet at all. Instead, Torin can be rash and hot headed, loud, irate and demanding, especially toward his friend Mlenar. Despite these negative qualities, he’s overall a good person at heart and will do his best to do the right thing. He hates to see crimes and injustices go about unpunished, and death without reason is a sore spot for him because of the murder of the only true mother figure in his life.
Living a fairytale inside his head for most of his life, Torin became an avid fan of legends, myth and folklore at a young age. Since Ireland is so rich in fairy folk and myth, it wasn’t hard to come by nor was it uncommon to learn that Torin had snuck off after dinner to explore in the fields for leprechauns or fairies. The more mythical and supernatural reads he could get his hands on, the more he became obsessed with anything odd, his interests ranging from ghosts and aliens to the kelpie and puca. Thus, if you get him worked up enough or mention anything to do with aliens or the supernatural he can become quite excited. Believing in the unbelievable was a means of escape for Torin, whose life was dull and boring, if not sad.
Witty and sharp, Torin’s not one to be taken as a fool but he has a weak spot when it comes to cherry lollipops and it’s possible to bribe him with said treat to an extent. Blessed with the gift of the gab, Torin’s quick wit and ability to fashion stories and weave lies out of thin air has saved him countless times from meeting a quick and untimely end.
When it comes to singing Torin becomes easily embarrassed even though he has a brilliant voice. You’ll be hard pressed to get him to sing unless he really wishes to or is comfortable with the person. The only other time he’ll sing is if it’s absolutely necessary. Sometimes however, you might catch him singing in the shower from time to time. If you let on you’ve been listening however you might get a wet towel to the face.
When it comes to likes and dislikes, Torin hates porridge with an undying passion. Not only does it taste bad to him, but the texture is equitable to vomit to the blond. He’ll do anything and everything in his power to resist putting the stuff in his mouth. Needless to say, Torin would rather starve to death than eat a bowl of porridge. Torin is also afraid of fast moving vehicles, specifically being on them or within them. They make him uneasy and nervous, not to mention he suffers quite easily from motion sickness.
On the flipside, Torin’s favorite treat are cherry lollipops. There’s nothing more sweet and delicious in his mind. They’re comforting for him and a direct remembrance to the kind nun who used to pay attention to him in his childhood. Without them, he becomes irate quite easily, having grown used to the feel of something sweet between his lips. It’d be safe to say Torin is addicted to cherry lollipops, even if it’s a rather odd addiction to possess.
Regarding his faith Torin’s at a standstill. Although having been brought up a devout Catholic in an orphanage run by nuns and forced to sing hymns praising Him every mass, Torin can’t bring himself to be anything but doubtful of God’s presence. To him if there was a God, He wouldn’t have let Sister Beatrice be murdered.
In the case of Mlenar, Torin found a friend in the older boy, even though he hates the ridiculous nickname the boy insists on calling him. The nickname ‘Tori’, although being a play on his name is also the word for bird in Japanese. Torin found it merely annoying at first, but once a visiting native from Japan who had business with Ines’ father found it cute that Mlenar kept calling Torin a ‘bird’. Although it was just a coincidence, the newfound knowledge he was being called a bird made him even more aggravated by the nickname. Birds sang beautifully and so did he. He didn’t want to be reminded about his talent, as strange as that was. Despite it all, Torin has grown accustom to Mlenar’s insistent need to call him Tori. It’s one step up from the other nickname the boy likes to use for him: Tori-Cakes. One needs to count their blessings and take what they can get after all.
Torin is bound to fits of paranoia at times when he’s stressed out and can have quite the temper if he’s set off. Although he’s learned to suppress his colloquial Irish slang, when he’s irritated it tends to slip out rather easily. Other than that however, he’s a quiet funny Irish boy who’s got an oral fixation to kill.