Name: Nor Freiren
Age: 20
Tribe: Salamander Tribe
Job: Chief, Owner of a Daycare
Description: Around 5'11" with tan skin and charming blue eyes. His hair is constantly dyed blue and kept long, often in a long braid that is casually thrown over his shoulder. He wears simple jackets over t-shirts and jeans when he's not dealing with tribe related stuff. When dealing with tribe related issues he wears a long, dark red trench coat over black slacks and an ironed gray button up shirt with combat boots.
History: Nor grew up with his little brother Cor in Freebreath oblivious of the tribe wars until one day his mother was killed by a rival tribe member. Shocked, he locked all memories of that day away and happily played with his brother until the next attack that took his father's life away. Nor, as he was next in line and proved his worth to his tribe, took on the command of leading the Salamanders during the Tribe War at the young age of sixteen.
He is often smiles and fun, starting his own daycare when out of Tribe duties to take care of kids, as he loved doting on his brother when younger. His personality changes from carefree to vicious though whenever the tribe wars are brought to his attention. He has a severe brother complex. Touch Cor and one is dead meat.
RP Example: Nor gave a broad smile as he gripped the offending Lion Tribe member tightly by the throat. "One thing about Salamanders that you need to learn," he said softly, "we're sturdy, tenacious, and we don't give up when cornered. Since you've attempted to kill one of my own, prepare to die."
There was a loud crack and the struggling man went limp, Nor tossing him effortlessly on the ground. "Be careful, okay?" he told the trembling Salamander member. They gave a shaky nod, now finally seeing their chief's full strength.
Quirky Facts: He once wanted to be in the circus. His reasons were never given but the dream went away after his mother's death. He still fantasizes though.
Subject: Nor Freiren 
Mon Aug 23, 2010 12:13 am
