Khal Troko
Jun 1, 2013 0:48:45 GMT
Post by Khal Troko on Jun 1, 2013 0:48:45 GMT
Name: Khal Troko
Age: Thirty-Five years old.
Place of Birth: The Dothraki Sea
Current Place of Residence: The Dothraki Sea
House: N/A
Family: Khal Rado; Father, deceased
Lraini; Mother, crone in Vaes Dothrak
Srono; Brother, deceased
Fhiso; Brother, deceased
Jouso; Bloodrider, deceased
Bkilo; Bloodrider, living
Vehno; Bloodrider, living
Yturo; Bloodrider, living
Appearance:
Garb: Like all Dothraki, Troko dresses simply and near identically everyday. Horsehair breeches cover his legs, riding boots fashioned of leather made from fallen horses cover his feet. Although some Riders are known to where vests, Troko does not, seeing even the vest as armor. Instead contenting himself with different war paints each time, ranging from stark white, to greens, to reds and blacks. Preferring the fearsome appearance it gives him over a vest.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs.
Personality: Hostile and territorial best describe Troko. He is a man that takes no slight to what he perceives as his property or his honor. To graze a horse upon the land he has brought his khalasar to his to risk death at either his own hands or the hands of his of his Bloodriders. To come before him without bearing gifts is to risk indebting yourself to slavery within his khalasar. As a Khal it is important that he look strong at all times, and for that reason strength and respect have completely taken over his life, his personality. Challenges to his authority are met head on, often ending quickly, brutally, and in the blood of the challenger. He cuts a grim, imposing figure, an aura seeming to come off his form, an aura of power and daring. Daring anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
Like most Khals before him, Troko does exude a different sense of being when with his Bloodriders and Ko. These men being those he trusts above all else walking the world, though even they are not above the swift and brutal violence of the Khal should they dare challenge him. It is with these men that he drinks, shares slave women, and even laughs. It is with his Bloodriders that he enjoys the thrills of a hunt should the mood take him, and to them he entrusts his well-being while he rests. For as brutal and terrible as Troko can be, the inverse can nearly be said of his behavior while with his Bloodriders, though to say he loves them would be untrue. Troko has never loved anyone, not even his own Father, though he did respect Khal Rado.
Troko is possessed by an overwhelming need to become the legendary Khal of Khals. A mythical figure existing in their faith, it is one Troko feels he can achieve with the death of his old enemy Khal Drogo. The other Khals roaming the Dothraki Sea, in his opinion, are weak and lead only because of power of age, not by action. It is from this drive that Troko acts as an even more militant Khal than the average Dothraki, attacking other khalasars on site in place of demanding gifts from them. He also boasts an intense dislike to those that are non-Dothraki, seeing them as cowards, slaves, and beings existed merely to serve the Dothraki and who wait in their stone tents waiting to be conquered.
Likes:
Dislikes
Weapons: Troko sports a simple arakhs, razor sharp and well worn with use of constant warfare. Nothing about it sets it apart from the next, though it is forged of high-quality steel acquired as a gift when his Father was still Khal and had traveled to the Free Cities taking payment. At his belt always hangs a wickedly sharp ornate dagger, a massive emerald embedded in the hilt of the blade. It's a weapon he prefers when drawn in to close quarters during a battle. A powerful recurved bow always hangs from his saddle with a quiver of arrows, the bow of Dothraki made, only standing out as different because it is slightly larger to give it more of a punch to account for his strength.
Armour: N/A
Skills: Dangerous Warrior: With the exception of Khal Drogo, Troko is a warrior that has never tasted defeat either personally or when leading his raids. Swift and powerful, Troko attacks like a whirlwind, battering his opponents into submission with fierce strikes that rob them of their energy quickly, leaving them easy targets to be killed. Relentless in combat, Troko will not stop until he has killed what he has set out to kill, stopping only upon the demise of his opponent or when he physically no longer can. He earned the respect and fear of other Khals when several years ago when he attacked an enemy khalasar and single-handedly dispatched all three enemy Bloodriders before taking the head of the Khal.
Warlord: Under the guiding eye of his father, Troko was taught the ways of Dothraki warfare without fail. A successful raider, he knows when to strike, how hard to hit, and how to place his Riders. Having stolen victory from the mouth of defeat several times by ferocity and skill, Troko understands the ways of raiding and for that reason has achieved great success in his war against fellow Khals and their khalasars.
Weaknesses: Temper: What would seem like a strength to a Dothraki Khal is actually a weakness for Troko. For every victory he has attained against a stronger Khal, he has a tale of nearly losing to a weaker Khal simply because of his temper. In battle he has a habit of forgetting he is the Warlord and orders stem from him and him alone, becoming caught up in his anger and unleashing it upon his enemies.
Shut Out: Troko dislikes the idea of trading, or as the Dothraki see it'gift-giving'. He views it as a way for the weak to stay afloat when they should be destroyed. However, it is through the wisdow of his Bloodriders that he can be encouraged to see need in this. If the Khal had his way he would wish to earn everything through violence, believing it is the only way to truly obtain goods, though he will trade slaves for goods when the pressure is high enough or when he feels that his Riders need a break from raids.
No Son: To the Dothraki a son is a symbol from the Great Stallion, a sign of favor and although Troko has several wives, they have all given him daughters. He is still young enough that this has not raised questions among his khalasar, but if the problem is not remedied soon it will become a sign of weakness to be exploited against him and used to bring him down.
History: Born the first son to Khal Rado, Troko enjoyed the most attention out of his brothers, learning beneath the harsh hand and stern eye of his Father. Rado had been a cruel man, never afraid to take what he wanted and to kill all those that dared stand in his way, a true Dothraki Khal. It was by this example that Troko learned what it meant to be a Khal, what it mean to be Dothraki. Love was stripped from him, replaced by drive and a ferocity to match his ambitions his Father had dreamed him to one day fulfill. For like all Khals, Rado believed his son to be the Khal of Khals, to be the one who would unite the Dothraki. Although a common thing to tell the Son of a Khal, they where words that Troko would take to heart and one day allow to become his driving force in life.
At a young age Troko found his first rival in life, a rivalry that would extend on through the years until death finally brought an end to it. At the age of six Troko met the then child Drogo as both their Fathers visited the city of Vaes Dothrak. Both Khals remained rivals with one another and delighted to see the feud carry on to their sons, the intense desire to destroy one another that let the Khals know that each had a son that was a true Dothraki. Upon their first meeting, Troko had seen in Drogo an enemy, a child who also believed all the lands of the Dothraki Sea would one day belong to him, and had known even as a young child that one day one of them would have to die. As they had departed Vaes Dothrak Troko had said as much to his father, vowing to kill Drogo and take his khalasar one day; the words had caused Khal Rado to beam with pride towards his son for the first time the boy had been able to remember.
As he grew in years, Troko set himself apart from his brothers as the most vicious, the most ruthless. No act was beneath him, he reveled in killing, in taking slaves, in bringing death to the enemies of his father's khalasar alongside his fathers Bloodriders. Although not as skilled as his brother, Srono, with the Dothraki bow, he stood without peer among his siblings with the arakhs. There where several occasions when Khal Rado had called an end to the dueling between Troko and his brothers, not wanting to see his other sons killed before they had grown old enough to possibly stand as replacements should Troko fall in a raid. However, the animosity birthed in these duels between the three brothers would forever stand, always dividing them, and merely waiting for the day that Rado would no longer be able to sit his horse and a new Khal would be found between them and the Kos of his father.
It was during his seventeenth summer that things boiled over between Troko and his youngest brother, Fhiso. They had been sparring, Rado and his Bloodriders watching, and it was in this spar that Rado had decided both where old enough, it was time to see his sons for the men they where. Instead of the customary call to halt their fighting, Rado remained silent as his Bloodriders began to cheer encouraging words to the fighting brothers. Although Fhiso was skilled with an arakhs, he was no match for his brothers speed. As the fight waged on Troko could see his brother tiring, and pressing the attack, had kneed Fhiso viciously in the stomach before slashing open his brothers stomach, spilling his intestines to the grass in a grisly showing. Fhiso had looked into his brothers eyes, shock showing there, only to see malice looking back upon him. Troko had felt no remorse in the action, instead reveling in the glory as he gripped his brothers ponytail, and slashing it away from his head, had kicked his dying brother to the grass, holding the ponytail in the air and shouting a battle cry to the delight of Rado and his Bloodriders.
It was after this showing that Troko began to serve as a Ko, leading riders during raids, and it was during those years that he showed a natural aptitude for the position as well as constantly improving under the watchful eye of his Father. Troko became known as a brutal Ko, never taking slaves when his enemies opted to fight, instead slaughtering them all to show resistance only ended in death. During these years he took to painting himself and his stallion in black paint, the Dothraki war stylings added a fearsome touch to himself and his mount.
During a particularly successful raid Troko had come into a heated argument with another of Rado's Kos over what was to be done with survivors. Troko, having been the lead Ko during the raid had ordered his Riders to kill them all and leave their severed heads out as a warning, though Qrono, another of his fathers Kos, had wanted to take them as slaves to be sold at the nearby Free Cities. The heated debate had soon produced weapons as Troko refused to back down, seeing a questioning of his orders as a death sentence to be placed upon the mans head. Qrono had been twice his age, a seasoned Rider and bearing a braid grown long over the years of success. Troko had tied the mans braid to his own saddle upon his death, letting it serve as a reminder to Rado's other Kos that he would tolerate no one questioning his orders but the Khal and his Bloodriders. It was during these years that it had become clear who would succeed Rado upon his death, much to the distaste of his younger brother, Srono. As the void continued to increase between the two of them, Troko frequently made attempts to lure his younger brother into a fight against him, though Srono would never take the bait.
It was in the heart of his twenty first summer that Rado had been stricken from the saddle, some sort of rapid affliction setting in upon him and killing the Khal within a few days time. The day both brothers had been longing for had arrived, and with it brought a split in the khalasar. As the Bloodriders rode with Lraini back to Vaes Dothrak, the Kos had begun to split, falling behind one brother or the other as the coming battle began to take shape. Although most Kos had sided with Troko, a few key and influential warriors had gone to Srono, if only because they saw him as easier to topple to secure the khalasar for himself. Troko had marked all the faces of those who had dared to stand against them, remembering them all and their actions. After only a month the two khalasars had met, the riders clashing viciously as both brothers came for the other. In Troko's mind he would not truly be a Khal until all that his brother had stolen was regained and his brother laid upon the Dothraki Sea dead, braid slashed from his head.
The battle had been fierce, although short lived. Troko's superior skill and numbers had easily carried the day, the few loyal Kos to Srono being targeted from the onset and killed to lower the other Riders will to fight. Soon the battle came to a standstill, Troko and Srono looking upon one another as the Riders waited to see the outcome of the battle and to greet their new Khal. Troko had spurred his stallion forward, charging his younger brother. Srono, using his only advantage, had been given enough time to fire a single arrow, the projectile embedding itself in Troko's left bicep. However, even injured, Troko had been superior to his brother, and tackling him from the saddle, the two had fought upon the grasslands. Srono hadn't stood a chance, outclassed by Troko's speed and strength and soon found his throat slashed open by a dagger, his braid cut from his head, and then his head cut from his shoulders. Holding the braid high above his head, Troko had slammed his foot down upon Srono's severed head, mashing it into a pulp before the remaining Kos. Loyalty to him had been won that day easily and it was then he took the title Khal Troko.
Taking his Bloodriders, men by the name Jouso, Bkilo, and Vehno, Troko had begun a campaign quickly aimed at growing his already sizable khalasar. Rado had been a powerful Khal in his years, and despite the fraction and feuding by the brothers, he still remained at the head of an impressive amount of Riders. However, his ascension to Khal, having happened at such a young age, would be his undoing. The arrogance that settled upon him, the feeling of immortality, would cause him to declare war on another young Khal, a man who it seemed the Great Stallion had deemed war between had to happen. Khal Drogo. Drogo had also become a Khal at a young age, the path the two where walking seeming to be hand in hand. Setting out to find his rival in the Dothraki Sea, Troko had felt destiny at his heels and the title of Khal of Khals within his grasp.
After seven months of bloody raiding upon smaller khalasars and anyone unfortunate enough to cross the path of Khal Troko, he had finally found Drogo. The feeling of fate being realized had been strong upon his heart, and without thought he had led his Riders ferociously into battle, charging without plan, charging to meet destiny. However, his foolishness would take it's tool that as Drogo showed himself a true Warlord without compare upon the Seas. His Riders had served to deal his own a vicious defeat, Troko losing one of his own Bloodriders in the battle. To add to it all, Troko and met Drogo arakh to arakh, and after a battle fought at such blinding speed as to show the Dothraki watching that the two warriors seemed to both be without peer, he had been savagely cut upon the upper thigh. He had staggered only a moment, but in that window Drogo had slashed him across the back a second time. Falling to the grass, Drogo had shouted in triumph, holding his and Troko's arakhs above his head. Troko had his braid cut him his head that day, though Drogo had deemed to leave the young Khal alive, instead taking his Riders and people for his own and leaving the wounded Khal to live in shame.
Shame as not to be what he settled for, however. With his two surviving Bloodriders and the scant hundred or so Riders that had remained with Troko the tiny khalasar had fled to the outskirts of the Dothraki Sea. It was here they struck savagely and quickly upon other weak groups. Whether it was travelers, merchant caravans, or simply other weakened khalasars. It didn't matter, all that mattered was for Troko to regain what he had lost and to kill the man that had taken it all from him. He had become consumed with thoughts of Drogo, of killing the Khal who had ruined all of his plans. From battle to battle, Troko grew as a tactician, learning from his mistakes. He still remained open to the foolishness of his anger, but it became a fault his Bloodriders watched for and warned him of. As his name began to circle through the khalasars once again, Troko began to see a slow trickle of Riders and Dothraki coming to his khalasar to follow The Khal Who Would No Die. It as a name the Dothraki granted him, seeing him as a man who was defying the will of The Great Stallion, coming back from what should have been total destruction.
Year after year wore on, and with a steady increase in numbers, Troko began to make his way into the heart of the Dothraki Sea, leading his people towards more fertile grazing lands. His khalasar had grown to a size he was left alone for the most part except for the most desperate Khals, as he himself had once been, or those that truly wished for blood and training of their Riders. However, Troko had grown enough as a Warlord and his Riders had been forged by years of constant hard fighting to protect what they had ripped away from fate to give themselves once again. It was on during his twenty-ninth summer that Khal Troko and his khalasar once again returned to the city of Vaes Dothrak. It was within the holy city that for the first time since that all too fateful day Troko had looked upon the face of Khal Drogo and the man he had become. To say he was imposing was an understatement, but hatred had replaced awe and kept him sharp. Despite the laws of no swords being taken up in Vaes Dothrak, tensions had been high between Troko's khalasar and Drogo's, though Troko's Bloodriders had kept his own people in line knowing another war with Drogo would see a finish to what he had started so many years ago.
It was in those weeks at Vaes Dothrak that Troko had marveled upon the size of Drogo's khalasar. It seemed to stretch to the horizon itself, and for the first time he had felt doubt that perhaps this man was truly to be the Khal of Khals and not himself. It was with shame upon his shoulders that Troko had led his people from the holy city, unable to stand the mocking look within Drogo's eyes, the dare to challenge him beyond the city and see a conclusion to their feud. Troko had stricken east, leaving Drogo behind to make his way towards the ancient slaver cities where gifts would be lashed upon them in exchange for peace. It was during this long trek east that Troko had begun the tactic of sending Riders upon the roads of the slavers lands to find merchant caravans ripe to hit. As his raids upon merchant caravans became more and more common, Troko began a period of his life where he fought almost exclusively different mercenary companies hired to repel himself and his raiders.
At first the mercenaries had posed a challenge, the Unsullied in particular, it was in this realization that Troko began aiming his raids away from caravans and cities who had been able to safe-guard themselves with sizeable forces of Unsullied. He instead began to rely on a engaging smaller, token forces the cities had to offer, and then breaking terms to leave, accepting gifts. The cities generally saw this as acceptable, usually having enough excess wealth to pay off the Khal and never wanting to risk their Unsullied in battle against a Khal, when it could simply mean a different khalasar or city could pounce upon the weakness left after the battle. It was a system that worked well, allowing the horde to move about without engaging the Unsullied unless absolutely forced.
Years continued to come and go and Troko had become bitterly compliant to the fact that as long as Drogo lived he would never be able to rise to prominence within the Dothraki Sea. He stood the main titan in the way of his glory, and it was for that reason an intense hatred grew within the Khal that reared it's head by a merciless nature in combat, a vicious warlord who encouraged the marauding of his Riders as opposed to the taking of slaves. Death became a constant companion of Troko, and for it even some of his own khalasar began to fear him, though with him they felt safest from his wrath and for that reason never dreamed of abandoning him. Then one day he received news that served to bring him rushing his khalasar across the Dothraki Sea to investigate. He had hear Drogo had taken a City Dweller for a Khaalesi, just another thing he had grown to hate about the Khal, but when he heard the great Khal had died he had been unable to believe the news.
Upon unraveling the mystery, Troko had found the news bittersweet. He was happy to hear that his greatest rival had left the world, but to hear he had fallen to blood magiks had been something he wouldn't have wished upon him. To hear the man had fallen to such dark means was not honorable, and if anything Drogo had deserved an honorable. It as in tribute to his long time rival and enemy that Troko had stricken south with his khalasar, inflicting brutal vengeance upon the Lamb Men for their employment of a maegi. The retribution had been brutal and total, dozens of villages massacred, women raped repeatedly before being put to death, children torn apart by ropes secured to saddles, the men killed out right, everything they had burned to the ground. Troko had rode across the land for months before finally returning north to the Dothraki Sea.
Now was the time to begin once again his war to become the Khal of Khals. The time to take his destiny had come, and this time he was a Khal forged in the fires of hardships and had truly proven himself. This time he would not be stopped by anyone.
RP Sample: See Baelor's application or posts.
Player: Nero
Other characters played: Baelor Karatus
Any plans in mind for the character? I just want to fill my khalasar up with RPers playing key roles.
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Age: Thirty-Five years old.
Place of Birth: The Dothraki Sea
Current Place of Residence: The Dothraki Sea
House: N/A
Family: Khal Rado; Father, deceased
Lraini; Mother, crone in Vaes Dothrak
Srono; Brother, deceased
Fhiso; Brother, deceased
Jouso; Bloodrider, deceased
Bkilo; Bloodrider, living
Vehno; Bloodrider, living
Yturo; Bloodrider, living
Appearance:
Garb: Like all Dothraki, Troko dresses simply and near identically everyday. Horsehair breeches cover his legs, riding boots fashioned of leather made from fallen horses cover his feet. Although some Riders are known to where vests, Troko does not, seeing even the vest as armor. Instead contenting himself with different war paints each time, ranging from stark white, to greens, to reds and blacks. Preferring the fearsome appearance it gives him over a vest.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs.
Personality: Hostile and territorial best describe Troko. He is a man that takes no slight to what he perceives as his property or his honor. To graze a horse upon the land he has brought his khalasar to his to risk death at either his own hands or the hands of his of his Bloodriders. To come before him without bearing gifts is to risk indebting yourself to slavery within his khalasar. As a Khal it is important that he look strong at all times, and for that reason strength and respect have completely taken over his life, his personality. Challenges to his authority are met head on, often ending quickly, brutally, and in the blood of the challenger. He cuts a grim, imposing figure, an aura seeming to come off his form, an aura of power and daring. Daring anyone foolish enough to challenge him.
Like most Khals before him, Troko does exude a different sense of being when with his Bloodriders and Ko. These men being those he trusts above all else walking the world, though even they are not above the swift and brutal violence of the Khal should they dare challenge him. It is with these men that he drinks, shares slave women, and even laughs. It is with his Bloodriders that he enjoys the thrills of a hunt should the mood take him, and to them he entrusts his well-being while he rests. For as brutal and terrible as Troko can be, the inverse can nearly be said of his behavior while with his Bloodriders, though to say he loves them would be untrue. Troko has never loved anyone, not even his own Father, though he did respect Khal Rado.
Troko is possessed by an overwhelming need to become the legendary Khal of Khals. A mythical figure existing in their faith, it is one Troko feels he can achieve with the death of his old enemy Khal Drogo. The other Khals roaming the Dothraki Sea, in his opinion, are weak and lead only because of power of age, not by action. It is from this drive that Troko acts as an even more militant Khal than the average Dothraki, attacking other khalasars on site in place of demanding gifts from them. He also boasts an intense dislike to those that are non-Dothraki, seeing them as cowards, slaves, and beings existed merely to serve the Dothraki and who wait in their stone tents waiting to be conquered.
Likes:
- Fighting: The easiest way to keep his horde of riders united and strong is through war and raids. The simplest way to show his dominance in strength and skill is through action where his warriors can see his prowess. And the quickest road to becoming the legendary Khal of Khals is through conquest of all other khalasars and beings who cross his path. For that reason Troko has an intense love of war and fighting, thrilling in the bloodshed and the adrenaline of a raid. The sight of his Bloodriders cutting down those that would stand before him is a source of pride, and above all else Troko loves squaring off against an enemy Khal as both their Bloodriders hack one another apart.
- Jewels and Gold: Like many Khals before him, Troko revels in the materialistic wealth the men of cities enjoy. He enjoys golden rings and necklaces heavy with jewels, decorative weapons gifted to him by the Free Cities and ornate saddles sent to him by the distant city of Qarth. He believes the jewels are a symbol to his own khalasar as well as other Dothraki of how the men of cities see him and fear him. How they would willingly part with their precious metals and jewels just to see him and his khalasar away as quickly as possible.
- Bloodriders: Like all Khals before him, Troko has a profound sense of pride and loyalty to his Bloodriders. He eats, sleeps, and lives everyday of his life upon the Dothraki Sea with them, and more than that he has had the same three for the past near two decades of his warring in his quest to become the Khal of Khals. In those long years none of them have ever given him reason to believe they would ever betray him, no sign that they thought him weak, no reason to ever feel anything but the deep bond the Khal and Bloodriders share with one another.
Dislikes
- Men of the Cities: Troko views the Men of the Cities as lesser to the Dothraki in every way. They wage their wars behind walls, they clad themselves in armor, and they do not follow the grasses, instead settling down in one place for all time. He views them as weak, fat, and cowardly and of little more purpose than to simply serve as slaves to the Dothraki. The only use he finds in them is their ability to gift upon him and his khalasar the weapons they forge of fine steel, though even that skill could be equally used serving as his slaves.
- Other Khals: Despite the vast size of the Dothraki Sea, Troko sees it as only being big enough for a single Khal, and that Khal is himself. All others are merely obstacles standing in his way to what he sees as achieving his destiny. For that reason he will not even treat with other Khals and their khalasars to accept gifts in order for the two groups to go their separate ways, instead opting to raid them brutally and mercilessly to take from them all he can, to kill their Khal and to offer the khalasar and warriors a simple choice; join him or be crushed.
- Khal Drogo: Troko and Drogo had known each other as young children meeting on occasions when their fathers would bring their khalasars to the holy city of Vaes Dothrak. Even from a young age the two had a rivalry that begged for blood. Troko saw in Drogo a potent enemy, one that needed to be killed before he would do the same to himself. As the years passed and conflicts between the two Khals passed, Troko's intense dislike for the man grew to hatred as Drogo stood as the only man to defeat him, losing his braid to the legendary Khal though not his life. It was to his delight, yet anger, that Drogo met his death. He was delighted to lose an enemy, but at the hands of blood magic he saw as an unworthy end to such a profound warrior.
Weapons: Troko sports a simple arakhs, razor sharp and well worn with use of constant warfare. Nothing about it sets it apart from the next, though it is forged of high-quality steel acquired as a gift when his Father was still Khal and had traveled to the Free Cities taking payment. At his belt always hangs a wickedly sharp ornate dagger, a massive emerald embedded in the hilt of the blade. It's a weapon he prefers when drawn in to close quarters during a battle. A powerful recurved bow always hangs from his saddle with a quiver of arrows, the bow of Dothraki made, only standing out as different because it is slightly larger to give it more of a punch to account for his strength.
Armour: N/A
Skills: Dangerous Warrior: With the exception of Khal Drogo, Troko is a warrior that has never tasted defeat either personally or when leading his raids. Swift and powerful, Troko attacks like a whirlwind, battering his opponents into submission with fierce strikes that rob them of their energy quickly, leaving them easy targets to be killed. Relentless in combat, Troko will not stop until he has killed what he has set out to kill, stopping only upon the demise of his opponent or when he physically no longer can. He earned the respect and fear of other Khals when several years ago when he attacked an enemy khalasar and single-handedly dispatched all three enemy Bloodriders before taking the head of the Khal.
Warlord: Under the guiding eye of his father, Troko was taught the ways of Dothraki warfare without fail. A successful raider, he knows when to strike, how hard to hit, and how to place his Riders. Having stolen victory from the mouth of defeat several times by ferocity and skill, Troko understands the ways of raiding and for that reason has achieved great success in his war against fellow Khals and their khalasars.
Weaknesses: Temper: What would seem like a strength to a Dothraki Khal is actually a weakness for Troko. For every victory he has attained against a stronger Khal, he has a tale of nearly losing to a weaker Khal simply because of his temper. In battle he has a habit of forgetting he is the Warlord and orders stem from him and him alone, becoming caught up in his anger and unleashing it upon his enemies.
Shut Out: Troko dislikes the idea of trading, or as the Dothraki see it'gift-giving'. He views it as a way for the weak to stay afloat when they should be destroyed. However, it is through the wisdow of his Bloodriders that he can be encouraged to see need in this. If the Khal had his way he would wish to earn everything through violence, believing it is the only way to truly obtain goods, though he will trade slaves for goods when the pressure is high enough or when he feels that his Riders need a break from raids.
No Son: To the Dothraki a son is a symbol from the Great Stallion, a sign of favor and although Troko has several wives, they have all given him daughters. He is still young enough that this has not raised questions among his khalasar, but if the problem is not remedied soon it will become a sign of weakness to be exploited against him and used to bring him down.
History: Born the first son to Khal Rado, Troko enjoyed the most attention out of his brothers, learning beneath the harsh hand and stern eye of his Father. Rado had been a cruel man, never afraid to take what he wanted and to kill all those that dared stand in his way, a true Dothraki Khal. It was by this example that Troko learned what it meant to be a Khal, what it mean to be Dothraki. Love was stripped from him, replaced by drive and a ferocity to match his ambitions his Father had dreamed him to one day fulfill. For like all Khals, Rado believed his son to be the Khal of Khals, to be the one who would unite the Dothraki. Although a common thing to tell the Son of a Khal, they where words that Troko would take to heart and one day allow to become his driving force in life.
At a young age Troko found his first rival in life, a rivalry that would extend on through the years until death finally brought an end to it. At the age of six Troko met the then child Drogo as both their Fathers visited the city of Vaes Dothrak. Both Khals remained rivals with one another and delighted to see the feud carry on to their sons, the intense desire to destroy one another that let the Khals know that each had a son that was a true Dothraki. Upon their first meeting, Troko had seen in Drogo an enemy, a child who also believed all the lands of the Dothraki Sea would one day belong to him, and had known even as a young child that one day one of them would have to die. As they had departed Vaes Dothrak Troko had said as much to his father, vowing to kill Drogo and take his khalasar one day; the words had caused Khal Rado to beam with pride towards his son for the first time the boy had been able to remember.
As he grew in years, Troko set himself apart from his brothers as the most vicious, the most ruthless. No act was beneath him, he reveled in killing, in taking slaves, in bringing death to the enemies of his father's khalasar alongside his fathers Bloodriders. Although not as skilled as his brother, Srono, with the Dothraki bow, he stood without peer among his siblings with the arakhs. There where several occasions when Khal Rado had called an end to the dueling between Troko and his brothers, not wanting to see his other sons killed before they had grown old enough to possibly stand as replacements should Troko fall in a raid. However, the animosity birthed in these duels between the three brothers would forever stand, always dividing them, and merely waiting for the day that Rado would no longer be able to sit his horse and a new Khal would be found between them and the Kos of his father.
It was during his seventeenth summer that things boiled over between Troko and his youngest brother, Fhiso. They had been sparring, Rado and his Bloodriders watching, and it was in this spar that Rado had decided both where old enough, it was time to see his sons for the men they where. Instead of the customary call to halt their fighting, Rado remained silent as his Bloodriders began to cheer encouraging words to the fighting brothers. Although Fhiso was skilled with an arakhs, he was no match for his brothers speed. As the fight waged on Troko could see his brother tiring, and pressing the attack, had kneed Fhiso viciously in the stomach before slashing open his brothers stomach, spilling his intestines to the grass in a grisly showing. Fhiso had looked into his brothers eyes, shock showing there, only to see malice looking back upon him. Troko had felt no remorse in the action, instead reveling in the glory as he gripped his brothers ponytail, and slashing it away from his head, had kicked his dying brother to the grass, holding the ponytail in the air and shouting a battle cry to the delight of Rado and his Bloodriders.
It was after this showing that Troko began to serve as a Ko, leading riders during raids, and it was during those years that he showed a natural aptitude for the position as well as constantly improving under the watchful eye of his Father. Troko became known as a brutal Ko, never taking slaves when his enemies opted to fight, instead slaughtering them all to show resistance only ended in death. During these years he took to painting himself and his stallion in black paint, the Dothraki war stylings added a fearsome touch to himself and his mount.
During a particularly successful raid Troko had come into a heated argument with another of Rado's Kos over what was to be done with survivors. Troko, having been the lead Ko during the raid had ordered his Riders to kill them all and leave their severed heads out as a warning, though Qrono, another of his fathers Kos, had wanted to take them as slaves to be sold at the nearby Free Cities. The heated debate had soon produced weapons as Troko refused to back down, seeing a questioning of his orders as a death sentence to be placed upon the mans head. Qrono had been twice his age, a seasoned Rider and bearing a braid grown long over the years of success. Troko had tied the mans braid to his own saddle upon his death, letting it serve as a reminder to Rado's other Kos that he would tolerate no one questioning his orders but the Khal and his Bloodriders. It was during these years that it had become clear who would succeed Rado upon his death, much to the distaste of his younger brother, Srono. As the void continued to increase between the two of them, Troko frequently made attempts to lure his younger brother into a fight against him, though Srono would never take the bait.
It was in the heart of his twenty first summer that Rado had been stricken from the saddle, some sort of rapid affliction setting in upon him and killing the Khal within a few days time. The day both brothers had been longing for had arrived, and with it brought a split in the khalasar. As the Bloodriders rode with Lraini back to Vaes Dothrak, the Kos had begun to split, falling behind one brother or the other as the coming battle began to take shape. Although most Kos had sided with Troko, a few key and influential warriors had gone to Srono, if only because they saw him as easier to topple to secure the khalasar for himself. Troko had marked all the faces of those who had dared to stand against them, remembering them all and their actions. After only a month the two khalasars had met, the riders clashing viciously as both brothers came for the other. In Troko's mind he would not truly be a Khal until all that his brother had stolen was regained and his brother laid upon the Dothraki Sea dead, braid slashed from his head.
The battle had been fierce, although short lived. Troko's superior skill and numbers had easily carried the day, the few loyal Kos to Srono being targeted from the onset and killed to lower the other Riders will to fight. Soon the battle came to a standstill, Troko and Srono looking upon one another as the Riders waited to see the outcome of the battle and to greet their new Khal. Troko had spurred his stallion forward, charging his younger brother. Srono, using his only advantage, had been given enough time to fire a single arrow, the projectile embedding itself in Troko's left bicep. However, even injured, Troko had been superior to his brother, and tackling him from the saddle, the two had fought upon the grasslands. Srono hadn't stood a chance, outclassed by Troko's speed and strength and soon found his throat slashed open by a dagger, his braid cut from his head, and then his head cut from his shoulders. Holding the braid high above his head, Troko had slammed his foot down upon Srono's severed head, mashing it into a pulp before the remaining Kos. Loyalty to him had been won that day easily and it was then he took the title Khal Troko.
Taking his Bloodriders, men by the name Jouso, Bkilo, and Vehno, Troko had begun a campaign quickly aimed at growing his already sizable khalasar. Rado had been a powerful Khal in his years, and despite the fraction and feuding by the brothers, he still remained at the head of an impressive amount of Riders. However, his ascension to Khal, having happened at such a young age, would be his undoing. The arrogance that settled upon him, the feeling of immortality, would cause him to declare war on another young Khal, a man who it seemed the Great Stallion had deemed war between had to happen. Khal Drogo. Drogo had also become a Khal at a young age, the path the two where walking seeming to be hand in hand. Setting out to find his rival in the Dothraki Sea, Troko had felt destiny at his heels and the title of Khal of Khals within his grasp.
After seven months of bloody raiding upon smaller khalasars and anyone unfortunate enough to cross the path of Khal Troko, he had finally found Drogo. The feeling of fate being realized had been strong upon his heart, and without thought he had led his Riders ferociously into battle, charging without plan, charging to meet destiny. However, his foolishness would take it's tool that as Drogo showed himself a true Warlord without compare upon the Seas. His Riders had served to deal his own a vicious defeat, Troko losing one of his own Bloodriders in the battle. To add to it all, Troko and met Drogo arakh to arakh, and after a battle fought at such blinding speed as to show the Dothraki watching that the two warriors seemed to both be without peer, he had been savagely cut upon the upper thigh. He had staggered only a moment, but in that window Drogo had slashed him across the back a second time. Falling to the grass, Drogo had shouted in triumph, holding his and Troko's arakhs above his head. Troko had his braid cut him his head that day, though Drogo had deemed to leave the young Khal alive, instead taking his Riders and people for his own and leaving the wounded Khal to live in shame.
Shame as not to be what he settled for, however. With his two surviving Bloodriders and the scant hundred or so Riders that had remained with Troko the tiny khalasar had fled to the outskirts of the Dothraki Sea. It was here they struck savagely and quickly upon other weak groups. Whether it was travelers, merchant caravans, or simply other weakened khalasars. It didn't matter, all that mattered was for Troko to regain what he had lost and to kill the man that had taken it all from him. He had become consumed with thoughts of Drogo, of killing the Khal who had ruined all of his plans. From battle to battle, Troko grew as a tactician, learning from his mistakes. He still remained open to the foolishness of his anger, but it became a fault his Bloodriders watched for and warned him of. As his name began to circle through the khalasars once again, Troko began to see a slow trickle of Riders and Dothraki coming to his khalasar to follow The Khal Who Would No Die. It as a name the Dothraki granted him, seeing him as a man who was defying the will of The Great Stallion, coming back from what should have been total destruction.
Year after year wore on, and with a steady increase in numbers, Troko began to make his way into the heart of the Dothraki Sea, leading his people towards more fertile grazing lands. His khalasar had grown to a size he was left alone for the most part except for the most desperate Khals, as he himself had once been, or those that truly wished for blood and training of their Riders. However, Troko had grown enough as a Warlord and his Riders had been forged by years of constant hard fighting to protect what they had ripped away from fate to give themselves once again. It was on during his twenty-ninth summer that Khal Troko and his khalasar once again returned to the city of Vaes Dothrak. It was within the holy city that for the first time since that all too fateful day Troko had looked upon the face of Khal Drogo and the man he had become. To say he was imposing was an understatement, but hatred had replaced awe and kept him sharp. Despite the laws of no swords being taken up in Vaes Dothrak, tensions had been high between Troko's khalasar and Drogo's, though Troko's Bloodriders had kept his own people in line knowing another war with Drogo would see a finish to what he had started so many years ago.
It was in those weeks at Vaes Dothrak that Troko had marveled upon the size of Drogo's khalasar. It seemed to stretch to the horizon itself, and for the first time he had felt doubt that perhaps this man was truly to be the Khal of Khals and not himself. It was with shame upon his shoulders that Troko had led his people from the holy city, unable to stand the mocking look within Drogo's eyes, the dare to challenge him beyond the city and see a conclusion to their feud. Troko had stricken east, leaving Drogo behind to make his way towards the ancient slaver cities where gifts would be lashed upon them in exchange for peace. It was during this long trek east that Troko had begun the tactic of sending Riders upon the roads of the slavers lands to find merchant caravans ripe to hit. As his raids upon merchant caravans became more and more common, Troko began a period of his life where he fought almost exclusively different mercenary companies hired to repel himself and his raiders.
At first the mercenaries had posed a challenge, the Unsullied in particular, it was in this realization that Troko began aiming his raids away from caravans and cities who had been able to safe-guard themselves with sizeable forces of Unsullied. He instead began to rely on a engaging smaller, token forces the cities had to offer, and then breaking terms to leave, accepting gifts. The cities generally saw this as acceptable, usually having enough excess wealth to pay off the Khal and never wanting to risk their Unsullied in battle against a Khal, when it could simply mean a different khalasar or city could pounce upon the weakness left after the battle. It was a system that worked well, allowing the horde to move about without engaging the Unsullied unless absolutely forced.
Years continued to come and go and Troko had become bitterly compliant to the fact that as long as Drogo lived he would never be able to rise to prominence within the Dothraki Sea. He stood the main titan in the way of his glory, and it was for that reason an intense hatred grew within the Khal that reared it's head by a merciless nature in combat, a vicious warlord who encouraged the marauding of his Riders as opposed to the taking of slaves. Death became a constant companion of Troko, and for it even some of his own khalasar began to fear him, though with him they felt safest from his wrath and for that reason never dreamed of abandoning him. Then one day he received news that served to bring him rushing his khalasar across the Dothraki Sea to investigate. He had hear Drogo had taken a City Dweller for a Khaalesi, just another thing he had grown to hate about the Khal, but when he heard the great Khal had died he had been unable to believe the news.
Upon unraveling the mystery, Troko had found the news bittersweet. He was happy to hear that his greatest rival had left the world, but to hear he had fallen to blood magiks had been something he wouldn't have wished upon him. To hear the man had fallen to such dark means was not honorable, and if anything Drogo had deserved an honorable. It as in tribute to his long time rival and enemy that Troko had stricken south with his khalasar, inflicting brutal vengeance upon the Lamb Men for their employment of a maegi. The retribution had been brutal and total, dozens of villages massacred, women raped repeatedly before being put to death, children torn apart by ropes secured to saddles, the men killed out right, everything they had burned to the ground. Troko had rode across the land for months before finally returning north to the Dothraki Sea.
Now was the time to begin once again his war to become the Khal of Khals. The time to take his destiny had come, and this time he was a Khal forged in the fires of hardships and had truly proven himself. This time he would not be stopped by anyone.
RP Sample: See Baelor's application or posts.
++OOC Info++
Player: Nero
Other characters played: Baelor Karatus
Any plans in mind for the character? I just want to fill my khalasar up with RPers playing key roles.
Do you agree to the rules: NO...just kidding, yes.
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