Had a table at a local [and tiny!] TTRPG convention this past weekend to sell my chainmail, and didn't do too badly [Just under $500 for a seriously, so small convention crowd is Not Bad okay, and that's after making back my table fee] but I realized something.
One of the sets I have up for sale functions far more as a display piece and free advertising for @goodmorningevildoers and I am okay with this; actually had three people pull the podcast up and follow it while at my table after I told them about it.
Doin' my best here, Winifred!
for those curious, and because somehow I managed to not post the pic here too, this is the set in question:
“I am not the sword. I am the plague that follows the battle.”
BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Torin
Alias(es): The Plaguebearer, The Untouchable, Containment Unit, Death’s Quiet Brother
Race: Immortal possessed by a demon
Demon: Disease (one of the 22 released from Pandora’s box)
Affiliation: Lords of the Underworld
Age: Thousands of years (originating in the early pantheon wars)
Pronouns: He/Him
Origin: Olympus
Current Location: Fortress in Budapest
Faceclaim: Aaron Taylor-Johnson
🏛️ Origins Biography:
⚔️ Before the Fall: A Soldier with Clean Hands
Before the box was broken. Before the curse. Before he became the plague wrapped in mortal skin — Torin was a warrior. A man of discipline. He was not the loudest nor the strongest among the warriors chosen to guard Pandora’s box, but he was among the most resolute.
Logic was his shield. Honor his language. He believed in order, in codes, in consequences. He did not crave glory. He wanted control. Not just over battlefields — but over the chaos within men’s hearts. If he could master that, he thought, he could protect what truly mattered.
But when the box was broken — when the gods’ fury scorched the skies — that belief shattered. The gods punished them not with chains or death, but with demons. Each man cursed to carry what he had tried to contain. Torin’s sin was Disease — not a force of war, but of slow, endless decay. The antithesis of order. The opposite of control.
From the first moment his skin cracked with plaguefire, he knew: he was no longer a protector. He was a contagion.
And the death toll began.
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🕳️ The Loneliest Curse: Isolation, Guilt, and the Death of Hope
Unlike the others who carried demons of Rage or Pain or Death — forces they could unleash and aim — Torin’s curse was subtler. Touch became death. Affection became punishment. Every life he tried to save, he ruined. Every friend who hugged him goodbye died. Lovers, companions, mortals, immortals, gods. It made no difference.
At first, he tried to master it. Gloves. Shields. Magic. But Disease laughed. It waited. It evolved. It won. Torin withdrew. He stopped touching. He stopped speaking unless necessary. When his brothers drank and celebrated, he watched from the dark corners of the room — a specter with poison in his blood.
When they bled, he could not bandage their wounds. When they fell, he could not carry them. When they broke… he could only watch. He convinced himself it was noble — this isolation. A sacrifice. But even martyrs die wishing for someone to hold their hand.
And Torin never got that luxury.
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🧠 The Architect of Control: What He Became
Over the centuries, Torin transformed himself into the one thing Disease couldn’t touch: a mind too sharp to unravel. If he couldn’t fight beside the Lords, he’d fight for them in ways they couldn’t — through tech, tactics, traps, and intellect. He became the gatekeeper of their fortress, the surveillance king, the one who knew the heartbeat of every enemy stronghold. He built firewalls around their lives and his own heart.
But he also became dangerous. Not in brute force — but in the way a plague is dangerous. Quiet. Patient. Unstoppable. When his anger is roused — when someone threatens the Lords — he is surgical. Calculated. Unforgiving. He has killed from afar. He has killed by accident. He has killed in vengeance. And through it all, he has never once been held and told it’s not his fault.
Because no one gets that close.
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🕳️ The Moment That Broke Him
There was a time, once, when Torin dared to hope. Not loudly, not foolishly — but with trembling fingers beneath reinforced gloves and a heart too quiet for war.
She had been soft in the way death never was. A scholar, not a soldier. Someone who saw past the edge of his voice and the metal in his gaze. She had offered him conversation. Laughter. Even… companionship.
She knew the risk.
Everyone always did.
But her touch was air — light, distant, respectful.
She waited.
And Torin?
He cracked.
It wasn’t dramatic. There was no lightning in the sky, no demonic scream. Just one night, after a battle left him bloodied and raw, she sat beside him in silence, brushing her knuckles near his without touching. And the ache became unbearable.
For once, just once, he wanted to feel.
So he removed the glove.
Just one.
Just enough to cup her cheek.
She smiled.
And then she bled.
Not at first — no. Disease is patient. It waits behind your ribs and in your breath. Three days later, she convulsed in his arms, her skin blackening, eyes glassy with pain — and love she still tried to give him, even as she died choking on her own blood.
He had killed her with a kiss he never got to give.
Torin doesn’t speak her name. Not anymore. It’s locked in the vault behind his heart — a name he keeps like a prayer he no longer believes in. He burned her body with his own hands and buried the ashes with his last flicker of desire. Not for her.
For anyone.
Because if this curse could steal her, then there was no one safe.
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🕯️ Where He Is Now: Fractured, Watching, Wanting
Now, his silence is not stoicism. It’s guilt. It’s the sound of a man who once dared to believe he could belong in a world not made for him — and paid for it in bone and ash.
He tells the Lords he prefers solitude.
That touch is a weakness.
That connection is a weapon enemies can turn.
But that’s a lie.
He is not untouched because he’s strong.
He is untouched because the last time he reached out, he destroyed beauty.
And yet—there are moments. Small ones. When his fingers twitch toward someone who makes the world feel less cold. When his voice softens. When he hesitates too long before pulling away.
Those moments scare him more than war.
Because hope is a sickness, too.
The war is changing. Old gods are stirring. Death is walking freely. And Torin — the one they all rely on for calm — is cracking. He won’t say it out loud, but the silence is heavier now. The walls feel too tight. His demon whispers in dreams — not of sickness, but of touch. Of what it might be like to be loved and not feared. To be seen not as a threat, but as human.
He dares not chase it.
But he watches.
He watches all.
Because someone — somewhere — might be foolish enough to care for a man like him. And he’ll fight it at first. He’ll push away. He’ll snarl and retreat and wrap himself in logic.
But beneath all that?
Torin is starving for something he swore he’d never want again: hope.
⚔️ COMBAT & ABILITY PROFILE
Primary Ability:
Instant disease transmission via touch. Can release viral, bacterial, or magical plagues — all incurable.
Secondary Abilities:
Mutation Control: Able to create new strains of illness.
Magical Immunity: Cannot be affected by physical or supernatural diseases.
Mental Resistance: Hardened mind from years of psychic isolation.
Stealth & Surveillance Mastery: Tech-savvy, controls many of the Lords’ modern information systems.
Knife Combat & Tactical Defense: Uses short blades in combat, often fights without direct contact.
Weaknesses:
No physical contact without consequence.
Isolated fighting style — not team-based.
Emotional instability if guilt is triggered.
Cannot contain a plague once it’s released.
🧠 PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
“He doesn’t scream like Wrath. He doesn’t seduce like Lust. He exists like rot in the walls — quiet, hidden, impossible to stop.”
Personality Type: INFJ – The Advocate
Enneagram: 4w5 – The Lonely Visionary
Temperament: Melancholic-Phlegmatic
Alignment: Lawful Neutral (flirts with Chaotic Good during crisis)
Defining Traits:
Disciplined: Every step is calculated. He never lets instinct rule.
Private: Keeps layers of emotional armor between himself and others.
Strategic: Brain over brawn — he’s often the tactical planner for the Lords.
Guilt-Ridden: Haunted by past incidents where his touch led to mass death.
Darkly Humorous: Uses sarcasm and irony to distance others and protect himself.
Craves Touch Silently: Would never admit it — but his solitude is his slowest death.
🏛️ ROLE AMONG THE LORDS
He is not popular, but he is respected. The Lords may not understand him… but they fear what he is capable of. And they trust him when things go to hell.
Introverted Strategist:
Torin thrives in silence not because he fears others, but because he knows what his presence brings. He is careful, methodical, and frighteningly intelligent — always five moves ahead, not out of arrogance, but necessity. Every second of his life is risk management.
Deeply Disciplined:
He is perhaps the most self-controlled of the Lords. Where others indulge their demons, Torin reigns his in with an iron will. Even if his restraint carves scars inside him, he would rather suffer in silence than harm another soul.
Self-Flagellating Protector:
He believes his touch is a weapon. Therefore, his love is a liability. And his desire? A threat. This has shaped him into a man who equates intimacy with death — and thus seeks no connection unless he is absolutely certain it will not bring harm. Spoiler: He never is.
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🧬 Flaws: Not Just Weaknesses, but Wounds
Isolation as Armor:
Torin uses loneliness as a shield. He pushes others away not out of cruelty, but out of raw, bleeding kindness. Because his presence is poison, he believes his absence is a gift.
Suppressed Rage:
Under the calm is a fire that never gets to burn. He watches the other Lords rage, bleed, love, live—and he keeps himself still. But he’s not calm. He’s just trapped. And one day, that quiet fury will spill over.
Haunted by Hope:
Hope is dangerous to him. Every time he believes he might deserve more, he remembers the girl who died for nothing more than a touch. So he kills hope early now—cuts it off before it can bloom. Just to be safe.
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💪 Strengths: The Quiet Kind That Bleeds Honor
Unbreakable Loyalty:
If Torin has chosen you, you are safe. Not just physically. Not just from his touch. You are guarded from the world, from betrayal, from anything he can stop. He is the last man standing kind of loyal.
Strategic Mind:
He sees the world in pressure points and possibilities. If you need a battle plan or a way out of hell, Torin’s already mapped it. He’s not the fastest sword, but he’s the most precise dagger.
Moral Compass of Iron:
His guilt isn’t weakness. It’s proof that even when cursed, even when ruined, Torin still values life. Still values right and wrong. And that makes him more heroic than most.
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🧭 Likes, Dislikes, and the Reasons They Cut Deep
Likes:
Books & Ancient Lore – He finds order in stories. There’s a comfort in structure, in fables where love doesn’t kill.
Weapons (particularly blades) – Not for war, but for control. Blades are precise. Unlike him.
Solitude in nature – The only place he can breathe without risking another’s life.
Black clothing – Not just aesthetic. It hides blood. It hides trembling hands. It hides him.
Dislikes:
Flirtation – Not because he doesn’t enjoy it. Because it stings. He can’t return it without endangering someone.
Crowds – Too risky. Too chaotic. One touch, one brush, and someone dies.
His own body – A vessel for death. A coffin wrapped in skin.
False optimism – Hope with no backbone feels like betrayal. Don’t promise him he’s safe. He knows better.
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🧱 Actions That Reveal Who He Really Is
He always stands at the back of the group.
Because if Disease spreads, it’ll start with him. He chooses distance, even when it costs him warmth.
He sleeps with gloves on.
Even when alone. Just in case someone ever finds him unconscious. Just in case he dreams and reaches out.
He trains alone.
His strength isn’t honed for glory or camaraderie. It’s practice. Repetition. To keep the monster caged.
He never starts fights. But he ends them.
Quick. Efficient. No joy in it. Just necessity. Because violence is easier than vulnerability.
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🩸 Final Note: Who Is He, Truly?
Torin is not Disease. He is a man bearing Disease — a man who would rather die than let someone else suffer his burden. He is restraint personified, guilt with a face, and discipline given form. His every action screams: “I will not let this curse make me a monster.”
But underneath?
He’s lonely.
So, so lonely.
And maybe, someday, someone will see that — and reach for his gloved hand anyway.
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☣️ KEY THEMES
Touch Starvation / Intimacy Deprivation – A man who craves the simple act of contact but cannot have it.
Silent Rage – His fury doesn’t explode… it simmers.
Self-Containment – Every movement is thought through. Every moment, a choice not to ruin the world.
Moral Complexity – Torin doesn’t always want to save the day. He just doesn’t want more blood on his hands.
Watcher Role – The man who sees the worst in people, but protects them anyway.
Forbidden Heroism – He is the one who stays behind… until someone’s dying. Then he becomes the monster everyone forgot he was.
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In no particular order:
@growinguphartless@theimpalpable@othcrness@dysfunctionalmasons (also @floralgardenswitches and @aworldfullofmuses)@relentlessdremer@orangeflamewrites@ycvrstruly@voxvulgi ( also @hunterofpixiedust )
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