Post by xxbanisherxx on Mar 1, 2012 3:48:23 GMT 1
Name: Do'Renji
Age: 23
Race: Khajiit
Hair: Orange-Brown
Class: Scout
Place of birth: Chorrol
Marital Status: Single
Known relatives and friends: Do'Zahr
History: Being wrought in the city of Chorrol, a place he calls home on his journeys, Do'Renji is often found in the Colovian Highlands, spying on both beasts and people. Known in Chorrol for his crave for adventure and love of the wilderness, he carries a rusty iron longsword on his belt, both for defense and offense. He wears a netch cuirass and guantlets over a light linen shirt and cloth pants, both colored a pale tan. Do'Renji can often be found running through the forest in his hardened and weathered rough leather boots. Proficient in some small scale healing, he is often not far from danger, be it bandits or wild life. Unafraid of combat, he enters it both willingly and tactfully, although he prefers silent stalking over brute advances. Upon reaching the age of 8, he set out from the tall and safe city walls he was so accustomed surrounding him for the first time and journeyed with his father into the wilderness. One so young is rarely seen in the wilderness, even with guide, but being a Khajiit, his race is more than prepared for such adventuring. On his 15 birthday, his father gave him something symbolic amongst their family; a long jagged claw down his shoulder, representing loss of innocence and preparation for hardship. While Chorrol was a pleasant enough city to live in, some were rather racy towards Do'Renji and his family, and all Khajiit. Upon embarking on a journey to the wilderness with his father at the age of 17, they were attacked just beyond the guards sight by 3 men with weapons in their hands. Do'Renji's father, a bold warrior of much experience, expected trouble and told me to run as he raised his claws that now protruded from his fingertips. The foes halted, but were not routed. Do'Renji swiftly went behind a tree and watched as an innocent onlooker. The larger of the 3 attacked, wielding a longsword. A cry was heard for quite a distance, and his father fell to the ground, his claws sinking into the chest of his assailant. The other two ran in fear of such deadly effectiveness combined with unhindered fury, and his father took him to the river to wash the now scab-covered wound. It wasn't deep, but a long gash now split the hair on his head. They stayed camping in the wilderness for two days, as Khajiit of old would. Upon returning to the city, his father was arrested for assualt, murder, and threatening the peace of Chorrol. The two men had lied to the guards, and the words of a 17 year old boy was not enough to disuade the sentence. His father was put in jail to this very day, still waiting for the day he is free. Do'Renji's mother became a servant of the Count of Chorrol, recieving not enough wages for food. For food, Do'Renji not only provided, but prospered. He would hunt game in the woodlands with both claw and a new sword his father had given him before being jailed. Now, he hunting but, only without his mother, for she died of Skooma addiction after 2 years of his father's sentence was fulfilled, and without a home, for now he lives in a tent outside the city walls. For 6 years he has lived off selling caught game to the citizens of Chorrol, and both defies and sabotages the men who put his father in prison. With both claw and sword, they would never attack him, for his father's blood flows like a flood thorugh his veins. A warriors strength, but a scholar's mind. Now, at 23, he finds himself unfit for the life of a hunter, and once again seeking the life of an adventurer.
Age: 23
Race: Khajiit
Hair: Orange-Brown
Class: Scout
Place of birth: Chorrol
Marital Status: Single
Known relatives and friends: Do'Zahr
History: Being wrought in the city of Chorrol, a place he calls home on his journeys, Do'Renji is often found in the Colovian Highlands, spying on both beasts and people. Known in Chorrol for his crave for adventure and love of the wilderness, he carries a rusty iron longsword on his belt, both for defense and offense. He wears a netch cuirass and guantlets over a light linen shirt and cloth pants, both colored a pale tan. Do'Renji can often be found running through the forest in his hardened and weathered rough leather boots. Proficient in some small scale healing, he is often not far from danger, be it bandits or wild life. Unafraid of combat, he enters it both willingly and tactfully, although he prefers silent stalking over brute advances. Upon reaching the age of 8, he set out from the tall and safe city walls he was so accustomed surrounding him for the first time and journeyed with his father into the wilderness. One so young is rarely seen in the wilderness, even with guide, but being a Khajiit, his race is more than prepared for such adventuring. On his 15 birthday, his father gave him something symbolic amongst their family; a long jagged claw down his shoulder, representing loss of innocence and preparation for hardship. While Chorrol was a pleasant enough city to live in, some were rather racy towards Do'Renji and his family, and all Khajiit. Upon embarking on a journey to the wilderness with his father at the age of 17, they were attacked just beyond the guards sight by 3 men with weapons in their hands. Do'Renji's father, a bold warrior of much experience, expected trouble and told me to run as he raised his claws that now protruded from his fingertips. The foes halted, but were not routed. Do'Renji swiftly went behind a tree and watched as an innocent onlooker. The larger of the 3 attacked, wielding a longsword. A cry was heard for quite a distance, and his father fell to the ground, his claws sinking into the chest of his assailant. The other two ran in fear of such deadly effectiveness combined with unhindered fury, and his father took him to the river to wash the now scab-covered wound. It wasn't deep, but a long gash now split the hair on his head. They stayed camping in the wilderness for two days, as Khajiit of old would. Upon returning to the city, his father was arrested for assualt, murder, and threatening the peace of Chorrol. The two men had lied to the guards, and the words of a 17 year old boy was not enough to disuade the sentence. His father was put in jail to this very day, still waiting for the day he is free. Do'Renji's mother became a servant of the Count of Chorrol, recieving not enough wages for food. For food, Do'Renji not only provided, but prospered. He would hunt game in the woodlands with both claw and a new sword his father had given him before being jailed. Now, he hunting but, only without his mother, for she died of Skooma addiction after 2 years of his father's sentence was fulfilled, and without a home, for now he lives in a tent outside the city walls. For 6 years he has lived off selling caught game to the citizens of Chorrol, and both defies and sabotages the men who put his father in prison. With both claw and sword, they would never attack him, for his father's blood flows like a flood thorugh his veins. A warriors strength, but a scholar's mind. Now, at 23, he finds himself unfit for the life of a hunter, and once again seeking the life of an adventurer.