Post by weregaruru09 on Apr 19, 2012 22:19:40 GMT 1
Name: Brandis
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Class: Warrior
Place of Birth: Skyrim (somewhere in the Rift)
Marital Status: Single
Family Members: None
History: Born without a father to claim him and a mother who died in childbirth, Brandis grew up in the orphanage in Riften. There, constantly being teased and ridiculed by other children and orphans Brandis learned quickly how to fight. He endured many beatings at the hands of the owners of the orphanage for fighting, one encounter even happened with the son of a Jarl. At fifteen Brandis joined the Riften city gaurd, there he received most of his martial training. It didn't become easier though, there were many other fights he was involved in, particularly with the thieves guild. In an act of self defense Brandis was thrown in the dungeon for killing a memberof the aforementioned guild. Luckily, with some help from someone he incarcerated himself, Brandis escaped and fled Riften.
Brandis wandered around Skyrim surviving for the Next four years until a chance encounter with some bandits and Solitude's gaurdsmen let him become noticed by the Jarl, who conscipted him into his own personal army. Brandis' life in the wilderness, plus his prowess, and fierceness, in battle earned him the title 'the Wild' from his comrades.
One night, while sent to investigate a local rumor nearby. Brandis and his company were attacked by a savage beast. Brandis survived, and made his way back to Solitude severely wounded. The Jarl believed this to be an ill omen and honorably discharged Brandis from his service, but never again letting him set foot in Solitude. It had been three years since that day and Brandis has been making his way south, picking up jobs as a sellsword when he can. His desination? Cyrodil.
Appearance: Brandis stands at about six feet and weighs in at onehundred-eightyfive pounds. Years of toting heavy armor and swinging sharpened steel, while lifting a shield has made the nord very burly. He has wild, long cool brown hair and vivid blue eyes. Marking one eye is a series of scars made by claws raking over flesh. This is Brandis' only physical reminder of the night him aand his party were ambushed, though he carries emotional and psychological scars as well. He is handsime although he does not necessary believe so, or care. He is commonly seen wearing heavy banded iron armor which he pieced together himself. Strapped to his waist is a steel sword he takes very good care of, he dubbed it Moonfang. He typically wears an iron horned half-helmet when he's not in cities but takes it off as a show of trustworthiness. Where he comes from, people who hide their faces are those who mean ill-will.
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Class: Warrior
Place of Birth: Skyrim (somewhere in the Rift)
Marital Status: Single
Family Members: None
History: Born without a father to claim him and a mother who died in childbirth, Brandis grew up in the orphanage in Riften. There, constantly being teased and ridiculed by other children and orphans Brandis learned quickly how to fight. He endured many beatings at the hands of the owners of the orphanage for fighting, one encounter even happened with the son of a Jarl. At fifteen Brandis joined the Riften city gaurd, there he received most of his martial training. It didn't become easier though, there were many other fights he was involved in, particularly with the thieves guild. In an act of self defense Brandis was thrown in the dungeon for killing a memberof the aforementioned guild. Luckily, with some help from someone he incarcerated himself, Brandis escaped and fled Riften.
Brandis wandered around Skyrim surviving for the Next four years until a chance encounter with some bandits and Solitude's gaurdsmen let him become noticed by the Jarl, who conscipted him into his own personal army. Brandis' life in the wilderness, plus his prowess, and fierceness, in battle earned him the title 'the Wild' from his comrades.
One night, while sent to investigate a local rumor nearby. Brandis and his company were attacked by a savage beast. Brandis survived, and made his way back to Solitude severely wounded. The Jarl believed this to be an ill omen and honorably discharged Brandis from his service, but never again letting him set foot in Solitude. It had been three years since that day and Brandis has been making his way south, picking up jobs as a sellsword when he can. His desination? Cyrodil.
Appearance: Brandis stands at about six feet and weighs in at onehundred-eightyfive pounds. Years of toting heavy armor and swinging sharpened steel, while lifting a shield has made the nord very burly. He has wild, long cool brown hair and vivid blue eyes. Marking one eye is a series of scars made by claws raking over flesh. This is Brandis' only physical reminder of the night him aand his party were ambushed, though he carries emotional and psychological scars as well. He is handsime although he does not necessary believe so, or care. He is commonly seen wearing heavy banded iron armor which he pieced together himself. Strapped to his waist is a steel sword he takes very good care of, he dubbed it Moonfang. He typically wears an iron horned half-helmet when he's not in cities but takes it off as a show of trustworthiness. Where he comes from, people who hide their faces are those who mean ill-will.