Post by Firestar on Jan 22, 2012 13:40:28 GMT -5
Your username: Firestar
Character's name: Jolfried Battle-Born
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: Jolfried is your typical Nord. He's fond of drinking, fighting, and having a good time. He supports the Empire and believes that if he and his people help, they will be able to drive back the Thalmor. He dislikes magic, though he has no qualms with enchanted weapons. He distrusts mages and all Mer.
Character's Race: Nord
Character's appearance:
Jolfried has fair blonde hair and startling blue eyes. He is physically very fit and quite strong. He wears steel plate armor with a flowing red cape.
Character's allegiance: Empire, and Skyrim
Weapons: Two-handed weapons, particularly warhammers.
Other Info: Unknown to him, the Daedric Prince Sanguine has a particular interest in him.
History:
Jolfried was born in Whiterun, Skyrim, to the esteembed clan of Battle-born. Growing up, he had a wild imagination; he believed that had he been the Champion of Cyrodiil all those years ago, he would have been able to stop the Oblivion Crisis single-handedly and saved the life of Martin Septim. And though these wild fancies died down over the years, his enthusiasm did not.
When he was around twelve years old, Jolfried made a pilgrimage to the Throat of the World and climbed the Seven Thousand Steps. When he arrived at High Hrothgar, he remained outside for a week, begging to be taught in the Way of the Voice. After he nearly froze to death out of his resolve, the Greybeards finally allowed him inside and spent the next ten years teaching him. He only managed to learn Unrelenting Force and Whirlwind Sprint, and he has far from mastered them. After his years with the Greybeards, he moved to Solitude, where he trained with the Legionaires who were stationed there. He's been training to be a soldier, and has visited nearly every province at least once, though he has never faced an all-out battle. Whenever he's on leave, he enjoys exploring the innumerable ruins that cover all of Tamriel.
Role Play Sample:
Jolfried hiked up the road to Solitude, admiring the landscape as he went. The other provinces may think themselves pretty, but they could not hold a candle to the rugged beauty of Skyrim. He gazed out at the setting sun, and faintly in the sky he saw the outlines of the moons, Secunda and Masser. He smiled; tonight, the auroras would glow, green most likely, but perhaps some red and yellow, and if he was exceptionally lucky, deep purple.
He returned his attention to the road as he approached the city gates. He was bringing with him all the treasure he'd found on his latest excursion, most of which he would sell, and likely buy some mead with the money. He nodded to the guards outside the gate.
"I used to be an adventurer like you," the guard said, eyeing the pack obviously full of stuff. Jolfried could have sworn he was smirking, though it was hard to tell with the helmets they worn. The guard continued, "Then I took an arrow in the knee."
"Sounds painful," Jolfried commented as he entered Solitude.
Character's name: Jolfried Battle-Born
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude: Jolfried is your typical Nord. He's fond of drinking, fighting, and having a good time. He supports the Empire and believes that if he and his people help, they will be able to drive back the Thalmor. He dislikes magic, though he has no qualms with enchanted weapons. He distrusts mages and all Mer.
Character's Race: Nord
Character's appearance:
Jolfried has fair blonde hair and startling blue eyes. He is physically very fit and quite strong. He wears steel plate armor with a flowing red cape.
Character's allegiance: Empire, and Skyrim
Weapons: Two-handed weapons, particularly warhammers.
Other Info: Unknown to him, the Daedric Prince Sanguine has a particular interest in him.
History:
Jolfried was born in Whiterun, Skyrim, to the esteembed clan of Battle-born. Growing up, he had a wild imagination; he believed that had he been the Champion of Cyrodiil all those years ago, he would have been able to stop the Oblivion Crisis single-handedly and saved the life of Martin Septim. And though these wild fancies died down over the years, his enthusiasm did not.
When he was around twelve years old, Jolfried made a pilgrimage to the Throat of the World and climbed the Seven Thousand Steps. When he arrived at High Hrothgar, he remained outside for a week, begging to be taught in the Way of the Voice. After he nearly froze to death out of his resolve, the Greybeards finally allowed him inside and spent the next ten years teaching him. He only managed to learn Unrelenting Force and Whirlwind Sprint, and he has far from mastered them. After his years with the Greybeards, he moved to Solitude, where he trained with the Legionaires who were stationed there. He's been training to be a soldier, and has visited nearly every province at least once, though he has never faced an all-out battle. Whenever he's on leave, he enjoys exploring the innumerable ruins that cover all of Tamriel.
Role Play Sample:
Jolfried hiked up the road to Solitude, admiring the landscape as he went. The other provinces may think themselves pretty, but they could not hold a candle to the rugged beauty of Skyrim. He gazed out at the setting sun, and faintly in the sky he saw the outlines of the moons, Secunda and Masser. He smiled; tonight, the auroras would glow, green most likely, but perhaps some red and yellow, and if he was exceptionally lucky, deep purple.
He returned his attention to the road as he approached the city gates. He was bringing with him all the treasure he'd found on his latest excursion, most of which he would sell, and likely buy some mead with the money. He nodded to the guards outside the gate.
"I used to be an adventurer like you," the guard said, eyeing the pack obviously full of stuff. Jolfried could have sworn he was smirking, though it was hard to tell with the helmets they worn. The guard continued, "Then I took an arrow in the knee."
"Sounds painful," Jolfried commented as he entered Solitude.