Post by jamesshyvur on Jan 25, 2012 9:46:29 GMT -5
Your username: jamesshyvur
Character's name: Bragir-gro-Garrosh
Character's age: 42
Character's attitude:
Bragir is short tempered, he tends to act first, think later when angered. However, under normal circumstances most find him very pleasant.
Character's Race:
Orc
Character's appearance: (Clothes, hair, face, etc.)
Bragir always wear the ebony armor he crafted, he has a shaved head, however he has a full beard that is salt and pepper colored which he keeps braided in on thick braid, quite large tusks even for his people, blood red eyes, and a claw scar that start
s on the top right corner of his face and stretches down to the bottom left corner
Character's allegiance: (Aldmeri Dominion, Empire, Neutral, other).
Bragir is an Empire Officer and tries to make just decisions based on his status. He currently acts as an Empire Marshall or Bounty Hunter in Skyrim, the land he has known for years.
Weapons: What does your character use for battles, protection, etc.
Bragir wears ebony armor that he hand crafted himself as well as the ebony greatsword he possess.
Other Info: Place anything else that you think is important about your character here, perhaps if they have a pet or something.
He is the sworn enemy of Elduin, he knows of the elf's criminal background and has sworn his demise. Elduin killed Bragir's only son, the boy had been turned into a werewolf and Bragir had been able to control and contain him until one day his son clawed his face, so he hired Elduin to assist him, instead the elf killed his son to gain favor with a client. Bragir never forgave Elduin and on his son's dying breath he swore to hunt the elf across Skyrim or where ever he went, he would have his head.
History: (At least 10 sentences.)
Bragir hails from Orsinium in Hammerfell, however he has been in Skyrim for the past twenty years. In that time he has gained much honor among the people for his services in villages these services range from troll slaying to werewolf hunting to vampire killing. He views Skyrim as his true home and many nords as his brothers. However, if he is disrespected in anyway he not hesitate to beat someone senseless or to death. Bragir's goal is to become Thane of a city and eventually open up his own armor shop, however for now how blade is being used by the Empire against the Thalmor.
Role Play Sample: (At least 10 good sentences.)
It had been ten days since Bragir had seen a hold of any kind, the sun was setting and he could hear the wolves calling in the distance. He gathered some wood and built his campfire staying warm from its heat. All was calm until he heard a branch on the ground snap. He put his hand on his black greatsword "Who goes there?" He bellowed as he turned to face the direction he had heard the break. "You useless scum, orcs like you are a waste of my air." He heard a thick Nord voice shout from the woods. Anger swept over Bragir "Why don't you step out from your shadows and say that once more." Bragir yelled knowing his height and size were truly massive, even for his kind. An younger Nord stepped from tree line and charged Bragir blade in hand, Bragir didn't even bother drawing his blade, the Nord was young and inexperienced. He simply waited for the boy to get closer, then punched him with all his might in his nose, the combined force of the hit and the momentum the boy carried pushed the boys nose into his brain. It killed him instantly, Bragir sat down and pulled out his flute and played the boy a Nordic burial song before falling asleep.
Character's name: Bragir-gro-Garrosh
Character's age: 42
Character's attitude:
Bragir is short tempered, he tends to act first, think later when angered. However, under normal circumstances most find him very pleasant.
Character's Race:
Orc
Character's appearance: (Clothes, hair, face, etc.)
Bragir always wear the ebony armor he crafted, he has a shaved head, however he has a full beard that is salt and pepper colored which he keeps braided in on thick braid, quite large tusks even for his people, blood red eyes, and a claw scar that start
s on the top right corner of his face and stretches down to the bottom left corner
Character's allegiance: (Aldmeri Dominion, Empire, Neutral, other).
Bragir is an Empire Officer and tries to make just decisions based on his status. He currently acts as an Empire Marshall or Bounty Hunter in Skyrim, the land he has known for years.
Weapons: What does your character use for battles, protection, etc.
Bragir wears ebony armor that he hand crafted himself as well as the ebony greatsword he possess.
Other Info: Place anything else that you think is important about your character here, perhaps if they have a pet or something.
He is the sworn enemy of Elduin, he knows of the elf's criminal background and has sworn his demise. Elduin killed Bragir's only son, the boy had been turned into a werewolf and Bragir had been able to control and contain him until one day his son clawed his face, so he hired Elduin to assist him, instead the elf killed his son to gain favor with a client. Bragir never forgave Elduin and on his son's dying breath he swore to hunt the elf across Skyrim or where ever he went, he would have his head.
History: (At least 10 sentences.)
Bragir hails from Orsinium in Hammerfell, however he has been in Skyrim for the past twenty years. In that time he has gained much honor among the people for his services in villages these services range from troll slaying to werewolf hunting to vampire killing. He views Skyrim as his true home and many nords as his brothers. However, if he is disrespected in anyway he not hesitate to beat someone senseless or to death. Bragir's goal is to become Thane of a city and eventually open up his own armor shop, however for now how blade is being used by the Empire against the Thalmor.
Role Play Sample: (At least 10 good sentences.)
It had been ten days since Bragir had seen a hold of any kind, the sun was setting and he could hear the wolves calling in the distance. He gathered some wood and built his campfire staying warm from its heat. All was calm until he heard a branch on the ground snap. He put his hand on his black greatsword "Who goes there?" He bellowed as he turned to face the direction he had heard the break. "You useless scum, orcs like you are a waste of my air." He heard a thick Nord voice shout from the woods. Anger swept over Bragir "Why don't you step out from your shadows and say that once more." Bragir yelled knowing his height and size were truly massive, even for his kind. An younger Nord stepped from tree line and charged Bragir blade in hand, Bragir didn't even bother drawing his blade, the Nord was young and inexperienced. He simply waited for the boy to get closer, then punched him with all his might in his nose, the combined force of the hit and the momentum the boy carried pushed the boys nose into his brain. It killed him instantly, Bragir sat down and pulled out his flute and played the boy a Nordic burial song before falling asleep.
