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Risvar Frelsari


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First Name- Risvar
Surname- Frelsari
Titles- Spell Breaker, Brick, and Silver Claw
Race- Nord
Gender- Male
Occupation- Veteran and Mercenary
Age-28-34
Sign- The Atronach

Faction - Ebonheart Pact
Height- 6"4-6"7
Appearance - He is a tall nord built of mostly lean muscle and though he appears very intimidating is still not a mound of muscle. He has jet black hair that goes down to his shoulders and one strand on the left side is in a large braid. He has facial hair that covers most of his face as well as a beard that is not terribly long, but is tied off in a knot in the center that hangs down. He has a large scar that runs from his nose across his cheek and onto the left side of his neck. He has a tattoo that looks like some kind of tribal red arrow on the right side of his neck. His eyes are a piercing almost hypnotic blue. Many a women have told him they look like the ocean. When his body is shown it is easy to see that he has many scars though they seem to be from some kind of torture he also has scars on his wrist and ankles that look to be from shackles which further solidify this idea.

Werewolf- A towering monstrosity hides within Risvar. Growing almost a foot in height and width alone. Grey-Silver fur covers his body and white fangs show gruesome and long. His piercing blue eyes remain though now only the signs of a hunter looking for blood seem evident.

Personality - He is a no nonsense gruff man who values honor, valor, and loyalty above all else in life. He believes a brother in arms is closer than any brother of blood alone. He is kind and gentle when it comes to children and seems to have a real fondness for telling stories and playing games. He is stern and unforgiving about people who are doing wrong, but will hear out those who seem all remorseful and will try to understand motives and give them fair punishment. He hates slavery and all kinds of oppression or any kind of attitude that implies arrogance. He believes in no government system fully as he doesn't like most of the leaders. He believes most of them are weak necked nobles with no real skills for survival and no real sense of truth. Some nobles and lords from each culture have changed his opinion mainly ones that have served in military careers and fought on the battlefield and tested their steel and live still as lords. He believes those are the kind of lord the world needs because in the world people should earn their place not be given it. He is aggressive and loves a good fight or a good stiff drink. He is loud and strong in his opinions and shows no intention of hiding them. He is blunt and straight forward and does not hide his intentions unless it is absolutely requested or begged of him. He is a true nord to the core though even he has a few tricks up his sleeves.

A list of some words to describe him would be Funny, Joyful, Aggressive, Thoughtful, Short Tempered, Stern, Wise, Kind, Strong, Loud, Trusting/Trustworthy, Loyal, Honest, and brave. Though many of these positive words have worked against him as his father told him "There is little difference between the foolish man and the brave man." When Risvar asked why his father replied very simply. "The brave man lived."

Best Memory - The Oath in the Garden ((Story will come later)) ,Joining the Companions, Birth/Adoption of his Children, and Meeting/Marrying his Wife.
Worst Memory - His imprisonment and enslavement for five years/Killing Ari and meeting her family to tell them.

Challenges- He has many challenges including not letting his loyalty and friendly nature expose him to those who would use him which has and will happen again. He has many underlying issues because of his imprisonment and torture such as night terrors and a fierce hatred of all altmer that is so unrelenting that he will try to kill almost any high elf on site if not try to leave the area before he snaps. He has to control his anger because if he lets it get the better of him there is a chance he will become the beast he has hidden so long. He can not regain magic on his own and has to absorb it from other sources such as other peoples spells. Due to be very honest and blunt he can seem overly opinionated or socially awkward. He tends to offend people especially of higher classes and usually thinks little of them. He will ask questions and will give honest answers even when sometimes it is inappropriate or may get him arrested for doing so. He has an extreme soft spot for Bosmer because of his youth and sometimes will give them more chances then they deserve out of guilt he still holds from those days.

Strengths/Skills- He can survive almost any conditions since his whole life he was taught how to manage and survive no matter what. He is very strong and rather quick. He has mastered the use of a two handed sword sparring with the best of the best. He is not bad with a one handed sword being better than quite a few competent soldiers thought not as good as the experts. He is very good with a bow as he has lived his entire life hunting to survive. He also has magical skills he learned during his imprisonment such as Alteration, Destruction, and Restoration. He is an expert in these school of magic with restoration being his strongest. He is also decent at mysticism although it is almost entirely for ritualistic purposes.

Weaknesses- He has no stealth abilities because of his size. Though he is attractive and nice his size intimidates many so it makes some people uneasy around him. He has no concept of how illusion magic works. Silver will affect him greatly if it cuts him. He is socially awkward because he is blunt and was raised as a survivalist.

Religious Views - He is very spiritual though he is not necessarily a devout follower of any religion and rather worships as he sees fit to all and tries to honor what they would wish when he does.

Political Views- Tribalism, Anarchism, Oligarchies, or anything that can provide a sense of equality and freedom. He prefers those with military or life experience to rule because he believes only those who have known hardship can rule with it in mind and cause to help those with it not suffer. He is not a big fan of so called Democracies which so far he has seen as corrupt and inefficient. He believes they are under the guise of freedom while in many ways they just use the masses to strip away the freedoms from themselves. He sees that system has the most squabbling and weak necked people in it some who have never even lifted a sword or known a day without excess of food so in his experience this system is his least favorite. He also does not trust most people to make wise choices knowing that hordes of people will make bad calls if told certain things. Simply its to easy to corrupt and manipulate.

Equipment- He carries his grandfathers great sword and his father's bow. They seem to worn, but still function just as if they were knew. The sword looks and feels like Ice and you can hear a cracking sound when it is put in heat. The bow is made of fine wood from Solstheim it is a long bow and is hand carved. Both have a family symbol in nordic runes on them. He has many sets of armor and changes them depending on the location and place and he always carries a few sets of clothing whether traveling or for relaxing. Much of his equipment and clothing is dunmer as it was gifted to him by Kaaos.

Backstory

Life never was easy on me and I was never easy on it. I came into the world kicking and screaming and I intend to leave the same way. I write this because Kaaos says we all have to leave something behind so that the future will know our names. I think about it and I don't mind the idea though to me my sword, my bow, and my hands should make the testament that speaks my name to the future. Of course the old dunmer always says "Hands are for writing just as well are they not?" He would chuckle when he finished knowing I was cornered.

Solstheim is where I hail from it is a rough frigid place, and I love every inch of it. I love the air there its so cool and crisp and when north I feel home. The beaten snow and northern lights bring me comfort beyond words and that is where I was born. Right by a fire on a cold night with my brothers and sister my story began with a loud scream and a rush of joy.

When I was just a pup I didn't really look like much in the eyes of my father or my mother. Fjor my father had two boys before me and a daughter only the daughter and I were from Gilsa my mother the others came from wild woman he use to run around with when he was young.

I was a runt both my parents thought even my sister was bigger than me when she was born so they didn't expect much of me at first. As the first year of my life passed my mother told my father that she noticed something about my eyes. She told him they were alive and alert more than any other child she had seen like a fire was already burning in them. I can't remember anything from that time though I know that out of all the children I walked younger than they had been able I spoke younger then they had been able and I progressed faster then them. My father and mother were proud and amazed that the little runt they had was becoming what looked to them just as strong as any of their blood and the quickest to grow and learn.

As I grew and learned my father decided that he would teach me survival techniques and hunting. I was only 6, but still I was eager to spend the time with my father and learn. He usually was with my brothers so when he took me on these what would be life lessons I always was enamored. Fjor my father was a strong man large and broad his head was bald, his beard was a dark brown and long, and his eyes a deep blue. He had scars over a good portion of his body some looked like they were from working and some looked like they were from battle though I never got to know all of them I did learn about many as he told me "Each scar is a story of the man wearing it and those stories make that man who he is." I never lost those words and when people as me about my scars I proudly tell them.

He taught me much, but still most of my childhood he was gone with my brothers Eaglar and Tsun either fighting for gold or hunting for food. Most of my time ended up with my sister Risla and my mother at home tending to the laborers they bid me to do. It was a secluded life and the only company I ever had other than my sister and mother was the Skaals from there nearby village. I took heed of many of their lessons and meditated with them on many occasions something about their old ways always made me feel at home. I realized as I grew that Solstheim was a harsh land and villages appeared and disappeared because sometimes when night came it simply took them with it.

My home was revealed to me not only as a place of mystery and wonder, but as a place for the dark things of the world to retreat. So far north and so secluded and untamed it lay in the sea of ghost protecting those who can find no refuge in other places. It was the most fascinating to me though that Hircine the daedra lord at least some believed had a prophecy and ritual in my land. Little was known about it other than it was a hunting ground and every era supposedly he called even more of his hunters to the island to take part in their greatest hunt. I only knew of it from children's books and most of the time I thought it just a way for my mother and father to keep me inside and safe. It seemed a nicer story then telling me reavers and bandits might snatch me up, but soon too soon I found I was wrong about it all.

The time came for my trial and with it my mind descended into worry and panic. I had learned many things from my father, but this was a 3 months in the wilderness of solstheim surviving with nothing, but my own skills. It was not a trial that all followed and truly only the more traditional families like mine still held so true to it. The last day with my family before the trial was a celebration we were warm and loving to one another and acted as if it was the greatest day of our lives though we knew the next day would be the beginning of a hard road.

I set off early in the morning with no more than three days food and water and only the weapons I could carry. I took my father's bow and a greatsword that had belonged to my grandfather. I felt such honor carrying this tools for my survival, but it did not lessen the fear as I starred into the depths of the wilderness unsure of how I survived. Even at 14 those stories from my youth began to seem real as I looked at the darkness I kept thinking they can't be they can't be.

That first night was the hardest though not the worst by any means. It was the hardest because I was away from all I knew and all I had for so long depended on and for the first time I knew what it felt like to be vulnerable. It dragged on day after day week after week, but I hunted, I fished, and most of all I survived. It was the last day of that trial that would become one of the most haunting days of my life and I can still remember every detail.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------((This next part is a rough read and sorry if this bio is too long, but this character is just one that came to me and the story is deep.))

A crisp air is about its early in the morning I can hear the birds chirping, but something feels wrong as I see a trail of blood. I try to follow it as it loops and winds through tree after tree getting further from the direction I need to be going. The stench hits me suddenly its so foul something is rotting and has been for some time. I hear a gnawing sound and the snapping of bones. Crunch Crunch Snap over and over as I hear something gulping the blood and flesh down. It sounds like its starving, but I am terrified to peak around the edge of the enclave of trees. My breath is picking up I keep trying to tell myself to calm down so I won't be heard.

It seems like an eternity as I sit and listen to every disgusting sound it makes as it continues it's meal. Curiosity over powers my senses and I have to look. I see what looks to be a bosmer woman much to my surprise it's just her no monster no creature of the night, but how could that be my mind was racing my heart was pumping. I stood so much taller over her even as a boy yet I was terrified and unable to move my gaze and my body in any way.

I pushed and pushed trying to find the will to approach and it came to me slowly. Each step felt heavy like my legs weighed that of a giant's. Each time my heart pumped harder feeling like it was inches from giving out on me. I had to keep going I had to find out what this was why this was. Were all the rumors and myths true was my home really so? As the thoughts continued I had forgotten the most important thing my footing. It happened in an instant though that instant seemed to last so much longer with every detail so vivid in my mind.

My foot hits the ground heavy and awkward suddenly a tree branch snaps and I can't help, but let out a curse "Damnit." She turns rotten flesh still stuck in her dingy teeth so green covered in slime and bile. I can see tendons and shrapnel from bones in them my stomach begins to churn as my heart begins to race. Her hair is matted and knotted filled with what looks almost like bird's nest, mud, and all sorts of crawling things. Her finger nails are long, crooked, sharp and yellow as can be. She is covered in nothing, but mere rags and truthfully they cover almost nothing and everything I see is in just as poor shape as the rest of the picture. Dark stains of blood all over the rags and her body streaming down from her mouth to her stomach. I can smell her the stench is unbearable yet I still can't move.

Without missing a beat like an animal she darts towards me her almond shaped eyes gold as a septim she looked at me like meat, like food. As she ran towards me with her arms and legs pushing forward with unbelievable force for such a starved looking creature. As she hit me I felt my collar bone crack under the force. I tried to catch myself, but my arms gave out and I fell hard upon the snow. I could feel my self sink there was such force in the hit I was through the snow and touching the ground. My hands shot up trying to hold her at bay. She snarled and growled at me blood and chunks of flesh and bone falling upon my face and chest as she did. I could taste the blood it was running down my face to and I could taste the rot now. I tried spitting and every instinct I had was to vomit. I had to fight though I couldn't get distracted I had to fight. She was so strong, but I didn't understand why or how she was.

As the struggle continued I saw something as I looked at her through the blood through the terror in my eyes and in my mind I saw for one moment a familiarity a sign of remorse in her eyes. It was like for one moment she recognized who or maybe what I was and at that moment her strength wavered. I made one final push though my collar bone did not support it well and though I threw her to the ground I felt her nails claw me again and again digger deeper each time before suddenly from beneath me her teeth sunk into my side. I felt the blood leaking out I felt a burn from her bite it was strange almost poisonous.

She seemed to weaken after the bite and with tears in my eye I screamed in agony and sorrow as I grabbed her by the neck. With a swift motion I wrapped her tight in the arm I still had strength with. She kicked and tears rolled down her face only barely able to be felt among the warm blood and disgusting meld of things she spat up. She was fighting so hard to survive and for a moment I thought I could hear her speaking begging for her life though maybe it was just my fragile mind playing tricks. I couldn't take it and with a jerk I snapped her neck. The popping echoed through my ears as I stood up. I stumbled and fell back onto a tree crying unable to control anything my left collar bone shattered my left arm useless, but the worst was looking down upon her. She was small, fragile, and so lost even in her eyes it looked like in those final moments something came back to her maybe some memory of when she was sane, and I didn't know what it was, but the guilt only made stronger by it.

After some time I pulled myself together the pain of my body was nothing to the guild and pain I felt in my heart for what I had done.I knew I would have died if I had let her win...but I couldn't justify it I could not reason or think of why it had to be this way. I was crawling forward as I thought these things trying to get closer to her body. I needed to know who she was if she was anyone what I took away from her I had to know. I searched her bloodied body the stench was horrible I gagged finding myself almost about to vomit before I turned my head. After a few moments I found something a pendant it was gold and it had a latch on it. How could I have missed that? She was wearing it the whole time.
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Will add back story soon.
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Looks really good, and detailed, so far, and I can't wait to see the backstory! Maybe if he is a werewolf you could add a werewolf appearance, but that solely up to you.


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I actually was thinking about that and if I do it will be kind of terrifying considering his sheer size as a human already lol also his eyes would make it really scary. Yea I will definitely do that as of now I am gonna work on his back story a bit I mean I have it all planned out I just gotta put it into words and post it lol.


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Can't wait to read it, I'm sure it will be as good as the rest of the bio is!


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It's looking really good so far, well done, but what about the scars, what about his imprisonment?! I need to know more!


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lol I will get there I will get there lol thanks though I am really trying to take my time on this one cause I kind of want him to be the anchor of the group since he will be the charismatic and out going or friendly to strangers at least in the sense of making an impression.


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Yeah, I can understand that! He seems really nice so far and you have RPd him well if you wanted him to be kind but wary about his werewolf side... Or basically sensible about his werewolf side.


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Sensible is better he had a lot of guidance in his youth from people who loved him even if he was their runt they still cared and loved him in fact even he knows that if he had been weak they just would have expected the other kids to do better to take care of him so unlike my other three characters both Kaaos and Requies had pretty rough if not all together bad childhoods in a lot of ways. So he is very wary and just world wise even though he isn't the brightest when it comes to tech or understanding high thinking stuff like other planes or meta physics he is here and he is aware of what to do to get by. I gotta work mainly on establishing how he became a werewolf cause that I am still clueless on.
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(July 23rd 2013, 11:23 AM)MaxxRocker Wrote: Sensible is better he had a lot of guidance in his youth from people who loved him even if he was their runt they still cared and loved him in fact even he knows that if he had been weak they just would have expected the other kids to do better to take care of him so unlike my other three characters both Kaaos and Requies had pretty rough if not all together bad childhoods in a lot of ways. So he is very wary and just world wise even though he isn't the brightest when it comes to tech or understanding high thinking stuff like other planes or meta physics he is here and he is aware of what to do to get by. I gotta work mainly on establishing how he became a werewolf cause that I am still clueless on.
Well, were his parents or sister/brothers werewolves?


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The mother of his half brother's was a werewolf though his brother's are not and his father is not. Well maybe one of his brothers is not sure yet lol.


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Well he could have got his lycanthropy from that?

Or they could have bitten him?
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hmmmm I will have to think on it I thought maybe from the mother of his siblings or something I don't know errr. I don't want to do one of his brothers though just cause I kinda wanted him not to know until he became one that his brother had already got the curse/gift.


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Very updated WARNING IT IS STILL NOT COMPLETE AND THE PART I ADDED IS VERY DESCRIPTIVE AND KIND OF ROUGH!


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Really, really good Maxx, and the only thing I can say for you to improve it is to add more, which I know you're going to do! Can't wait for the next bit, I really can't.


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