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Firstname -Seamus
Surname -gro-Throbb
Title -The Red, The Butcher
Sex -Male
Age -27
Occupation -Miner, Soldier, and Explorer
Faction -Daggerfall Covenant
Appearance -Medium size with a strong build. Longer dark brown hair and beard. Dark green and gray skin with a gray complexion. Liquid gold eyes. Assorted piercings in face. Minor scars are visible. Wears dirty but effective plate armor in battle. Any other time wears dark and/or forest colored leathers.
Personality -Has a dedicated and sometimes intense attitude when carrying out actions, but also a witty and carefree humor. Known to be dramatic and sometimes too trusting right away, though is also quick to anger and hold grudges.
Social Background/Backstory -Nothing of great note. Born to a forge wife and orc chieftain, he learned to work a hammer and sword while very young. While there, was told by an orc who mastered the axe that any given one of them could take out at least three other infantry in a battle before being killed; thus his passion for the great axe was born.
He left the stronghold around 16, becoming a rapscallion doing petty crimes. Became addicted to skooma, doing acts of violence and thievery. He eventually graduated to armed burglary and assualts. When getting in a brawl, his face would sometimes bleed out but he would never get knocked out, that earned him the nickname "The Red." He realized his life would never get better from doing this, so he quit it all cold turkey; he still does skooma and sometimes get kinda violent. He traveled and eventually got into mercenary work. Having fought a few minor skirmishes and taking out many monsters, is adept at warfare. Soon after this he enlisted with the DC followed by TKO. His social life had left something to be desired for though; never feeling fully comfortable around others, betrayed/ostracized from friends and doing likewise.
Best Memory -Was scouting and encountered two Flame Atronach some distance from a house. Without thinking he selflessly charged them. After a painful battle, he was standing over their ashes when a breton woman came out of the house. She said she was a mother of three and was terrified for her children. She thanked him and offered him food and a place to rest. He kindly thanked her but refused. Walking away he wasn't sure what he felt. Pride? Chivalry? Some kind of fulfilment.
Worst Memory(s) -He was accused of rape by a breton lady. He was sure it was consensual, but she thought otherwise afterwards...
Skills -Trained at smithing and assorted arms, has mastered axe combat. Knows how to refine moon sugar into skooma. Adept at logic, stratagem, and minor puzzles and riddles
Challenges for the Character -Always questioning self worth and actions. He feels these inside but never talks about them, instead showing a mean exterior. Actions have crossed good and evil over and over.
Birthsign -Frostfall, the sign of The Steed
Religious Views -Refuses to bend knee to many of the higher beings in complete and blind worship. Though he DOES hold in high esteem Kynareth for the peace in his life and Malacath for the strife.
Politics Views -Believes in democracy, but if the voices of the strongest have more influence, then that is just fine. Almost a paradox, but the ideology suits him just fine.
This post was last modified: March 7th 2013, 03:20 AM by Seamus
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