[img]http://i38.servimg.com/u/f38/16/55/41/46/2015-019.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Thorin Hammerheld [b]Age:[/b] 30 [b]Race:[/b] Nord [b]Class:[/b] Warrior [b]Appearance:[/b] 6'4" high and weighing around 220 lbs. Thorin has long, but muscular limbs and broad shoulders, making his frame a powerful one. He has long black hair and light blue eyes. He has a small beard as well. [b]Personality:[/b] Thorin is firm and forceful in his approach to problems and commonly words things with certainty and confidence. Being a Nord, he is innately courageous and defiant of those who dare oppress him and will fight until his last breath to save his highly-valued freedom. He has high self-esteem and tends to care about what he looks like in public on occasions that don't involve combat. Thorin is extroverted and despises spending time alone, and will always seek to converse with someone nearby to gather any information for a cause of his. He generally believes he is right and has an immense stubbornness about admitting his flaws, mostly due to pride and his reckless nature. Despite these negative qualities, Thorin is a devoted, loving friend who would gladly take an arrow to the heart for those he holds dear. He is also very generous, has a forgiving nature and is strongly optimistic, refusing to fall into despair, regardless of the situation at hand. Thorin is not a racist for the most part, but he is not overly fond of High Elves: this suspicion is caused by his awareness of the fact that the Thalmor are constantly pulling the strings in all corners of the Empire. [b]Bio:[/b] Thorin was born on 7th of Last Seed, 4E 171, in Riverwood. His father was a childhood friend of the local blacksmith, Alvor, and in Riverwood they would continue their good terms. Thorin grew fond of Alvor, since he showed him many interesting weapons which sparked his desire to become a warrior. When he grew older, his father and Alvor taught him how to wield a sword, as well as other weapons of his choosing, because the young Nord grew tall, and he grew quickly for that matter. He soon mastered both one-handed and two-handed weapons, as well as the bow. His preference would soon go to two-handed weapons, and a Steel Greatsword, which was Alvor's gift to him. With news of a dragon burning Helgen and the further reappearance of dragons in Skyrim, Thorin saw a chance to go to Whiterun to look for the Dragonborn and aid him, yet sadly, as soon as he arrived in Whiterun, he received news of his death. Refusing to give up hope, Thorin bought a house in Whiterun, and started looking for other people that would dare stand up to the dragons, for he would not cower behind a window and watch them burn Skyrim and slaughter its people. [b]Equipment:[/b] - Arms & Armor: Thorin is clad in Steel Plate Armor during his missions, optionally with a steel helmet for protection on certain occasions. The armor set itself was a gift to him from a Whiterun guard who is a friend of his. Thorin's preferred weapon for hand-to-hand combat is a Steel Greatsword, gifted to him when he was only 18 years old. His secondary weapon is also a two-handed weapon: a Steel Battleaxe. As far as ranged weapons are concerned, Thorin is armed with an Imperial bow, with which he shoots steel arrows. - Potions: Thorin is fairly acquainted with alchemy and knows how to create the potion of healing, the potion of health and the potion of enhanced stamina. He likes to dip his arrows with Frostbite Spider venom, but mostly prefers the rare frenzy poison when performing stealth attacks on great numbers of foes. [b]Other:[/b] Thorin's house is located in Whiterun, adjacent to the Warmaiden's weapon store. He frequently visits the Bannered Mare, and occasionally, the Drunken Huntsman. He is fond of beer and occasionally smokes. If there are any gems or trinkets that he craves to sell, he will drop them off at Belethor's General Goods store. [img]http://i38.servimg.com/u/f38/16/55/41/46/2015-020.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Lugdush gro-Shugur "The Blacksmith" [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Race:[/b] Orsimer [b]Class:[/b] Warrior [b]Appearance:[/b] 6'6" high and weighs around 235 lbs. He has a herculean physique with very prominent biceps. His skin is a light green. He wears long, light brown dreadlocks tied into a ponytail. He has a small, snub nose, short lower fangs for an Orc, and slant brown eyes. His most distinctive trait are a couple of deep scars over the left side of his face, and the red war paint on it. [b]Personality:[/b] Lugdush is mostly soft-spoken and collected, and hardly ever raises his voice. He is a patient, hard-working and extremely trustworthy Orc: once a promise is made, he will most likely keep it. Lugdush has a good memory, but rarely holds grudges. He is not aggressive and never gets angry without a good reason. He is prudent and always makes sure he thinks things through before making a move, as he is somewhat afraid of doing things wrong. Though he is introverted and enjoys spending time on his own, Lugdush is social and loyal to those he deems as friends. He has some difficulty expressing emotions as he prefers to keep them bottled inside, rather than have loud outbursts of feelings. Instead of laughing out loud at the slightest provocation, a smile or a quiet chuckle proves enough for him. He blames himself if mistakes are made, even if it isn't his own fault. He is compassionate and merciful and will gladly help the weak in need. [b]Bio:[/b] Lugdush was born on the 18th of Sun's Height, 4E 173 in Orsinium. His father was a known blacksmith and he wanted to pass the knowledge of smithy onto his son. In progress, as he learned to forge, the young Orc started to use the weapons he created, becoming a self-taught fighter. Impressed by his original skills, his father commended him and encouraged him to continue both his work as a blacksmith and his training as a warrior. In search of a proper job, Lugdush traveled to Skyrim at the age of 20, and arrived to the village of Ivarstead. There, he became revered and quite wealthy for his craftsmanship, both common and Orcish, but he still generously sent part of his provisions to his parents in Orsinium. In Ivarstead, he met an Argonian named Scatha Lick-venom, who became his friend and frequent customer. Recently, he, like many, gained word of the dragon attack on Helgen, and the death of one known as a Dragonborn. Thinking that it's righteous to try and do something against the dragons, he listened to Scatha's advice and decided to join Dovahfeyn. [b]Equipment:[/b] - Arms & Armor: Lugdush wears a full Orcish armor that he himself created. His main weapon for hand-to-hand combat is a self-made Orcish Greatsword of Chills, which was enchanted by Scatha. His secondary weapon is an Orcish Warhammer that was gifted to him by his father. He also has an Orcish bow, as well as arrows of the same origin. - Potions: Lugdush receives many of the potions he uses from Scatha Lick-venom. In battle, he likes to use paralysis poison, as well as common poison. [b]Other:[/b] Lugdush frequently visits Vilemyr Inn when spending his free time. He doesn't drink often, but when he does, it's mostly mead. [img]http://i38.servimg.com/u/f38/16/55/41/46/2015-021.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Scatha Cayasar "Lick-venom" [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Race:[/b] Argonian [b]Class:[/b] Thief [b]Appearance:[/b] 5'10" high and weighs around 165 lbs. His skin is nearly black, while his physique is lanky, which doesn't necessarily make him weak. His skull is more elongated and his chin more prominent than in other Argonians, while his head is decorated with spikes on the brows and two backward-curving horns at the back of his head. He has a brown feathery mane, while his eyes are light blue with slit pupils. [b]Personality:[/b] Scatha is a quick-witted, boisterous and impatient Argonian. He finds spending time with people invigorating in any way, regardless if he knows them or not: time alone, though sometimes desirable, can bore him quickly. He is more of a talker than a listener and moves away from people he considers to be dull. He's quick to forgive and forget, and believes others should act in such a way, because he prefers to live in the moment, rather than dwell in the past. Scatha has an open sense of humor and can be very easy-going, encouraging people who take things too seriously to lighten up a little. He views things in a positive, optimistic manner. He is a show-off and has high self-esteem, making himself prone to bragging, but only to show how good he is, rather than deeming himself as better than others. The embarrassment of making a fool out of himself is outweighed in Scatha's desire to put on a show: he is excellent at creating a good distraction since he has a way with words. [b]Bio:[/b] Scatha was born on the 3rd of Midyear, 4E 176 in Riften. His father was part of the Thieves Guild, though he never insisted that his son follows in his footsteps. Still, the young Argonian managed to learn a few things by observing his father. When Scatha was 13, his father was arrested by the Riften authorities, and Brynjolf adopted him to succeed his father. At the age of 18, fearing that he might end up the way his father did, Scatha traveled west, to Ivarstead. There, he worked on several successful thief missions, though he is known merely as an alchemist in Ivarstead. His reputation rose over the years and his potions received high acclaim in the city that lies beneath High Hrothgar. With news of the Dragonborn's death, Scatha decided to urge his friend, Lugdush the blacksmith, to join him on the quest to join Dovahfeyn, in order to save the world from the clutches of the dragons. [b]Equipment:[/b] - Arms and Armor: Scatha wears a set of Thieves Guild Armor, complete with gloves enchanted with fear, boots and a hood. His main weapons are a pair of Blades Swords, which he discovered in a cave on the road to Ivarstead. His ranged weapon is a Hunting Bow, and he shoots iron arrows. - Potions: Being an alchemist, Scatha can mix up all sorts of potions. Whatever poison there is, the crafty Argonian will come up with a cure. [b]Other:[/b] Scatha spends every night after work at the Vilemyr Inn to find rumors and possible leads for thief missions.