[hider=Bardeck the Warrior][indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bardek Gildenhart[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]25[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Race:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Nord[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Sex:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Birthsign:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]The Steed[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Specialisation:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Combat[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Class:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Warrior[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Skills:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] [list] [*]Expert: Blunt (Two Handed) [*]Journeyman: Block [*]Journeyman: Smithing [*]Apprentice: Hunting [*]Apprentice: Heavy Armor [*]Apprentice: Blunt (One Handed) [*]Novice: Heavy Armor [*]Novice: Athletics [*]Novice: Acrobatics [*]Novice: Two Handed (Staves, Polearms) [/list][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]If Bardeck could be described in one word, it would be 'rugged.' His black hair is wavy and barely falls short of reaching his broad shoulders. This coupled with his 5'oclock shadow give him an unkempt visage. The young man's body is muscled yet lean, his skin having bronzed from the constant work outdoors (and thanks to his father's blood). He prefers wearing sturdy leather trousers, loose fitting but snug at the waist, tied by a plain brown sash belt. When in combat or preparing, he wears iron armor over a linen tunic. Outside of combat, he simply wears the tunic, usually opened in the center. If he's alone he'll go shirtless, simply enjoying the breeze and the heat of the day. His height is fairly average for an Imperial, not short by any means but not particularly tall. His callused and scarred hands are rough but firm to the touch (much like the rest of him). His caramel eyes are the softest part of him, full of life and passion, fiery wonder, and sometimes innocent curiosity.[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bradeck can be described as a rough and ready warrior. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his loyalty to those he deems worthy. He's not particularly book smart, and can miss a few finer details of a more subtle plan when he's ready to fight in combat. Despite that, he's intuitive and introspective, with a quick mind and a dry wit. He has a quiet, a down to earth wisdom that often views the world in a pragmatic, useful manner. He's quite a passionate and creative individual when opened up to someone. Due to his childhood being spent with male friends, and the only females he spent much time with were family members or female Orcs that would sooner hit him than hit on him, he's quite confused when it comes to romance. It's a coin toss on whether he gets very defensive and stand offish, or very stuttering and shy. It's just not his element. He respects warriors and those who pull their own weight or who show great skill. He's annoyed at laziness and dishonesty. He doesn't pick fights easily however, and only do it when he truly thinks its called for, and that's after one too many times of blundering. Not after strike one. Though he might be outspoken and blunt at his disapproval.[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Backstory:[/u][/b][/color] [indent]Bardeck was born in Anvil, to an Imperial ex-soldier father and a Nordic mother. They resided there for 7 years. Bardeck enjoyed swimming and exploring the surrounding woods, fascinated by the untold wilderness. At age 8, his mother's father passed away, and they moved to Skyrim in Markarth where his grandmother still resided to help her live and keep her company. His parents began a moderately successful trading business. Bradeck wasn't quite used to the new surroundings, and was bullied by the Nordic children other than a select few whom he'd later name as his best friends. On one occasion, the other children began to rough him up near the back end of Markarth, when the Orcish smith knocked them back and bared his great fangs, causing them to flee. He gave some gruff advice to Bradeck, telling him not to let other kids push him around. He went back to his smithy. Bradeck began to visit the smith every now and then, watching him at his work. Eventually they exchanged names. Rogath was the Orc's name, and he took a liking to Bradeck's inquisitive nature, allowing him to learn a few tricks of the trade while they spent time together through offhand advice. During this time, Bradeck would learn a few pointers of combat from his father after helping unload the carts coming to the city. Bradeck was there when his grandmother passed away, holding his mother and crying with her when he was 14 years old. The death of his grandmother sparked questions on who he was in his mind. He felt a sense of pride to both his stoic northern blood and southern mercantile roots, but felt a kinship to Rogath and his rough nature. One day, Rogath announced he was traveling back to his homeland, and Bradeck begged him to let him go with him. At first the Orsimer refused, but then lamented if Bradeck had the strength to go and fetch a bear pelt out in the wild. The boy felt elated, for he knew how to hunt and had the knowledge of a few bear caves, though he knew it would not be an easy quarry. He set off one morning, and found one of the bear frequented caverns. He entered, but instead found the bear dead already. He exploded further, but was discovered by a hungry vampire that had decided to hide here in order to terrorize the travelers of Markarth with relative ease. Bradeck, armed with a battlaxe, fought for his life. He had wounded the Vampire's hip when the beast had underestimated him, but was quickly overwhelmed and thrown down the cavern. The Vampire leaped at him, intending to kill him. He used the spike on the end of his Battleaxe to impale the flying creature, bowling him over and then decapitating the bloodsucker. Rogath was then presented with both a Bear pelt and Vampire Ash. He had become Blood-Kin. They traveled to Orsinium and lived in one of the outer lying clans. He grew in both body and spirit, learning advanced combat and Smithing techniques. His fit frame turned muscular, and his mind grew sharper with his exposure to various cultures. The Nordic city of Markarth had helped him deal somewhat with the rough living of Orisinium, truth be told. He was given a warhound Puppy named Gideon on his 21st birthday. Age 21, he left and decided to become a mercenary and journeyman smith, heading through Hammerfell and working there in various jobs for a year before making it to Cyrodiil, living there ever since. He was recently hired to Kvatch as a caravan guard. A relatively simple job he had thought...[/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Spells:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Inventory:[/u][/b][/color] [indent][list] [*]Cutie Patoot [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ae/37/8f/ae378f7974743e9d9bf7ca31b6fc396e.jpg]WarDog[/url] [*]Steel Hand Axe [*]Iron Armor [*]Iron Shield [*]2 x Healing Potion [*]3 x Bear Pelts [*]3 x Wolf Pelts [*]2 pounds of Venison [*]1 Water Jug [*]Clothing [/list][/indent] [/indent] [/hider]