I'm still a bit busy, although I'll try to work on it more tonight, but here's a quick WIP:

[hider=Tertullian the Sojourner]Name: Tertullian Fauseius the Sojourner (also known as Tertullian Fauseius Sellsword and mockingly as Tertullian the Unfeathered)
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Appearance: WIP; an additional piece of roughly representative character art will also be included as part of the final product

Biography: WIP as well, but here's a rough timeline of the most significant events in Tertullian's life

15-20: Served in the Imperial Legion
21: Wounded in the closing days of Skyrim's civil war in a battle against Ulfric Stormcloak's forces; honorably discharged from military service
21-24: Returned home and entered a period of soul-searching
24-28: Studied at the College of Winterhold; majored in Restoration and minored in Alteration
28-34: Traveled Tamriel as a sellsword using Restoration and Alteration magic to compensate for his injuries and improve upon his previous fighting style; exploits brought him into contact with many cultists, monsters and daedra, earning him the eye of Hector Sibassius
34-38: Quit life as a mercenary and joined the Vigilants of Stendarr
39: Volunteered for the Valenwood expedition, citing his experience with the Legion and desire to bring the justice of Stendarr to Akhar

Personality: Wearing his world-weariness like a badge of (dis)honor, Tertullian is a man who has very little patience for the trials and tribulations of life, and even less for your petty problems. Born a soft-skinned Imperial, life has hardened him by sheer necessity, and he's learned that the best way to move forward in life is to simply tank the blows and hide your pain, saving it and squirreling it away for later when you have the time to bleed and cry. Never let down your guard down emotionally or physically, or you'll be maimed, killed, or damned to Oblivion by some daedra. 

And the daedra. Oh by the Nine, the daedra. He's seen even good men fall prey to their wickedness and has witnessed horrors that'd make most Imperials shrivel up into a mewling husk. But not Tertullian. He has honed himself like a blade to be used towards fulfilling a single purpose. Smite evil. Slay the beasts, banish the daedra, hunt the witches and the werewolves, the vampires and the undead. Polished with pain and hate, he pursues that goal with bloody singlemindedness in the name of Stendarr, gripping his sword no matter what injuries he might sustain or what hurdles he might have to overcome. Even his own life is no unfair price to pay in pursuit of Stendarr's justice and mercy, for he is a man who has long since stopped clinging to things like the rattling chains of feeble mortality. No matter how much of him is chipped away, that much will remain. Even when hate itself has been extinguished, he will continue to fight.

Victory or death, and preferably both. That is the only way forward for Tertullian the Sojourner, Tertullian the Unfeathered, Tertullian the Crippled and Beaten, the Lame and the Zealous. Fight however you can, and fight well, until you, like a well-worn blade, break under stress and your purpose on Nirn is at last fulfilled. That is the destiny of a man whose only real truth is the sting of the blade.

Skills:
-Restoration: Tertullian spent most of his time at the College studying Restoration magic to heal his crippled body, and thus knows a variety of wards and healing spells, as well as spells to turn back and banish the undead. While he gets the most mileage out of wards and anti-undead spells, Tertullian is a Vigilant above all else, and will not shy away from offering his services as a healer to those in need of Stendarr's mercy. He is an expert in the field, and can heal things bruises, abrasions and shallow wounds in an eyeblink. Tertullian can even mend broken bones without additional assistance from any other healers. A rare skill indeed, but such a feat is still a difficult thing for anyone to do and can take hours of intensive care requiring uninterrupted concentration depending on the severity of the break, making it inapplicable in combat or survival situations. He is, in theory, capable of reattaching freshly-severed digits and even limbs, but can do little for the high risk of infection such a delicate and untested procedure would present in a hostile environment like Valenwood.
-Alteration: Though never the primary focus of his magical studies, Tertullian did pick up Alteration after sufficient teaching in Restoration revealed to him that there are just some wounds even magic can't heal. Since learning this, he's applied his study of Alteration to mostly the practical aspects, such as hardening his flesh against attackers and strengthening his body to compensate for old injuries. He can also detect the presence of life and the living dead, a skill he considered to be tertiary to the goals of his studies but also too valuable to ignore.
-Swordsmanship: Ever since his injuries left him unable to swing a broadsword at full strength like he could in the days of his youth, Tertullian has favored nimbler, lighter blades which require more elegance and finesse than brute strength. His current weapon, which has been with him for six years, is a sword of Akaviri make and model, forged in the style of the Blades. Whether the sword is the genuine article or just a cheap knockoff is unknown to Tertullian, and frankly of little importance. Its weight and style suit him, that's all that matters.
Equipment: WIP
Other: WIP[/hider]

Hopefully this is enough to point out any immediately obvious problems. I was trying to go for some combination of Guts and Isran (I repeat: he [i]really[/i] hates those fucking daedra) with a splash of samurai and ronin tropes thrown in. Hopefully it isn't too cliche or anything. 

Also, I can dial back the healing if you want. I was trying to bring it across that this guy is an expert (from having tried most of the techniques he knows on himself), but the more I look at it, it is starting to seem like a bit much...