Name: Rivern Balfrun
Age: 105 years of age, although he appears within his twenties, as far as physical appearance goes.
Gender: Male
Race: Bosmer
Appearance: Rivern is tall, as far as Wood Elves are concerned, standing at 5'10, give or take an inch. His skin is the tan you'd generally see in someone who spends most, if not all of their time outside, and in the sunlight. His face, like other Bosmer, is rather defined, with an elfish nose, thin lips, and a sharp jawline and chin. Rivern's eyes are a deep amber color, that seems to shine whenever he communicates with his partner, a large, streamlined, brown and golden-headed eagle that goes by the name of 'Thoron'. His build is defined, lithe, and muscular, perfect for agility, speed, and reflexes, with obvious strength within his legs and arms.
Personality: Rivern comes off as a rather quiet, almost somber young man, keeping to himself, and generally not bothering anyone, or himself, by being an overt extrovert. His silence has an almost wistful and cold feeling to it, causing him to be seen as mysterious and unapproachable by most people with a more shaky sense of bravery. When he does talk, his voice is quiet and calm, and cold to a certain point, although Rivern himself doesn't try to make anyone feel intimidated. He isn't a mean or rude guy;; He can smile and smirk, although he doesn't often, if at all, grin or laugh unless he's alone and finds a good enough reason. He seems down to earth and realistic, with a certain dislike to likes of the Legion and Stormcloaks due to their war - as war is quite useless, in his eyes. With that being said, Rivern himself is kind within his heart, and despite his lone wolf attitude, he can, and will, help weaklings if they require his aid. He just tries to keep himself emotionally torn apart from others, so that their inevitable deaths will not haunt him, like so many others. As long as you do not make yourself an enemy, you will be safe. He doesn't enjoy killing, and likes the peace and silence of sitting within the forest, listening to the breeze flow through the air. Yet, either way it goes...eventually, a finely-tuned arrow will inevitably whistle through the leaves, piercing through your heart. Although he doesn't enjoy killing, he understands that it's a part of life, and will do so with seemingly ruthlessness and no mercy. In battle, his intelligent and wise demeanor comes into play, as he's quick on his feet, with a quick-thinking mind.
History: Rivern was born within the gnarled trees and glorious leaves of Valenwood, underneath a male and female hunter and huntress, respectively. Growing up as a young Bosmer child, Rivern was treated fairly and practically, being expected of a lot of hard word, in exchange for his parent's care, love, and protection. When he was only three, he was already herding and running through the forest, hunting smaller wildlife such as beavers, rabbits, birds, and smaller elk. His father and mother had watched as he built a bow from the bones of his first slain deer, and fletched arrows with the feathers of a young duckling.
As he grew, so did his body, mind, and spirit, with Rivern taking his job as a hunter more seriously. He often cooperated with the other inhabitants of Valenwood, swinging through trees and sneaking through shrubbery as they hunted and trapped wildlife of varying sizes - he could even remember the one time where one of his hunt-mates fell ontop of a bear, and Rivern himself had to leap into the fray and slay the gigantic black-bear. As times passed, so did Rivern's skills, as his parents, and friends, taught him different life skills and lessons. Eventually, his parents passed away - already aged greatly, and Rivern had to hunt for only him and the other covens within Valenwood.
Years flew by, and eventually, Rivern felt a calling - a calling within the frozen landscape of Skyrim. He left, but not without a feast in his honor. The cold air and breeze took time getting used to, but Rivern soldiered on, and became a hunter within the frosted woodlands of Skyrim, finding the new environment, new people, and new animals and creatures to be a challenge he so sorely missed. It was around this time, that he met Thoron, his eagle companion.
Skyrim continued to grow, and Rivern stayed in the forests, only coming out when it was time to trade and buy supplies that he simply couldn't grow or find within the woodlands. The civil war between Stormcloaks and the Imperials was a problem, as they would often storm into the forests, chopping down trees and scaring animals with their drunken glory. However, that was easily remedied by releasing poisonous toxins through the usage of mixed smoke, herbs, and sticks, and there were rare times where he had to kill them - whenever they became a threat to him and the forest. There were plenty times where he had to take out bandit camps that came into the forest, however, and as time went by, Rivern became accustomed to the lack of humanity in killing sentient beings, although he never truly enjoyed taking another's life.
When he received notice of the dragon threat, and the Jarls' need of brave men and women, he joined after much hesitation and thought. He was beginning to get bored with life, once again, and this would give him something to do, while also helping out this frozen country he found himself in.
Skills: Rivern was born within a forest, to a pair of Bosmer hunters, and thusly, he has learned how to use a bow, move quickly and quietly, and concoct potions and poisons, even since a young age. As he grew, his mastery over ranged combat and alchemy grew, as well, along with his agility and stealth ability, as his body matured and grew alongside his mind and skills. He has an affinity for smaller blades, such as daggers, due to using them quite often whenever he had to get up close and personal, and when he had to venture into places where bows were less efficient.
Due to this, he incorporates an acrobatic and lithe way of fighting with daggers, that he also uses to it's fullest when using his bow and arrow, throwing in different potions and poisons to shake things up. First and foremost is stealth, however. That 'leaf that blew through the wind'? It was actually Rivern leaping through the tree-tops, switching positions to get in a better spot for a one-shot one-arrow kill. Due to the unpredictability of Skyrim, he has become quite adept at lockpicking, as well, as he often finds treasure and other such things locked within chests, hidden within caves and shrubbery. As time in the forest went by, he also became quite adept at cooking the animals he hunts, and fashioning their pelts and bones into armor and clothing for him to wear.
Spells: N/A. He has a natural ability at connecting and communicating with animals, and to a highly lesser extent, nature. He knows the basic 'Healing' spell from his time with druids in his childhood, along with some more basic Fireball and Lightning spells. His true talent lies in alchemy.
Equipment: Rivern's bow is rather simple and practical. It is a light-weight, dark oak bow, created from a wintery, strong, and sturdy tree that Rivern had found on his way to the frozen lands of Skyrim. It offers good power, and it's very easy to handle, draw back, and move around with. Vines have been wrapped along the wood for better gripping. It's ability to bend without snapping, and it's compact power, makes the bow very useful for combat, and hunting. He uses arrows with wood shafts, and arrowheads of ebony - as they are usually plentiful in caves and forest areas. His daggers were actually taken from a fallen caravan - razor-sharp and lithe, they are made of a glass-like material, and has a rather beautiful appearance. His armor is made of light-weight, durable blend of leather and greased chainmill. Offers good protection and excellent mobility. His forest-green hood/scarf is made of regular cloth, although enchanted by a druid from Valenwood, to sharpen his eyesight whilst worn. In his small, yet deep and compact leather travelling bag, he has some ebony ore, wooden shafts, leather strips, and other miscellaneous items. This includes poisons and potions of varying levels and lethality.
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