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Name: Valruund

Gender: Male

Age: 32 in appearance and a fairly young vampire

Race: Vampire Nord

Height: 6’ 1”

Appearance (weird drawing is weird. sorry):
[img]http://i.imgur.com/8sz7ypY.jpg[/img]

Alliance: Doesn’t care about who’s in power as long as he gets a meal

Main Skills:
Archery - Adept
Light armor - Adept
Sneak - Expert
Pickpocket - Apprentice
Speech - Adept
One-handed - Expert

Armour/Accessories: Armor pictured above with about the same stats as the Thieve’s Guild armor

Weapons: glass sword, glass dagger, Elven bow, steel arrows

Personality: Valruund is a soft-spoken vampire who has a knack for smooth talking his way out of tight squeezes. He likes to appear very personable in order to get what he wants because intimidation only works when the fangs come out (and he would like to keep that under wraps while passing through the towns). Preferring to stay out of a direct confrontation, Valruund would rather take an enemy by surprise and provide a swift death, savoring the blood afterwards. Despite his cautions, Valruund has a quick temper when he doesn’t get what he wants and this has been the cause of frequent...accidents.

Biography: Valruund used to be a common thief, living off the coin he could collect with the help of his brother, Aernar. They would steal from anyone, ranging from sleeping bandits to barmaids to wealthy travellers. Their hopes were to secure a comfortable living for themselves eventually, but the money always seemed to disappear into bottles of ale at the tavern every night. Aernar’s patience with Valruund’s drinking problem was beginning to wane, but Valruund always managed to convince Aernar that he was on the brink of temperance. So the brothers continued to pack up and move every so often in order to find fresh victims to steal from.
During Valruund’s 32nd year of life, he and Aernar were abducted from the camp they had set up on the side of a main travelling road. Bound and blindfolded, the brothers were overpowered and taken to a cave where a small coven of vampires resided. Aernar was killed in the first night, but Valruund was not so lucky. For a fortnight, Valruund was tortured, bled, and fed from while he grew weaker and weaker. When he thought he would finally be allowed to die on the fifteenth night, they threw him out into the river and hoped he would just wither away, but that’s not quite what happened.
The vampires had not been careful; somehow, one of them had gotten a cut. A small one, but enough for the blood to drip into the dying mouth of Valruund a few nights before he was cast out. One day of lying in a near comatose state by the river and Valruund was a vampire by nightfall. The change overwhelmed him at first and, though he was famished, he felt strength coursing through him. His first instinct was to gain revenge against the vampires who had made him suffer and who had killed his brother, but Valruund was not that stupid. Feeding was more important than revenge.

Moral Weakness/Character Flaws:
-Greedy
-Temperamental
-Distrustful
-Disloyal
-Addicted to blood with a high alcohol content
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