[hider][indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Character Name:[/u][/b][/color] Fendryn Omaren [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] Sixty-Six [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Race:[/u][/b][/color] Dunmer [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Sex:[/u][/b][/color] Male [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Birthsign:[/u][/b][/color] The Steed [indent][/indent] [hr][hr] [color=#842525][b][u]Specialisation:[/u][/b][/color] Combat and Stealth [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Class:[/u][/b][/color] Mercenary [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Skills:[/u][/b][/color] [indent] [list] [*] Expert: One Handed Blade [*] Journeyman: Light Armour, Speechcraft [*] Apprentice: Merchantile, Hand To Hand and Athletics [*] Novice: Sneak and Marksman [*] Crafting: Journeyman At Smithing, Apprentice at Leather/Fabric-Work and Novice at Hunting [/list][/indent] [hr][hr] [color=#842525][b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] Fendryn stands just over six foot with a muscular physique, his shoulders are larger than usual for a Dunmer from his work as a smith. He has little scars all over his body, from his encounters with animals in the Forrest, but none are that noticeable. The shade of his skin is dark blue. Fendryn has thick unkept charcoal black hair that is brushed back and just goes passed his ears, there is a light stubble on his face. His nose is larger than average for a Dunmers, which is bent from the amount of times he’s broken it. He is like every Dunmer and has red eyes. He has ten black gems pierced through his left ear in a row, for no other reason than he likes the look of them, they don't do anything. Fendryn likes to keep himself in the best looking armour, seeing the armour more of an outfit than actual armour, trying to make himself look good. [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] Fendryn is a very outgoing Dunmer and a complete opposite to most of his race from the small amount of time he's spent with them. He usually makes friends quick and loves to drink and sing with the people he is with. He loves to wind up people who he thinks take life too seriously, usually making sarcastic comments towards them. Over the years his sense of humour has gotten darker from spending a lot of time with the wrong people. He has been the left hand man of a mercanary company because of his talent for leading and tactics on the battlefield. It usually takes a lot for Fendryn to get angry, usually being able to hide and control his emotions, but sometimes he does snap and revert to a typical Dunmer and goes crazy. This has gotten him into a lot of trouble after he has occasionally attacked someone if they managed to verbally make a fool out of him because he can give out insults amazingly but can't quite take them. [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Backstory:[/u][/b][/color] Fendryn was raised in the city of Cheydinhal, were his father owned a blacksmithing company. Since an early age he had been learning how to use the forge and how to create all types of weapons and armour. When he turned twenty-five his father thought that he was a friendly enough person to become the salesman when his dad was busy and he became good at bartering with the customers. In his spare time he practised with most of the weapons that he was creating, but stood out in dual wielding swords. A few years later his Father lost a bet, were he gambled a lot of his money and his shop to another business owner. They had lost everything and would soon lose the house having no way to pay the ever increasing taxes that Cheydinhal were demanding. Fendryn's father became depressed and started drinking, a few weeks later he was found dead, after he stumbled into one of the ponds and drowned. That's what the City Guards said anyway, the truth wasn't really known.  Having nothing left, Fendryn sold his house, barely making any money due to the unpaid bills and decided to leave. He gathered a few bits of equipment first, which he bought with the last of his money, and headed off looking for jobs. At this time he was forty. He learned how to hunt animals so he could survive in the wilds, seeing that he already knew how to use a bow, it didn't really take long for him. It didn't take long for Fendryn to sign up for a mercenary company, mainly for the fact he didn't know what else to do. At first they used him to fix their armour and weapons, but slowly he started to fight In battles, showing off his skills with the sword. After years fighting he became one of the top men in the mercenary company, finding it natural how to command people. One night when everyone in the company were drinking and Fendryn had a few too many drinks, one of the younger members started to joke with Fendryn but he didn't take it as a joke. Fendryn beat the boy bloody and was kicked out of the company because the member was the son of the leader. Having nowhere to go, Fendryn went to the nearest city which was Kvatch to bet on fights and maybe have a fight himself. [indent][/indent] [color=#842525][b][u]Inventory:[/u][/b][/color] Leather armour that is exquisitely detailed. A steel long saber and a steel short slender falchion that both have details all over the steel. He usually keeps around 200 septims on him. When he leaves a city and will be camping, he grabs the rest of the equipment that he usually stashed in a tavern where he stays. The equipment is a detailed hunting bow and around twenty steel arrows. He has a massive olive green cloak with a hood. He always keeps a basic tent and a sleeping roll. A waterskin, a lighting flint and a smiths hammer. [indent][/indent] [/indent][/hider] Let me know if you want me to fix anything. :)