[hider=Character Sheet] [center][img]https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/415/32355262145_fa72f91a37_o.jpg[/img] [h3][u] Vincalmo 'Vin' Gaelock [/u][/h3][/center] [center][sup][sup][h3]Male Altmer | Sixty-Five | The Lover[/h3][/sup][/sup][/center] [sub][h2][b]P[/b]rofile[/h2][/sub] [sup][sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup][/sup] [indent] [b]§ [u] Birthplace [/u][/b] [indent]Skywatch, Summerset Isles[/indent] [b]§ [u] Appearance [/u][/b] [indent]Catching Vin's eyes and taking in the frame of his face is to know exactly what 'poor decisions' looks like. His wry smile would try to outshine the nasty scars on his face, but even with his mouth entirely closed one could see a canine glittering in the lamplight. He has that strong altmer nose, prominet, and sloped at an even angle from between his brows down to the tip of it. Glittering dark gold eyes are set against dark gold skin, darker than most altmer. It's apparent that he doesn't shy into shade when the sun is out. He has a strong jaw to offset his nose and a perpetual smattering of dark red facial hair from missing a few days against the blade. His hair is kept short on the side with wavy locks ontop that dip down into his forehead. One of his ears is missing its tip, almost as if an inch or two had been removed from it. The other has a small crescent bitten out of it. If one is not kicking at his drunken, passed-out form in the tavern floor, they might note the way he holds himself. There is something that is on edge with Vin, almost as if he's ready for someone to leap from the darkness with a blade in hand. It seems more practiced that intentional, seeing as he's never acting the part of the cautious adventurer. If he isn't drinking or shooting, then he's probably being a sarcastic loudmouth that has made him numerous enemies and almost no friends--except for a curious argonian that thought everything out Vin's mouth was peppered with hilarity. His dress consists of a worn sleeveless leather tunic, a chinked metal chest pice, a nice coat that he's carefully slit up the backside of the arms for freedom of movement. If he slides his arms out of the sleeves, one can see leather fingerless gloves, with a few pieces of metal over his forearm and around his wrist--to hold it straight. He wears loose pants with a few peices of fabric around his waist, and cinched with a belt whose pack hangs low and is buckled around his thigh. His boots come to right below the knee and are quite worn. Vin is rather fond of his hat, which has a wide brim that hangs, obscuring his ears and some of his face. The only other thing on his form that is more treasured than that hat is his elven bow and quiver filled with arrows. He has broken many a thief's wrist in protection of it. Vin is probably stouter than people are used to seeing the altmer, with a broad shoulder and a chubby middle. To his own kind, it's apparent their breeding standards didn't quite find its fit with the mer. Though it also may be training, expertise, or years away from the Summerset Isles. And rightfully oe might assume it's the intake of liquid calories that he's quite fond of. Who really knows, because Vin is not fond of talking about himself. He's not a secretive man that squirrels away in dark corners. No, you'll hear from him sooner rather than later. He's just not the sort that sits you down and explains his history in a fine and detailed manner. [/indent] [b]§ [u] Personality [/u][/b] [indent]...[/indent] [b]§ [u] Background [/u][/b] [indent]4E 140, Skywatch "I was born at the height of a blood-red dawn after a night of prophecy," is the way that Vin would tell it, leaning close into the fire. He'd find his flask and flick a bit of alcohol into the small blaze, causing it flare momentarily. His voice would stay low and quivering, and the embers would play against the gold of his eyes. And maybe you should hear that tale? Because the truth behind Vin is covered in poor decisions, folley, and disillusionment of the highest order. Much like any Altmer born into the Dominion, his parents had been chosen for marriage and reproduction based on trying to remain true to their ancestors appearance. Honestly, to look at them, maybe they just placed the pair together because they contained similar features that were not ones of altmer beauty, but at least of consistancy. They did manage to quite fancy each other, though, and as the years passed they fell in love. Vin's childhood was actually quite enviable considering the world around him. He grew up watching his mother tailor expensive gowns and tunics, for those of far more wealth than they had. He helped his father mend things, using small magics to make the old look new. Magic was not as strong in their bloodline as many of the altmeri. It was still there, though, as the lack of it probably would have led to more extreme culling measures in years prior. So, whatever proper training that Vin received in magic was subtle and invasive. No, his path was being an artisan's son. He learned how to mend, how to break and fix, how make something look far more beautiful than it should be, and how to carve a lifestyle out of nothing. But Vin's head was in the clouds. He didn't love this life. He'd read for hours about the heroes and tales of old. He wanted more. He wanted something substantial. One day, a rich noble left an ancestral bow to be refurbished in Vin's father's workshop. After it was fixed, it sat there for a week. Vin eyed it. Bows were a weapon of heroes. When it had set there a month, Vin "borrowed" it. He carried it out back, and using rudimentary arrows started firing it. The arrows were so bad that nothing came of his practice. He bothered his father about it later. The man chastised him about abusing other's things. Yet, as the payment continued to remain upaid, he had no problem crafting arrows for his son to properly practice. This went on for years. Vin rising from someone who let his arrow burst out and fall to the ground like a limp noodle to a sure shot. The noble never looked for the bow for years, but inevitably he died and the family scrounged together any of his belongings. The bow went with it, along with Vin's heart. Fortunately, his parents were decent beings and saved for when their son would get wild eyed about something. They hired archery specialist, and they both made Vin a bow to use for it. From there he'd learn and learn and learn until his fingers bled, but until he could hit most anything. He loved the thrill of it. Yet, it was subdued given the fact that it was only a past time. He still learned to tailor, to fix, to mend, and hold up a measily existance. A child altmer, twenty or so, filled with wonder had no problem finding the Thalmor as an escape from his mundane life. So, he applied. His parents were furious, but he pushed on. They balked at his meager magic skills. But he impressed on him that his true skill was archery. They hesited, but let him show off. Capable of firing an arrow through numerous hoops, on a horse, and at a falling apple, he was given acceptance into the Thalmor, though a large stipulation was placed on him learning magic skills. Ten years passed, and Vin became quite the battle archer with a few tricks up his sleeves. He had only been patrolling the Summerset Isles until there was a call to to the Imperial homelad of Cyrodil. Vin gathered upon those vessels, he sailed into Imperial lad, and he fought his way up to the capital. It is still a memory he holds fondly. He followed the Thalmor aggression up the lenght of the Imperial land wihout pause. Yet, as they took the capitol, he felt guilt dawn upon him. He watchd the great sacking of the Imperial City. While he could understand the aggression and the annoyance of the human citizens, what he beheld was far worse. Altmer were commiting atrocoties of unknowable lengths on humans. In the middle of the night, Vin snuck away. While he was able to avoid the Thalmor, he was not able to avoid an Imperial raiding party. They took joy in tying him up, removing his garm and weapons, and torturing him. This went on for a long while until they were broken up by an Imperial guards company. Fearing the worst, Vin escaped with his bow and only his bow. Vin fell into a group of carnival patrons. He earned his name as trick shot, capable of shooting arrows fast and precisely. He'd work for them for many years. Horseback, drunk, impssible stuants, he'd manage them all. Vin was an expert with a bow, hands down. He was removed form his group of travellnig compatriots in Skyrim when he got into a fight with a Thalmor, which led to a lot of the group having to deal with the Thalor unless they were all jailed. So, they just cut Vin from the group and continued on. As such, Vin takes on jobs with mercenary companies for septims. He's the best shot you'll ever see and the least expensive. 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