[hider=Holgarth Hammer-Song] [b]• Character Name:[/b] Holgarth Hammer-Song [b]• Character Race:[/b] Nord [b]• Gender:[/b] Male [b]•Character Appearance:[/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/yO8JOv6.png[/img] [b]• Short Biography:[/b] Born 4E 175 in Whiterun. Holgarth’s mother passed away during childbirth while his father was out fighting in the great war. This left Holgarth placed in the care of his uncle, whom he was officially adopted by when they received news that his father had fallen during the Battle of the Red Ring. Despite the loss of his parents, and a civil war taking shape in their land, the rest of Holgarth’s childhood was surprisingly tame. His uncle, Torbhff, was a renowned tactician during his time in Legion. Though he had been forced to retire after sustaining a severe injury, he now spent his days working for Commander Caius training new recruits for the town guard. But skills aside, Torbhff was also known for his more progressive way of thinking. In his time he fought side by side with many non-Nords who showed the same courage and spirit as his kin. This led him to be a strong believer in treating everyone with honor. To protect and look after those in need no matter where they hailed from; a philosophy that grew increasingly unpopular each day. It was no surprise that Holgarth developed the same strong sense of compassion towards others, frequently going out of his way to help the members of the community. He would even buy food to give to vagabonds or Khajiit caravans who were camping outside the city; even if this gained him dirty looks from those who didn’t approve. When he wasn’t doing charity work or odd jobs around the city, Holgarth would sneak to the training grounds and pick up whatever lessons he could. He had every intention of joining the guard when he came of age, and he wanted to be more than prepared for the duties that came with it. By 4E 201, the troubles in Skyrim had reached a pinnacle. High King Torygg lay dead at the hands of Ulfric Stormcloak, and every hold had chosen a side; save for Whiterun. But that didn’t mean the citizens of those holds were in agreement. Whiterun itself became heavily divided, as the two most prominent families began feuding over who the Jarl should align with. On top of everything, news had spread of the destruction of Helgen and the return of the dragons. Holgarth, having been a guard for just over a decade, followed the example of his Jarl and remained neutral in the political strife. Though he had little faith in the current Emperor, Ulfric was far from qualified to take the throne he had tried to steal. Worst of all, neither side showed interest in making an effort to stop the dragons, a threat Whiterun had been dealing with first hand. He chose instead to focus on his duties. Be it bandits or beasts, he would be ready for anything that brought danger to his hold. At least, that is what he had hoped. Once rumors started to spread that Alduin had been slain by the dragonborn, Ulfric sent Jarl Balgruuf an ultimatum: Swear allegiance to the Stormcloaks, or feel the wrath of the bear. Neutrality was no longer an option. His back against the wall, Balgruuf finally decided to support the Empire. It was only a few days before Whiterun found the Stormcloaks on their doorstep with an army that far out matched the guards and legionnaires inside the city. The bloodshed lasted for hours. Holgarth fought with all the might and fury he could muster. Even as his hammer grew heavy, and dozens of his friends were cut down around him, he refused to relent. In the end, it was not magic or steel that stopped the nord, but the sound of a horn and white flags being hung from Dragonsreach. Balgruuf had surrendered. Whiterun now belonged to the Stormcloaks. Holgarth, his uncle, and the other remaining guards were stripped of their uniforms and exiled from the hold. Torbhff suggested they leave Skyrim, and head to Bruma in Cyrodiil, but Holgarth was not ready to give up on Skyrim. Unable to convince the other, they went their separate ways. For the last few years Holgarth has wandered the land, keeping his head down until the day comes when he can once again wield his hammer to serve his kin and country. •Personality and General Disposition: Though he no longer dons the armor, Holgarth is still a guard at heart. He stands tall with confidence, moves with purpose, and speaks with authority in his voice. His words are often straightforward and blunt to get any point across, not bothering to honey them at all. Afterall, unless a Thuum is involved, words are meaningless in the face of action. This demeanor can make Holgarth come off as a gruff brute, the sort of person to stay clear of unless absolutely necessary. But below his rough exterior is still a gentle giant who is eager to welcome anyone into his home. Well, when he had a home. Nevertheless, those who do approach Holgarth will find he is quick to offer a bottle of mead, a warm meal, and a spot near his campfire. To him, if you carry yourself with honor and call this land your home, then you belong in Skyrim just as much as any Nord. But do not mistake Holgarth’s trusting nature as naivety. He has an eye for thieves and thugs, and he will not hesitate to bring the hammer down on anyone that tries to wrong him. [b]• Allegiance/Loyalties:[/b] None [b]• Equipment/Gear:[/b] -Steel Warhammer -Full set of steel plate armor -Fur cloak -Hunting bow -Iron arrows -Backpack of basic traveling supplies (Tent, bedroll, rations, cooking utensils, a few bottles of Nord Mead, only the necessities.) -Armor repair kit [b]• Skills and Ability:[/b] Holgarth’s time in the guard has made him an excellent warrior. Highly trained in two handed and one handed weapons, as well archery, Holgarth can make use of just about any weapon. But even the best still get hit, which is why he specializes in heavy armor. Allowing him to take a beating while he dishes one out. He is also decent with equipment maintenance. Though he can’t forge anything new, he has learned how to improve both weapons and armor of all types. And while he is no Gourmet, you’d be hard pressed to find a better cook on the road! [/hider]