Blackwolf

Skyrim: The secret of Thu'um

Name: Jorn(Yorn) Red-fang
Race: Nord
Gender: Male/Werewolf
Age: 28

Appearance

Personality: Loud, boisterous and always ready for a good drink. In many ways he is your typical Nord, loving a good fight fallowing with a hearty meal and mead. Singing and dancing of exaggerated battles. That is the face you see, but in battle he is ruthless, his eyes gleaming with the blood lust of his inner wolf. Though he isn't losing control he simply loves battle and never feels more at home then when in a good fight.

Background: Jorn is a full breed in every since of the word. His parents full Nords. His family is a line of accomplished warriors, many of them joining the companions and fighting along side shield brother. Another reason they are so drawn to the companions is they like to stay near there own kind as the Red-Fangs are a family of werewolves. Something obviously kept hidden from the world as they keep there numbers low, Jorn having only a sister and a few cousins. Though they own a large sized estate in the north to the west of Solitude in the Haafingar it is secluded giving them the privacy they like and also rarely lived in. Most of the family across all of Tamriel looking for adventure, working this job or that as they only get together once every few years at the estate to catch up on things, and bring any new family to be blessed by Hercine.

Jorn like most of his family joined the Companions guild at a relatively young age and trained with them. Going on adventures with them, as well as the occasional hunt at night. Soon he was off adventuring on his own, and then the war started. Though for the most part he didn't pick a side, He slightly agreed with both. He had no desire to see the Aldmari Dominion acting as they did in his own land, and thought it was time to break free of the crumbling empire. But at the same time he couldn't get behind the "Nord only" philosophy of the strom cloaks. Sure he believed the nords should rule Skyrim, but at the same time his family has been well traveled and sees only value in allowing other races to live freely in Skryim. Becasue of this he has gotten into several bar room brawls with both sides. So he stayed out of the war seeing as at the end of the day for him it was only choosing which side you hate the least.

Though there was much more going on then just the war to keep him occupied with the return of the dragons, and this dragonbon. At least that was a cause he could get behind. The slaying of dragons, He soon heard rumors of a group forming to take down this dragon threat now that the dragonborn seemed to have disappeared. And soon he would be slaying dragons, and fetching a pretty septiem Though he wasn't as callus to charge people to save there lives, he was more then willing to sell the spoils that came with killing dragon and if they felt the need to pay him, well then who was he to stop them?

Skills
Expert Twohanded
Adept Heavy armor
Adept Smithing
Adept block
Apprentice speech

Equipment
Skyforge Steel great sword(Superior)
Wolf Armor(superior)
Bedroll
A amulet of Night eye(payment for helping a Khajit Caravan)
10 Health/Stamina potions
Various nick knacks he finds laying around.

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The Division - Casual/Low Advance - Sandbox RP

I'm totally being Sincere...really. Also Kitsune...I'm your Sig is awesome.

Shattermane Academy |Rise of the Dragoons|

Who doesn't love a race of red eyed sadist XD

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

haha most post have been non plot progressing for the most part at this point. Besides just having him treck through the woods for hours on end would be boring XD...so i figured fuck it xD lets get rambo up in this bitch. And he wouldn't reach ya'll until night fall anyways so this is just pretty much what is going on with him as your characters are doing whatever.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Ghost had to slow down his movements. After two hours of moving through the forest the patrols of the NWA were starting to get more frequent. He must be getting close, staying low he looked up as the sun was setting, this was good as it was getting darker he would gain the advantage.
"Shit man where the fuck is this guy" a voice coming from his right,
"Fuck man I don't know" Another said.
"Man we'll never find him in the dark we should head back to the truck"
"Man I don't want to be cramped in the back of that stupid truck any longer then I have too."
"yea but once we get back to town there were some decent looking wet holes for slant eyes"
There was a laugh coming from them. "Man we haven't been out that long have we"
"He man I got to piss, be right back" a third voice.

As they spoke Ghost moved around them, staying low and behind some trees he had the three in sight. Good they haven't found the man who took those detonators. He watched them for a moment, waiting for them to pass from his hiding spot as the third man came back. "God this is so pointless, we'll never find anyone in this fucking jungle." He heard one say as they started to walk off. Ghost would of laughed, if he was the laughing sort, and not surrounded by hostiles. It seamed that no matter where you were the common soldier's best skill was complaining

Once they were clear he moved again, looking around the jungle. He liked jungles, air support was all but useless, the nights were pitch black. You could hide and move an army in them lord knows Africa has mastered that. It was a simpler kind of war, Where it wasn't the biggest stick that one, but the softest step. As he moved through that jungle he looked to his right, a phantom moving along side of him, Petty officer third class Ricko. He was a good kid, it was his first field assignment. Ghost and his team were to track down an African warlord who had been helping the "Axis" move troops and supplies through the jungles of Africa supplying the enemies to the north. They spent almost two months in that jungle, Playing cat and mouse with Guerrillas until they finally got some one that would talk. It was a grueling mission, everything in that jungle was trying to kill you. Ricko didn't make it.

Damian stopped him self, pulling out a flask he kept he took a sip, the burn of whiskey rolling down his throat. He had lost a lot of friends over the years, and he often wondered what became of Jayson, they had tried to keep in touch but with them both always being deployed. Damian shook his head and closed his eyes taking a moment. This wasn't the time nor the place for this. To many ghost haunt his memories, He took another sip of his whiskey before screwing the lid on and tucking it away. Damian took in a deep breath.

Ghost opened his eyes, those cold as ice blue hues looked forward. He had a mission, stop the NWA from getting those detonators at all cost. That meant finding the man who took them. He moved with a purpose. Quickly and silently through the jungle as he looked around. He had to be getting close.

Drifters in the 'Verse

Name: Jacobs A. Xander
Alias: Jax
Age: 28
Sex:male

Appearance: A tall man at 6'2 with an athletic build weighing in at about 210lbs. Shore black hair, usually a bit messy. Deep blue eyes, deep set eyes and firm jaw, ussually covered with facial hair. There is a scar that runs down from just above his left eye, down his cheek and curving back towards the back of his jaw as no hair grows along that line making it stand out a bit. Normaly wears black pants, combat boots with a brown shirt and vest with a brown duster with a large brim hat.

Personality: Tactfull, sarcastic and and generally a laid back person. Jax isn't afraid to speak his mind, and often does. But he manages to be tactful about such things and choosing his words carefully. Hard living has made him a hard person, Despite being laid back hard living made a hard man as he isn't one to mess around when work is to be done and when on the job he tends to put on a gruffer show, though it's honestly hard to tell which really is him as he seldom talks about his past or his life. That being said at the end of the day he cares for one thing only, and that is people he considers his and even takes it as a personal insult to threaten his crewmates or his captain.

History: Jax served in the war for independence, on the losing side. Fighting in many battles he watched many of his friends, and even his own brother die, he even made it to the rank of SGT. His most notable was he was one of the few survivors of the battle of serenity. Though he still wears his old brown coat he seldom dwells on the past. After that nightmare of a war ended he started getting work doing anything he could, Train hyjacking, salvage, hired muscle, anything that someone was willing to give him a pay check for and as such considers him self a bit of an outlaw. Though at the end of the day he is always searching for a ship to call home filled with crew that he calls his.

Gear:

Dual revolvers

, 8in combat knife and a few grenades...just in case.

Misc:Don't mess with the hat.

Drifters in the 'Verse

Hmm I'll take first mate I guess haha

Stalwart University

I do what I want, I say what I do, ka choo a choo ka choo

The Division - Casual/Low Advance - Sandbox RP

we all missed you deeply...really we did.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

And then A wild SEAL appeared!!!