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Skyrim: The Companions

Vulc moved up to the table everyone was gathering by and set his bow leaning on the table. "None of us have heard anything" he answered Ashar's question. Vulc looked into her eyes and wanted to ask what caused the despare he could see but decided against it. "I think we are just waiting for any kind of word" Vulcarion added.

Skyrim: The Companions

Vulcarion, siting quitley at a table in the corner to himself sipping on his favorite mead was contemplating on what was to be done that day. His thoughts filled the silenced air while he sat, bow at his feet. He looked up across the hall when he heard the stumbling of feet and the fallen cup as someone had entered.

Skyrim: The Companions

Name: Vulcarion Black

Age:20

Race: Nord

Weapons:Ebony Daggers, Ebony Bow

Apparel: Hood ,Leather chest, Fur leggings, fur boots.

Spells (3 max, optional): None

Best Skill: Stealth

Bio (optional): Vulcarion grew up in a normal Nord family in Falkreath, mother tending to the jobs around the house and father laboring and teaching Vulcarion the art of the sword. His father had high hopes for him to become a warrior in the Legion. High hopes that ended as his life did. Both of Vulcarions parents were murdered in a village raid when he was the age of 12. Vulcarion never fancying the sword and shield began to teach himself the art if assassination, stealth, and marksmanship, growing as his skills did. This was the only way he could see himself avenging his families death. He soon found his place in Whiterun, to seek out the guidance of the champions, to farther his training and seek his revenge.

Hobby: Reading, writing, bounty hunting.

Other info: Not one to voice his opinion and not much of a talker. Gets the jobs he needs to done.
"Eyes on the prey, not the horizont"