Sounds good War. Here's my character, Rold Ironwing. Hope you don't mind, but I added a few categories to the character sheet.Name
: Rold IronwingAge
: Nord/Breton mixHeight
: 210 cmWeight
: 85 kgAppearance
: Soon.Sexual orientation
: Rold was born in the western city of Markarth, to a Nordic armorsmith and a "reformed" Breton Forsworn. He grew up in a hostile environment. His parents often had pitched arguments that frequently came to blows, and he spent many a childhood evening wandering the city's outskirts alone to avoid their ire. Despite their tempers, Rold's parents took him seriously. His father raised him half inside his forge, instructing his son not only in the art of blacksmithing, but also the mechanics of wearing armor and wielding weaponry. His mother often took Rold on weeks long journeys throughout the Reach, where the pair would live off the land and explore the crumbling ruins. He would later learn that she was also smuggling information to the Forsworn during these trips, but Rold nonetheless learned much about survival in the wilderness. She also tutored him in combat, primarily two-handed weaponry, and taught him some basic magic used by the Forsworn.
By the time he entered puberty, Rold was a large boy. He stood a meter and a half at the age of 12, and by 14 he had reached his full height, towering over his peers. When Rold was 13, his mother was revealed to be a Forsworn spy, and accused of murdering nobles by poisoning their food. She fled into the Reach. He never saw her again, and never found out if she truly had killed those people. Despite their constant fighting, Rold's parents were genuinely in love. Constantly accused of being a Forsworn sympathizer, and reeling from his wife's sudden disappearance, Rold's father quickly drowned himself in alcohol. He became abusive, constantly berating Rold with words and fists, and Rold would fight back. All out knockdown fistfights were a common occurrence.
One day, when Rold was 15, his father sold the forge. He told Rold he was going into the Reach to find his lost wife, and apologized for his abuse. After buying a pittance of supplies, he left Rold the rest of the money from selling the forge. Like his mother before him, Rold's father vanished into the Reach, never to be seen again.
Abandoned, Rold decided to travel to Whiterun. He knew his size gave him strength, and he intended to use it to join the Companions. Using the jerky, feinting style his mother had taught him, Rold held his own in the trials, and eventually became a Companion. Within weeks, Alduin sacked Helgen, and the Dragonborn slew Mirmulnir outside of Whiterun. At the same time, Rold learned that many of the Companions were actually werewolves. Repulsed, he left them behind and struck out in pursuit of the Dragonborn. He was a hero worth idolizing, a powerful dragonslayer!, not a shapeshifting mongrel at Hircine's beck and call. Rold eventually caught up to the Dragonborn, and even more awed by him in person, was sworn in as a Blade.
Although possessing no inborn talent, Rold nonetheless struggled to master his Voice. In doing so, he came to respect Paarthunax nearly as much as he respected the Dragonborn, and wished to meet the dragon face to face. Before he could, the Dragonborn slew Paarthunax. Rold was dismayed, but he was not a man to abandon oaths, and he remained at the Dragonborn's side as a Blade. After Alduin's defeat, Rold helped the Blades seek out the remaining dragons, even after they were officially disbanded. It was during this time that Rold slew a dragon nicknamed Ironwing, and took its moniker as his own name.
By his 40s, dragons were a slowly fading memory, and Rold turned towards mercenary work, bouncing between all nine holds of Skyrim working any job he could find.Major SkillsTwo-Handed Weapons
- Rold wields a dai-katana, a traditional weapon of the Blades. His style emphasizes quick strikes and feints to throw an opponent off balance, combined with jerky, unpredictable movement to avoid counter attacks.Heavy Armor
- He's worn plate armor his entire life. It's practically a second skin, and he can move relatively deftly despite its bulk. He knows how to take a hit, allowing the armor to absorb the damage.Restoration
- The first spell Rold ever learned was Restoration. He likes to combine ferocious and reckless attacks with in-combat healing. Imagine the panic on an enemy's face when the man he just stabbed gets up, fully healed. He can heal serious injuries on himself and others in seconds, but can only do so for short periods of time before becoming exhausted.Minor SkillsSmithing
- Rold knows just enough to repair and maintain his armor. He's no natural either; his handiwork is inelegant, but effective.Illusion
- He uses these spells for intimidation: making his voice louder, making himself appear larger, inspiring fear amongst enemies.Block
- He occasionally parries or outright blocks attacks using his blade.Shout
: Wuld Nah Kest (Whirlwind Sprint)WeaponOathkeeper
- Rold commissioned this dai-katana of daedric metal after Paarthunax's death. In his eyes, it served two purposes: first, to serve as the ultimate weapon in his war against the dragons. Secondly, and more importantly, it was a physical reminder of the oath he swore as a Blade, so that he may never forsake his duty.Armor
: Rold wears a set of steel half-plate, sacrificing some protection for extra mobility. It's stylized to evoke the Forsworn "aesthetic," painted brown and green, and adorned with various items, including dragon's teeth, elk antlers, carved taproot figurines, sections of bear and troll pelt, and a dried, long-dead briarheart. They're ornamental and serve no purpose beyond intimidation, but are placed in such a way that they won't interfere with combat.SpellsHealing
- Can heal serious injuries on himself or others, but can only manage it several times before needing to restore magicka.Illusion/Alteration
- Small spells that make him more frightening. Stuff like making his eyes appear to be full of fire, appearing as tall as a giant, or enhancing his voice to great volumes.