Name: Meldor
Gender: Male
Age: Around 50 years old, looks early 30's
Race: Bosmer
Who you're fighting for: Valenwood
Birthsign: The Lover
Skills – 10 max – non game skills allowed: Marksman, short blade, light armor, security, and restoration
General Appearance: Little tan, with a mix of muscle build and simply skinny.
Hair: Has long flowing blond hair stretching down his back.
Eyes: Dark blue eyes
Weapons: Carries an Elven bow along with Eleven arrows and quiver; a small, steel dagger
Armour/Clothing: Has a stained white T-shirt he wears under his leather chest plate and black trousers under his leather greaves. His armor, including his gauntlets and boots, are specially dyed black to help him blend into the shadows.
Other Items: He has a small harmonica he likes to play, a few spare parchments along with a quiver and inkwell, a book about the Elven Gods
Personality: Meldor has a strong sense of humor, always find the funny side of life, though often at inappropriate times. He is very easy to get to know, but very hard to understand completely, thanks to his dry sense of humor, many people think he mocks them, when in reality he is only joking. Very sweet when need be, he knows how to sweet talk anybody, but only does to ones he finds interesting.
Brief History: Growing up in Haven, Meldor had very much accustomed himself to the art of the bow. He was brought into the world by a very strong willed father who would not let him get by with second, in anything. If Meldor wanted to enter the esteemed archery contest, he had to win, or be shut out of his house for months at a time. On one such occasion, Meldor had been in the finals, as with every year, but his opponent was a new and very skilled bowman, much like himself. They were tasked with shooting multiple targets as fast as possible, some moving, some remaining still while the archers had to move.
Half way into the match, the local district in Haven had made the ordeal a huge event, with people leaving their stores unattended to go watch Meldor finally have a challenge. His father, who was a merchant at the time, and a good one at that, heard the commotion and so he decided to go watch his son beat the new blood. He locked up his shop and left for the archery range. Upon arriving there, many people moved out of his way for they knew it was his son and as the day was finally growing to an end and the sunset of in the horizon was getting ever more beautiful.
Meldor never noticed his dad until the very end of the competition, which until then was very evenly matched, but once he laid his dark blue eyes on his dad, he seemed to loose all control of his body. His dad had never been to one of his matches, and so upon seeing him there, he was put into shock. He stood there, frozen for some time, until he realized his error and restarted the match, but the damage was done. He lost the finals in a very close fashion, and though no one else thought less of him for loosing, minus his dad, he knew he had done wrong.
When he turned back to see his father, he wasn't in sight. To top it off, his father's shop had been broken into while he was away, and all of his merchandise was stolen, therefore nearly killing his career as a merchant. When Meldor got back home, he find his father waiting outside their clumsy little wooden shack, with all his stuff thrown about.
Not one word was said to one another, as both accepted what was happening, Meldor had failed and in his father's eyes, he wasn't worthy to be his son. What Meldor didn't know was that because of him, his father's career was nearly ended and the rest of his family, including his two baby sisters, were going to have it rough for a long time, he found out years later, though he never did see or speak to his father again.
Banished from home, Meldor tried to find places to stay, but with little money and hardly no true friends that would help him, he set out into the woods and built himself his own little house, in a very beautiful pasture. Here, in the wilds, Meldor honed his skills with the bow, and then some. After a while he had been contracted as a mercenary in various odd jobs and had attained quite of bit of money, something he found to be irrelevant, so he secretly gave most of his gold to his family, leaving it in their rooms at night while they slept.
When the war started with Elsweyr, Meldor quickly leaped at the chance to perhaps deem himself in his father's eyes.
Reason for Fighting: To redeem him in his father's eyes.
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Here's my CS
» Fri Oct 08, 2010 12:52 pm 
But if I can, I will totally stay up. 
