» Sat May 28, 2011 12:29 am Name: Roderik
Race: Breton/Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Favoured Weapon: Silver Longsword
Backup Weapon: Silver Shortsword
Armour: Iron Helmet, Iron Cuirass, Iron Greaves, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Boots, Iron Shield
Equipment: Multiple miscellaneous potions, but predominantly Healing potions.
Useful Skills: Extremely devoted to the God, Talos; Clean criminal record; Fairly competent as an Armorer and Spellcaster; Healthly dislike of underhanded business and smuggling; Nordic Hardiness with Breton Cleverness of tongue.
History: Roderick was born in Bruma to a Nordic barbarian and a Breton mage. Right away, one can tell this was very different that usual, as Mages and Barbarians do not get along all that well, but these two happened to have a connection, and their meeting was forced when the barbarian father and Protector in the Fighters Guild was mixed up in some trouble with a local Mage, who happened to be an associate of the Breton Mage, both of whom were of the Mages Guild. But that was before the time of Roderik. Suffice it to say that his early childhood consisted of tests by both parents to find in which profession he would enter, that which favored combat, or one which favored his magical abilities. He showed a certain aptitude for both, deciding upon combat in the end, but always adding in a healthy dose of Magic. Upon seeing his seventeenth summer, Roderik left the modest house in Bruma in search of adventure and fame. During those adventures, he searched many ruins, prayed at wayshrines, walked the Pilgrims Way, and overall experienced many things in only fourteen years. However, his most vivid experience was his visit to the Wayshrine of Talos, where he was bestowed with a gift that even he cannot explain. After his prayer, he simply had this feeling of being rejuvinated and having a purpose. From then on, he became a Paladin, taking on the values favored by Talos as those of his own. He abandoned his gallavanting ways and steers a straight course now, partaking in neither drugs, sixual relations, nor getting merry. He heard that S'ravir the Khajit had recently been spying on the defenses of the Imperial City and threw on his mental mantle of Paladin and set out to county Leyawiin to become a mercenary and be rid of this Khajit that would desecrate Talos's city.
Race: Breton/Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Favoured Weapon: Silver Longsword
Backup Weapon: Silver Shortsword
Armour: Iron Helmet, Iron Cuirass, Iron Greaves, Iron Gauntlets, Iron Boots, Iron Shield
Equipment: Multiple miscellaneous potions, but predominantly Healing potions.
Useful Skills: Extremely devoted to the God, Talos; Clean criminal record; Fairly competent as an Armorer and Spellcaster; Healthly dislike of underhanded business and smuggling; Nordic Hardiness with Breton Cleverness of tongue.
History: Roderick was born in Bruma to a Nordic barbarian and a Breton mage. Right away, one can tell this was very different that usual, as Mages and Barbarians do not get along all that well, but these two happened to have a connection, and their meeting was forced when the barbarian father and Protector in the Fighters Guild was mixed up in some trouble with a local Mage, who happened to be an associate of the Breton Mage, both of whom were of the Mages Guild. But that was before the time of Roderik. Suffice it to say that his early childhood consisted of tests by both parents to find in which profession he would enter, that which favored combat, or one which favored his magical abilities. He showed a certain aptitude for both, deciding upon combat in the end, but always adding in a healthy dose of Magic. Upon seeing his seventeenth summer, Roderik left the modest house in Bruma in search of adventure and fame. During those adventures, he searched many ruins, prayed at wayshrines, walked the Pilgrims Way, and overall experienced many things in only fourteen years. However, his most vivid experience was his visit to the Wayshrine of Talos, where he was bestowed with a gift that even he cannot explain. After his prayer, he simply had this feeling of being rejuvinated and having a purpose. From then on, he became a Paladin, taking on the values favored by Talos as those of his own. He abandoned his gallavanting ways and steers a straight course now, partaking in neither drugs, sixual relations, nor getting merry. He heard that S'ravir the Khajit had recently been spying on the defenses of the Imperial City and threw on his mental mantle of Paladin and set out to county Leyawiin to become a mercenary and be rid of this Khajit that would desecrate Talos's city.
