This is my first fan-fic so please don't ridicule me

Backstory

Hrard was raised in a family of hunters and thus become one of the greater hunters as he was trained to hunt at birth

He is 13 years of age

His appearance is the default Nord with red hair and no beard.

Index

http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1413956-hrard-the-nord-hunter/page__view__findpost__p__21598065

Part one: The bandit ultimatum
The bear reared it's head and roared.
"You had to wake the bear didn't you" said Ardavor, Hrard's brother, rearing his bow ready to shoot.
"Your the one who woke it I wasn't even near the damn thing" said Hrard, also readying his bow.
The bear charged but before the bear even got close it was hit with two arrows at the same time.
"No I was as quite as a mouse, you however where as noisy a giant" retorted Ardavor.
"Let's just call this a draw, shall we, because we will probably never know."
"Your just saying that because you don't want to admit that your at fault"
"Yeah sure keep telling yourself that" said Hrard skinning the bear."
"Hurry up and Finnish the skinning the bear so we can get out of here" said Ardavor packing up the gear.
"Well, well, well what do we have hear." Two span around and lo behold stood a bandit, axe in hand, a cold evil grin spreading on his face, look's like we got ourselves some lost sheep, now you got two choices brats, joining our clan, or death.