Name: Raest Kivaan
Age: 25
Race: Half Nord and half Bosmer, werewolf
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Birthsign: The Shadow
Appearance: He is a light tan, and mostly resembles an average Nord in his facial features, and in that he has a strong build with wide shoulders. His eyes and ears are distinctly Bosmer though, with almost completely black eyes, and pointed, elven ears. His hair is pure white and hangs down to his shoulders, but his eyebrows are black, as is his stubble. He has tattoos all over his right arm that resemble tiger stripes, and he paints his finger nails black. When in his werewolf form his fur is pure white with black claws, and his eyes are still black.
Class (what would you describe your character as?): Spellsword / Scout
Skills and known spells (if any): He is skilled with spears, swords, and shields. He is also skilled in acrobatics, athletics and is incredibly stealthy. He has a small amount of training in destruction and alteration. He knows the spells flames, frostbite, sparks, magelight and telekinesis.
Clothing / armor: He wears leather armor, faded blue pants with a thick brown leather belt, steel plate boots, fingerless black leather gloves, a steel bracelet on his left wrist, and a steel helmet.
Weapons: He has a steel tipped boar spear, a dwarven sword which is sheathed across his back, and a steel shield with a single conical spike protruding from it so he can stab an enemy by bashing them with his shield.
Miscellaneous items: A flute that he doesn’t know how to play.
Personality: He likes to talk, and will do so whenever given the chance, though he refuses to talk about his past however, and becomes very bitter and sad if it’s brought up in conversation. He is kind, helpful, generous and tolerant of all races, though he is also rather secretive. He tends to dislike what others would see as luxury, and even prefers to sleep outside near a campfire than on a warm bed in a house. He has a natural affinity for wandering the wilderness due to the Bosmer in him.
Major flaw: When he’s alone he has a tendency to talk to himself, so other people might think him to be insane if they overhear him. He is half Bosmer and half Nord, and isn’t fully accepted by either race, so he is forced to cover the features that mark him as elven in order to fit in with the Nords. He also suffers from lycanthropy, and has to hide this fact. On occasion his more bestial side may show through even when in his humanoid form, in that he may growl when angered, or roar in battle.
Background: His mother was a Bosmer and his father was a Nord, though his father left before he was born. Such unions are both rare, and frowned upon, and so when Raest was growing up in Valenwood, his mother kept his half elf nature a secret from everyone, including young Raest. Fortunately when he was young he resembled the other Bosmer, and he lived a normal life for a while, but as he got older he quickly outstripped the other children in height and strength. When his facial features began to become obviously more Nordic than Bosmer, it was clear to everyone what he was, and so he was shunned.
His mother died when he was fifteen, and so with no connection left to the Bosmer tribe he had grown up with, he left to travel across Tamriel to find some where he would fit in. During his travels he entered the province of Cyrodiil, and when in the Colovian Highlands he encountered a werewolf in the wilderness. He managed to fend it off, but the beast managed to bite him before fleeing, and he was infected. He tried to make his way back to civilization to get a cure disease potion, but he didn’t get very far before passing out from the intense pain and blood loss.
When he awoke he was a beast, cloaked in white fur and twice his normal size. He wasn’t in control of himself, but he was far enough away from civilization so that it didn’t matter. After an hour or so he returned to his normal self, though he began thinking of ways to train to control himself while in werewolf form. For years he remained in the Highlands until he had a semblance of control over his wolf self, before finally heading north to Skyrim. When he heard of the new hold in the Rift he headed there, hoping he could fit in with the local Nords if he covered his elven features.