» Wed May 02, 2012 5:23 pm
Name: Glathor
Age: 120, looks around 20-25
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Height: 5’2
Birthsign: The Lover
Appearance: Short but built for running long distances. Long light reddish hair pulled back into a somewhat angled ponytail. Stubble lines the lower parts of his cheeks. Most call it war paint, but the two finger thick lines that lie just below each of his eyes are actually tattoos that he had given himself after his first successful hunt. He used red dye to represent the blood of the animal.
Class(what would you describe your character as?): Hunter/Hideworker
Skills and known spells(if any):
Archery-how he hunts the animals for their meat and hide
Light Armor-for protection against the more aggressive beasts
Sneak-so he can get a jump on his prey before they dart off
Speech-so when he goes to town to sell his hide workings some stiff shopkeeper doesn’t try swindle him
Clothing/Armor: He wears a very fine set of Studded Armor that he had procured in an archery contest in the Imperial City. A pair of Hide Boots, Hide Bracers and a Large Brown Fur Coat that he made himself from the pelt of a bear that he had killed. And a Huntsman’s Cowl made from fox pelt.
Weapons: A good ‘ole Longbow and quiver full of iron arrows. And an intricately etched Steel Dagger.
Misc.: Various poisons, and a manual for various kill spots on different types of game
Personality: Keeps to himself but is passionate about what he does(all that he was close to are now gone which is a reason for this)
Major flaw: Takes so much care and pride in his work that he has no time for anyone else(not so much a bad thing for the people who buy his products)
Background: He was born in 4E 80 and raised in the forests of Valenwood in a small independent tribe. When he came of age around 4E 110 he journeyed north through Cyrodiil. He entered himself into an archery contest that was being held in the Imperial City. Being a better archer than most he blew threw it like a breeze. While in the Imperial Capital of Tamriel he experienced his first successful hunt. It was an unusually large brown bear that he had tracked into a secluded cave way up in the mountains north of Bruma. After making himself a fine pair of hide boots, hide bracers, and a large brown fur coat he continued over the mountains and found himself in Skyrim, the “Home of the Nords” he used to hear the elders call it. They said that its many different terrains flourished with all types of wild game. He decided that this would be his home for many years to come. After years upon years of honing his skill he has become a well known hunter in these lands. Although most that he knew when he first arrived have died. He is now 120 years of age, but looks around 20-25 in human perspective, and doesn’t have many close people left. Even his elven friends are becoming scarce. He heard from a barmaid in Solitude, that there was a group of settlers that were trying to set up a new hold. “Valton” she called it. He remembered from the days he first arrived in Skyrim that the game was good down there and that he could help them by bringing in meat and hide and making them fur coats and fine pelt robes, occasional hide based light armor for the passing adventurer. The barmaid told him it was in between Ivarstead and Riften. He took a carriage from Solitude to Riften. Once he arrived he headed in the direction of the “X” that was marked on his map. He made it to Valton shortly after leaving Riften.
. Well I guess ever Great Hall needs a few mounted trophies. But yeah, as a whole skill set it's an amazingly viable, awesome character.
