Benedikt the Drunk: Nord. An ex-assassin and conman who tried his hand at reforming by serving in the Skyrim church after the murder of his wife and ended up drunk and homeless, wandering the Tamriel coasts and stealing to survive.
- Still has a soft spot for water and will take a dip whenever he can. Usually avoids bridges.
- Drinks anything he can get his hands on (either honestly or not), not discerning in the least.
- Has trouble trusting authority.
- Will never fast travel.
- Writes in his journal everyday . . . but don't tell anyone, he doesn't want to ruin his image (more?).
- Doesn't like to sleep, because he doesn't trust anyone.
- Likes to collect keys.
- Would much rather fight with his fists than with a weapon, but uses weapons when needed.
- Repairs armor and weapons after every use . . . kind of anol about that.
- Hates being alone.
- Loves rainy days and gets the most accomplished on them. Reminds him of his wedding day to Jóhanna.
- Had a horse as a child. Wants a horse again to keep him company.
- Can't decide between joining the fighters guild or the thieves guild, so dabbles in both.
- Has a pair of boots he wears everywhere.
- Ended up in prison for fighting at a local pub, after someone called him a coward. Hates that.
- Feels comforted by churches, even though they basically threw him out for his bad conduct (and stealing the communion wine, of course).
- Will defend anyone he sees as defenseless . . . including animals. If he kills an animal in self-defense, he uses all the material.
- Only goes to the arena when drunk.
- Fancies himself a Robin Hood and gives extra stolen money to the poor.
That's it . . . so far. :hubbahubba: