» Tue Jul 05, 2011 11:13 am
Name: Eadric Stormbiter
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Specialization: Warrior/Thief(I Guess)
Favored Skills: 1 Handed Weapons ( Dual Axes Named Henceforth and Hereafter), Archry (Hunting), a few other misc. skills like Sneak.
Factions: Companions
Backstory:
Born to an Imperial Watchman and a Nordic Huntress in Solitude, Eadric had a happy, well off childhood and joined the guard at age 16, rising high, much to the pride of his father. At age 17, he found the woman of his dreams, Arianna Rhyse, a gorgeous young Breton lass with Silk blond Hair. They married a years later and life was perfect for Eadric. At age 22, he and His wife FINALLY were able to concieve a child after 4 years of trial and error. The day of the birth arrived and much to Eadric's shock, the child had deep, coarse black hair, instead of the blonde of his mother or the dirty light brown he himself had. Needless to say, Eadric carried out an investigation into the matter at once. He found out, with very little work at all that one of his Sworn brothers in the Watch was the culprit. In the middle of dinner, for all the Barracks to see, Eadric walked up to him as calm as can be and simply asked "Why?". Jethrough, the man responsible and quite drunk at the moment, merely shrugged and said, " I was Bored." and then laughed. Eadric nodded, shrugged and began laughing as well, he and Jethrough laughed and laughed until Eadric all of a sudden drove a broken Bottle into Jethrough's throat and just stood there, silent, watching the life bleed from him.
Instead of execution, his father Darrius merely stripped him of his rank, expelled him from the guards, and when Eadric began to say," Father, I'm sorry," Darrius merely raised his hand, looked away, and said, "Get out of my sight, whoever you are, I have No Son." Eadric silently packed up his things and left home. Arianna was sobbing, and on his way out, Eadric almost asked who she was crying for, him , Jethrough, Herself, or that bastard spawn of a snake?
The next 6 years were spent in a drunken stupor, wandering about doing odd jobs and Mercenary contracts. On a hunt for a mage rather fond of Lightening spells, He earned the Name Stormbiter, after he bit the Fingers off of said mage as he was preparing a spell to Electrocute him. Almost every Septim he earned was spent on booze and women. One fateful day, while drowning his memories in a Flagon of ale, he heard a man say, "Hey, Aren't you that Guardkiller?" The man, along with his 2 friends, recognized Eadric from all those years ago and began to heckle him. Tempers flared, Weapons were drawn, and before he knew it, the 3 men were dead.
He allowed himself to be captured be the guard, and when the sentence of Execution Rang through the court room, Eadric felt at peace. He had been dead for 6 years already, so the downward swing of the Ceremonial Axe was a welcome thought.
The gods however, have other plans for Eadric Stormbiter...
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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