TowimJun 29, 2014Jun 29, 2014 at 12:43 AM
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Current
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The man wears a claymore openly across his back, its sheathe little more than a hook so that one can see the blade bare. Its harness crosses a white and partially open sleeveless shirt, tucked into a belt and breeches of buckskin tones. His wrists are covered in bracers of the same, concealing his tattoos. He wears his hair loose about his shoulders, fairly stringy from a long day.
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First Impressions
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A hard, aging fighter-type of Nord decent. He looks down at most folks, for he is an extremely tall man, long blonde/greying hair about the shoulders, blue eyes, broad of shoulder and strong of back. Trained and worked muscle with most of his power in his upper body and right sword-arm, and a wicked right-hook. Scars call him a life-long fighter, and burns decorate his arms and torso from the forge.
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Details
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Full Name: Manus ver Neithersorrow
Nickname: Nether
Age: Early 50’s
Origin: Neithersorrow, a small destroyed village in Skyrim
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Class: Templar
Skills: Master Sword Smith. There are people who would give life fortunes for a blade with his makers mark on them, a capital M nested in a full circle. He is a genius with military tactics, having several dry books written about him. These books include the study of his devastating tactics, which are often heavy on offense over defense.
Height: 6'6".
Weight: 235 lbs of solid muscle.
Eyes: Ice blue and clear.
Hair: Blonde touched with red, streaked with salt n' pepper. It is worn long about his shoulders, stringy at times, and always loose. The longest point touches between his shoulder-blades. It’s still pretty thick, though not as soft as it once was, with the tendency to fall into lax waves.
Skin tone: Medium tan, by virtue of sun and forge.
Build: Extremely tall, broad of shoulder and built. He's always been the muscular type, and has since worked hard to develop and train what he was given.
Tattoos: Upon his chest, a rising phoenix in black, its wings transformed into those of demon kind. His left forearm has a long claymore buried in a pile of skulls and back dropped by a setting sun. His right forearm appears to be a twin of the left, save the sword is different, shadowed and more edged... and there is no sun only darkness. This right arm tattoo has magic about it, if any are able to see into the mystical. It bears an aura of evil and extreme malice.
Clothing Description: Usually clothes of tans and creams, darker breeches secured with a heavy leather belt, button or laced shirt of a lighter color, tucked in and often sleeveless. Leather boots of buckskin lined with fur, and a matching coat of buckskin and lamb's wool if he feels inclined. He also owns a thick wool cloak of dark green with a triangle-shape of bear's fur along the shoulders. The guard hairs are still attached, giving it almost a 'hackles-raised' appearance.
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Weapons and Items of Interest
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Weapon Name: Illgirni
Weapon Outline: claidheamh mòr (claymore)
Average Dimensions
Length 213 cm (84"?)
Grip 38.1 cm (15")
Blade 175.26 cm (69") (5.75')
Weight (15 lb)
This is no small nor simple weapon, but one of legend, hand-forged by the master-sword smith himself in the depths and hatred of Oblivion. He named it "Illgrini" or "Malice" in the old tongues. This long ebon blade bears dark runes that light with green internal fire when its powers are made manifest. These powers will be detailed only in RP. One normally does not see this weapon, for it is stored through a blackguard spell within the tattoo of his right wrist.
Other Weapons:
He has a far more normal claymore, masterwork and skillfully made, that he uses typically. Adamantine blade, weighted two-hand grip, down-turned guard. Also, he carries a bundle of weapons he's made from place to place, offering them for sale as a part of his day's wages. One can expect the man to have a simple boot knife as well.
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History and Backstory
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((This is ages long and will take the player some time to detail out. I prefer to tell it through RP, though I may provide some hints here moving forward.))
Rumors: Raised by Marcus Denton. Was a POW following the fall of Cyrodil.
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Current
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The man wears a claymore openly across his back, its sheathe little more than a hook so that one can see the blade bare. Its harness crosses a white and partially open sleeveless shirt, tucked into a belt and breeches of buckskin tones. His wrists are covered in bracers of the same, concealing his tattoos. He wears his hair loose about his shoulders, fairly stringy from a long day.
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First Impressions
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A hard, aging fighter-type of Nord decent. He looks down at most folks, for he is an extremely tall man, long blonde/greying hair about the shoulders, blue eyes, broad of shoulder and strong of back. Trained and worked muscle with most of his power in his upper body and right sword-arm, and a wicked right-hook. Scars call him a life-long fighter, and burns decorate his arms and torso from the forge.
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Details
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Full Name: Manus ver Neithersorrow
Nickname: Nether
Age: Early 50’s
Origin: Neithersorrow, a small destroyed village in Skyrim
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Class: Templar
Skills: Master Sword Smith. There are people who would give life fortunes for a blade with his makers mark on them, a capital M nested in a full circle. He is a genius with military tactics, having several dry books written about him. These books include the study of his devastating tactics, which are often heavy on offense over defense.
Height: 6'6".
Weight: 235 lbs of solid muscle.
Eyes: Ice blue and clear.
Hair: Blonde touched with red, streaked with salt n' pepper. It is worn long about his shoulders, stringy at times, and always loose. The longest point touches between his shoulder-blades. It’s still pretty thick, though not as soft as it once was, with the tendency to fall into lax waves.
Skin tone: Medium tan, by virtue of sun and forge.
Build: Extremely tall, broad of shoulder and built. He's always been the muscular type, and has since worked hard to develop and train what he was given.
Tattoos: Upon his chest, a rising phoenix in black, its wings transformed into those of demon kind. His left forearm has a long claymore buried in a pile of skulls and back dropped by a setting sun. His right forearm appears to be a twin of the left, save the sword is different, shadowed and more edged... and there is no sun only darkness. This right arm tattoo has magic about it, if any are able to see into the mystical. It bears an aura of evil and extreme malice.
Clothing Description: Usually clothes of tans and creams, darker breeches secured with a heavy leather belt, button or laced shirt of a lighter color, tucked in and often sleeveless. Leather boots of buckskin lined with fur, and a matching coat of buckskin and lamb's wool if he feels inclined. He also owns a thick wool cloak of dark green with a triangle-shape of bear's fur along the shoulders. The guard hairs are still attached, giving it almost a 'hackles-raised' appearance.
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Weapons and Items of Interest
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Weapon Name: Illgirni
Weapon Outline: claidheamh mòr (claymore)
Average Dimensions
Length 213 cm (84"?)
Grip 38.1 cm (15")
Blade 175.26 cm (69") (5.75')
Weight (15 lb)
This is no small nor simple weapon, but one of legend, hand-forged by the master-sword smith himself in the depths and hatred of Oblivion. He named it "Illgrini" or "Malice" in the old tongues. This long ebon blade bears dark runes that light with green internal fire when its powers are made manifest. These powers will be detailed only in RP. One normally does not see this weapon, for it is stored through a blackguard spell within the tattoo of his right wrist.
Other Weapons:
He has a far more normal claymore, masterwork and skillfully made, that he uses typically. Adamantine blade, weighted two-hand grip, down-turned guard. Also, he carries a bundle of weapons he's made from place to place, offering them for sale as a part of his day's wages. One can expect the man to have a simple boot knife as well.
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History and Backstory
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((This is ages long and will take the player some time to detail out. I prefer to tell it through RP, though I may provide some hints here moving forward.))
Rumors: Raised by Marcus Denton. Was a POW following the fall of Cyrodil.
Edited Jun 29, 2014 at 12:44 AM by 0