mkfreak123Jun 28, 2015Jun 28, 2015 at 01:35 AM
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ESO @name: @mkfreak123
Character Name: Laegor (Laegor Horthian)
Race: Bosmer
Age: 35 (But contracted vampirism at 32 and cured it at 33)
Sex: Male
Martial Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Afflictions: He was afflicted with vampirism but he's been recently cured.
Physical Description
Laegor is an average sized Wood Elf, about 5'8, and weighs roughly 150lbs. His skin is a yellowish bronze. He has deep wrinkles on is forehead and around his mouth from all of the smiling he does. His eyes were once a deep verdant color (but have since turned a dark red) and his hair a dirty blonde. He has very high cheek bones and a thin jaw line. A scar runs along his face from his sunken brows down to his cheek. He's rather slender, not fat but also not skinny, its a sort of athletic build.
Personality:
Laegor keeps to himself mostly but has a knack for getting himself in trouble whether he wants it or not. He's known to be very playful, always laughing and having a good time. Though he's a sad sort and can be seen basking in solitude and looking very solemn. Though you'll find him making drinks and cracking jokes and abiding the law (during the day at least)
Likes:
-Traversing the forest of Valenwood
-Making love
-Jokes and those with great humor
-The smell of leather
Dislikes:
-Having been bit by a vampire
-Cages and boats
-Orcs
-Khajiit
Strengths:
-Elusive
-Adaptable
-Keen eyed and accurate with a bow
-Has an undying stamina
-Finds home wherever he is
Weaknesses:
-Avoids crowds
-Not very strong
-Acts without thought
-Has the urge to fight randomly
-Vampire (No one knows)
-His endearing lust for the female flesh and blood
Why he joined the Dominion: He was in love with a woman who worked for the dominion and decided to join to be closer to her.
Background
March 17th, an elf was bore by Almárean Horthian and Erulissë Castiel- His name is Laegor Horthian, He was born in Valenwood, east of the Summerset Isles and west of Elyswer, he is a Bosmer. Bosmer is an Elvish word for wood elf and as wood elves we are thought to be less wise then the other Mer such as the High Elves of Auridon and the Dark Elves of Morrowind. However they make up for their wisdom in their physical prowess and connection with the trees and as a child his prowess stood out among the other Bosmer. He use to divert himself by climbing the trees and exercising deep in the forest, none saw him save his father and with this foresight he saw great things.
He began working on tactical survival, archery and other martial arts- his father yearning him not to abdicate. The early trials in his long life were of nothing but training and discipline, his character slowly developing from it. He began competing in marksmen competitions and sparring with other elves of his village, most notable,Fëanor, Champion Fighter of Eldenroot. They had fierce battle's pitting the Eastern-styled Carromeleg against his more Western-styled Blade Song.
On one such occasion something unbelievable happened: "Hello there, Laegor" Fëanor says gingerly, bowing. "Ready yourself, Feanor." Laegor's left hand opens up and is held out in front of him, his right hand clenched and tucked to the side. Feanor's hands mock that of wielding a blade. They began to circle each other, their eyes locked in a heated struggle to take initiative. Feanor jerks forward, exposing his vain feint, colliding himself with the heel of Laegor's right foot. He reels back in astonishment and resets his hands- his smug face is removed and laced with affliction. Laegor speaks up "So tell me, Feanor, who is your Blade Song instructor?". Puzzled Feanor responds "Oh, I teach myself, Laegor." he looked at him queerly, "The one who teaches himself, has a fool for a master." Feanor smiled, "Then let this fool show you how it's done". He let's off a shrill cry as he dashes toward Laegor, moving his hands fluidly the palms become fist and meet his face. Laegor twirls, trying to regain himself. His stance drops and his face begins to bruise- it seems he underestimated this mer. Feanor wiped his hands vaingloriously as he approached him, gaping at his handy work. "So, a fool huh?" The empty forest around him then suddenly seems to stop and everything stands still. The dew dripping from the leaves stay waylaid, the light peering through the cracks in the canopy stay shone, the wind settles and the creatures halt. Even the champion in all his glory stands motionless. Laegor for a moment feels the cosmos drift about him: reds, yellows, purples, and pinks amalgamate while dismal stars illuminate the colors. He begins to hear a music unlike anything he's ever heard before, the sounds of horns and voices rising about him, spiritual like beings begin to take shape playing their music as if that's been what they have done since the beginning.
That vision stayed with him even now in his older years. He assumed it a gift of foresight by some higher power but has not since seen another like it. At 32 he was met by a strange Orsimer by the name of Par'kor. He had ashen skin and eyes of red, he surprised Laegor and bit into his flesh. He convulses violently and was left, that night his life changed as he had become a vampire. He hides it from all and is deeply embarrassed by it, no one to this day knows his dark secret.
Character Name: Laegor (Laegor Horthian)
Race: Bosmer
Age: 35 (But contracted vampirism at 32 and cured it at 33)
Sex: Male
Martial Status: Divorced
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Afflictions: He was afflicted with vampirism but he's been recently cured.
Physical Description
Laegor is an average sized Wood Elf, about 5'8, and weighs roughly 150lbs. His skin is a yellowish bronze. He has deep wrinkles on is forehead and around his mouth from all of the smiling he does. His eyes were once a deep verdant color (but have since turned a dark red) and his hair a dirty blonde. He has very high cheek bones and a thin jaw line. A scar runs along his face from his sunken brows down to his cheek. He's rather slender, not fat but also not skinny, its a sort of athletic build.
Personality:
Laegor keeps to himself mostly but has a knack for getting himself in trouble whether he wants it or not. He's known to be very playful, always laughing and having a good time. Though he's a sad sort and can be seen basking in solitude and looking very solemn. Though you'll find him making drinks and cracking jokes and abiding the law (during the day at least)
Likes:
-Traversing the forest of Valenwood
-Making love
-Jokes and those with great humor
-The smell of leather
Dislikes:
-Having been bit by a vampire
-Cages and boats
-Orcs
-Khajiit
Strengths:
-Elusive
-Adaptable
-Keen eyed and accurate with a bow
-Has an undying stamina
-Finds home wherever he is
Weaknesses:
-Avoids crowds
-Not very strong
-Acts without thought
-Has the urge to fight randomly
-Vampire (No one knows)
-His endearing lust for the female flesh and blood
Why he joined the Dominion: He was in love with a woman who worked for the dominion and decided to join to be closer to her.
Background
March 17th, an elf was bore by Almárean Horthian and Erulissë Castiel- His name is Laegor Horthian, He was born in Valenwood, east of the Summerset Isles and west of Elyswer, he is a Bosmer. Bosmer is an Elvish word for wood elf and as wood elves we are thought to be less wise then the other Mer such as the High Elves of Auridon and the Dark Elves of Morrowind. However they make up for their wisdom in their physical prowess and connection with the trees and as a child his prowess stood out among the other Bosmer. He use to divert himself by climbing the trees and exercising deep in the forest, none saw him save his father and with this foresight he saw great things.
He began working on tactical survival, archery and other martial arts- his father yearning him not to abdicate. The early trials in his long life were of nothing but training and discipline, his character slowly developing from it. He began competing in marksmen competitions and sparring with other elves of his village, most notable,Fëanor, Champion Fighter of Eldenroot. They had fierce battle's pitting the Eastern-styled Carromeleg against his more Western-styled Blade Song.
On one such occasion something unbelievable happened: "Hello there, Laegor" Fëanor says gingerly, bowing. "Ready yourself, Feanor." Laegor's left hand opens up and is held out in front of him, his right hand clenched and tucked to the side. Feanor's hands mock that of wielding a blade. They began to circle each other, their eyes locked in a heated struggle to take initiative. Feanor jerks forward, exposing his vain feint, colliding himself with the heel of Laegor's right foot. He reels back in astonishment and resets his hands- his smug face is removed and laced with affliction. Laegor speaks up "So tell me, Feanor, who is your Blade Song instructor?". Puzzled Feanor responds "Oh, I teach myself, Laegor." he looked at him queerly, "The one who teaches himself, has a fool for a master." Feanor smiled, "Then let this fool show you how it's done". He let's off a shrill cry as he dashes toward Laegor, moving his hands fluidly the palms become fist and meet his face. Laegor twirls, trying to regain himself. His stance drops and his face begins to bruise- it seems he underestimated this mer. Feanor wiped his hands vaingloriously as he approached him, gaping at his handy work. "So, a fool huh?" The empty forest around him then suddenly seems to stop and everything stands still. The dew dripping from the leaves stay waylaid, the light peering through the cracks in the canopy stay shone, the wind settles and the creatures halt. Even the champion in all his glory stands motionless. Laegor for a moment feels the cosmos drift about him: reds, yellows, purples, and pinks amalgamate while dismal stars illuminate the colors. He begins to hear a music unlike anything he's ever heard before, the sounds of horns and voices rising about him, spiritual like beings begin to take shape playing their music as if that's been what they have done since the beginning.
That vision stayed with him even now in his older years. He assumed it a gift of foresight by some higher power but has not since seen another like it. At 32 he was met by a strange Orsimer by the name of Par'kor. He had ashen skin and eyes of red, he surprised Laegor and bit into his flesh. He convulses violently and was left, that night his life changed as he had become a vampire. He hides it from all and is deeply embarrassed by it, no one to this day knows his dark secret.
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