Name: Frelsari
Age: 31
Home Universe: The Elder Scrolls
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (intoxicated), Neutral Good (sober)
Personality: He's drunk. Like half the time. Getting drunk does help with fighting dragons and the madness of Skyrim. As such, Frel is usually very aggressive, even more than what is considered normal for a Nord warrior. However, he is surprisingly eloquent when sober (which is very rarely), and will engage in jolly cooperation when the situation gets desperate.
Appearance:
(Note that he doesn't wear a helmet, and thus his head is shown. He has messy and unkempt brown hair with some stubble, and blue eyes that glow violet from his dragon soul.)
History: Frel was just a normal hobo that nobody liked living in the area around Dawnstar. He made a living selling random alchemy ingredients to shop owners there. He got caught after trying to steal forty sweetrolls (which is terrible) and a ton more bottles of alcohol, and was sent to be executed along with that asshole Ulfric Stormcloak. Thankfully, the idiot dragon god Alduin conveniently swooped in and basically saved his life. Frel then decided to make a run for it, managing to take several mead bottles along the way. After a stupidly long trek to Whiterun later, he was given a quest to retrieve a dragonstone or some bullshit. Then after that he killed a dragon and discovered his identity as the Last Dragonborn, a legendary prophesied dragonslaying badass destined to save all of Nirn from evil. Also, a physical incarnation of the dragon god of time, Akatosh, technically making him a demigod. After climbing his way to the top of the food chain metaphorically and literally (he eats the souls of dragons for breakfast), and murdering Alduin so hard he fucking exploded, he decided to buy a piece of property in Whiterun and settle down. He used the rest of his newfound wealth to buy tons of alcohol.
Powers: Knows every single Thu'um available, and is fairly skilled with magic. He can also transform into a Blood Dragon, having fully mastered control of his dragon soul.
Items: Two-handed Dawnbreaker, a legendary Daedric sword. The legendary sword of the Daedric prince Meridia. Dawnbreaker bears a unique enchantment called "Meridia's Retribution" that works similar to soul trap in that each hit infects the target for ten seconds. If the target is killed within that time, it may explode. Target only explodes if undead.
Ebony bow and Daedric arrows
Strengths: Frel is a ruthlessly efficient warrior, capable of cutting through whole swaths of enemies with little effort. He has fully mastered the Thu'um, making him one of the most powerful warriors on all of Nirn. Just don't touch his stash.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, due to his alcoholism, he lacks social skills, and is usually seen passed out in a secluded corner.
Friends:Mead, alcohol, Sanguine, Paarthurnax
Enemies: Everyone else
Other: Don't fucking touch his mead.
Age: 31
Home Universe: The Elder Scrolls
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (intoxicated), Neutral Good (sober)
Personality: He's drunk. Like half the time. Getting drunk does help with fighting dragons and the madness of Skyrim. As such, Frel is usually very aggressive, even more than what is considered normal for a Nord warrior. However, he is surprisingly eloquent when sober (which is very rarely), and will engage in jolly cooperation when the situation gets desperate.
Appearance:
(Note that he doesn't wear a helmet, and thus his head is shown. He has messy and unkempt brown hair with some stubble, and blue eyes that glow violet from his dragon soul.)
History: Frel was just a normal hobo that nobody liked living in the area around Dawnstar. He made a living selling random alchemy ingredients to shop owners there. He got caught after trying to steal forty sweetrolls (which is terrible) and a ton more bottles of alcohol, and was sent to be executed along with that asshole Ulfric Stormcloak. Thankfully, the idiot dragon god Alduin conveniently swooped in and basically saved his life. Frel then decided to make a run for it, managing to take several mead bottles along the way. After a stupidly long trek to Whiterun later, he was given a quest to retrieve a dragonstone or some bullshit. Then after that he killed a dragon and discovered his identity as the Last Dragonborn, a legendary prophesied dragonslaying badass destined to save all of Nirn from evil. Also, a physical incarnation of the dragon god of time, Akatosh, technically making him a demigod. After climbing his way to the top of the food chain metaphorically and literally (he eats the souls of dragons for breakfast), and murdering Alduin so hard he fucking exploded, he decided to buy a piece of property in Whiterun and settle down. He used the rest of his newfound wealth to buy tons of alcohol.
Powers: Knows every single Thu'um available, and is fairly skilled with magic. He can also transform into a Blood Dragon, having fully mastered control of his dragon soul.
Items: Two-handed Dawnbreaker, a legendary Daedric sword. The legendary sword of the Daedric prince Meridia. Dawnbreaker bears a unique enchantment called "Meridia's Retribution" that works similar to soul trap in that each hit infects the target for ten seconds. If the target is killed within that time, it may explode. Target only explodes if undead.
Ebony bow and Daedric arrows
Strengths: Frel is a ruthlessly efficient warrior, capable of cutting through whole swaths of enemies with little effort. He has fully mastered the Thu'um, making him one of the most powerful warriors on all of Nirn. Just don't touch his stash.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, due to his alcoholism, he lacks social skills, and is usually seen passed out in a secluded corner.
Friends:Mead, alcohol, Sanguine, Paarthurnax
Enemies: Everyone else
Other: Don't fucking touch his mead.