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Name: Thranlem
Race: Bosmer
Gender: Male
Family Origins: Thranlem was born in Western Cyrodiil, colloquially known as Colovia in 4E 86, primarily being raised in the rich farmland of the West Weald and the open ranges of the Imperial Reserve, near the city of Skingrad.
Appearance: Thranlem is tall for a Bosmer, standing at 5'4. Physically, he is a lean yet muscled man; an indicator of an active lifestyle for the majority of his life. His hair is a light brown, typically worn in a short military cut. His eyes are a light green color. Thranlem has a clear farmer's tan, his arms, legs, and head being a much darker tan than his chest, which is primarily a light tan. His face bears clear lines lf aging, the dawning of middle age is beginning to show on his face.
Age: 120
Equipment:
- Leather Armor
- Leather Bracers
- Leather Greaves
- Leather Boots
- Eleven Bow
- 30 Steel Arrows
- Steel Short sword
- Steel Dagger
Miscellanea:
- 1 Week Rations
- Skinning Knife
- Cleaning Knife
- Bedroll
- Journal
- Inkwell & Quill
- 15 Lockpicks
- 5 Healing Potions
- 5 Stamina Potions
Favored Skills:
- Archery - Highly Proficient
- Stealth - Moderately Proficient
- One Handed (Blade specialty) - Moderately Proficient
- Light Armor - Moderately Proficient
- Alchemy - Somewhat Proficient
- Hand-to-Hand Combat - Somewhat Proficient
- Lockpicking - Somewhat Proficient
Background and a "brief" history: Thranlem was born on the 15th of First Seed in 4E 86, the second son of a pair of Bosmeri migrants. Raised primarily on the border between the West Weald and Imperial Reserve, Thranlem was not raised under the tenets of the Green Pact that characterized the majority of Bosmer within the borders of Valenwood, given the necessity of consuming plant matter for basic survival, let alone thriving.
Thranlem's father, Morril, taught him the skills necessary to hunt on the ranges of the Imperial Reserve along with his brothers, with the occasional excursion to the Great Forest. It was here that Thranlem came into his own, the slow creep of the hunt...the feel of hunting his prey. He enjoyed the hunt, utilizing his bow and his skill to provide for himself as well as his family was an accomplishment to him, and he took pride in it, honing his skill in archery to a fine point, as well as his stealth skills, though those skills were ultimately relegated to a support role.
When he was 18 years old, Thranlem's father died, passing on his land to his eldest son, giving the family bow to Thranlem. For several years afterwards, Thranlem plied his skills as a mercenary in the employ of the Fighter's Guild in Skingrad. Jobs in the city primarily consisted of purging local goblin populations (a consistent problem in the area around Skingrad), as well as handling the occasional escaped convict. It was relatively exhilarating work for Thranlem, but he ultimately left the Fighter's Guild following a dispute with a fellow member over Thranlem's conduct.
Leaving the Fighter's Guild at the age of 25, Thranlem became an independent mercenary, mostly working security details for paranoid nobles. For him, it was monotonous work, but he did pick up a few things along the way. A regular client of his gave him a decent deal of insight into the world of Alchemy, teaching him the basics of how to make your typical health potion. However, Thranlem didn't feel particularly satisfied with his field of work and, ultimately, joined the Legion after two years of independent mercenary work.
Thranlem learned much from the Legion. Much more than he could have possibly imagined. Close quarters combat, primarily. Blades and his hands were the primary focus. He learned the finer points of how to fight with a blade, and the rudiments of hand-to-hand combat, though, he was under the assumption that those would be a bit of a waste, considering the fact that he was serving with a scout/ranger cohort. Of course, then again, he really hadn't anticipated the Great War.
The Great War lead to an entirely new world for Thranlem. His life was practically always spent on either the front lines or on a long-range scouting assignment behind enemy lines. The majority of his time during the War was spent in Southern Cyrodiil, performing recon and sabotage mission on the Khajiti and Altmeri forces that occupied Leyawiin and Bravil. At least, that was prior to the Sack of the Imperial City. Following that, his cohort was used to scout out the Altmer in Central Cyrodiil, acting as a vanguard of Mede's southward-bound northern Legions.
The end of Thranlem's fight, however, did not in fact come with the signing of the White-Gold Concordat. Thranlem and his cohort were a part of the forces that pushed southward to pacify the reclaimed territory of Leyawiin and Bravil. The After five years of putting down marauder fiefdoms, Khajiti guerrillas, and bandit skooma rings, their work was completed. Though, it was not with a small price, Thranlem's unit suffered many casualties in the pacification effort.
Following the pacification, Thranlem's cohort was reassigned to High Rock, widely regarded as a relatively relaxing assignment, usually for units that needed to see a reprieve following harder action in the Great War. This, however, is distinctly contrasted by the actions of corsairs in 4E 188 with the Sacking of Wayrest. Thranlem's cohort aided in the reconstruction effort, riding out the remainder of the Second Century of the Fourth Era in Wayrest, consistently vigilant for another attack from the corsairs.
The beginnings of the Third Century brought the end of Thranlem's peaceful vigil in western High Rock, whirling he and his cohort into the throes of Skyrim's Civil War. Thranlem primarily spent time all across the theater, seeing action in the Defense of Whiterun, the assault on Riften, and actions in The Reach scouting Forsworn movements and encampments. Following the Stormcloak Rebellion, Thranlem served as part of the "transitional forces" that kept the peace in Skyrim following the defeat of the Stormcloak Rebellion.
Thranlem's cohort was recalled to the Imperial City in 4E 202, manning the walls. That was, of course, until the auroras came. As the auroras shone down upon he and his companions, they grew into the disciplined lap dogs of Emperor Felix Mede. Things came to a head when the Sons of Skyrim launched the Siege of Storms, instigating a three-way conflict in the Imperial City. Thranlem's memories of the Great War and the Stormcloak Rebellion came whizzing back...The City burned as the weight of three forces came to a clash.
In the days following, Thranlem left the Legion after 93 years of service with the rank of Centurion. He then made his way west to Skingrad, taking up lockpicking and joining the Thieves' Guild as a burglar. Of course, now the Dwemer are back, as well as the Dominion. Thranlem has decided to move out one last time, and take the fight to the Dwemer as well as the Aldmeri Dominion. Whether or not he is successful, well...that much is up to fate.
Fighting Style: Typically, Thranlem likes to act as a scout/skirmisher, utilizing his abilities in stealth and efficient use of the bow to deliver a rapid but light engagement with the enemy, enticing them towards the greater group in an ambush.
Personality: Thranlem is a man of a mostly jovial attitude, despite the fact that he has seen some of the more...disturbing aspects of merish and human nature. He holds a dark sense of humor about him, and is quite talkative. He enjoys the company of others, and makes it a point to operate with a group when he can, though he is prone to flights of whimsy and the feeling of wanting to be a "lone wolf" so to speak. He holds a deep distrust for the Altmer, primarily due to his experiences during the Great War, but also for their involvement in the pacification campaigns of southern Cyrodiil. This distrust, coupled with bad experiences, has caused Thranlem to develop racist tendencies towards the Altmer, a somewhat paradoxical counterpart to the Thalmor.
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