NAME: Fendryn Omaren
RACE: Dunmer
GENDER: Male
AGE: 27
BIRTHSIGN: The Steed
HEIGHT: 6'2
APPEARANCE: Fendryn naturally has a lean body. There is hardly a bit of fat on him but that could be due to his diet and upbringing. He has a thick mop of black hair that is messily pushed back, sometimes it's put into a ponytail when he's trying to make himself look presentable. On his cheeks the start of a beard can be seen but is still patchy. He has a slightly pointed chin and big nose but even with these features he's still handsome for a Dunmer. Like all Dark Elves his skin is a slate gray and his eyes are red and his pointed ears stick out of his hair. In his left ear he has ten black gems pierced starting from the top of his ear to the lobe.
EQUIPMENT: Fendryn always wears a leather jerkin over some light iron ringmail. The Jerkin doesn't really offer much protection, but it looks well made and was personally made in the Dunmer style. With the bottom half of his he just wears plain leather graves and boots with a massive, thick olive green olive cloak draped over him, the bottom is ragged and covered in mud as it drapes the floor. On his left hip is a finely made curved steel Long sword custom made to have a larger grip so he can grab it with both hands and on his right is an iron skinning knife. He has a pouch of iron arrows attached to his back and tied to the bottom of that is a bed roll, there is 30 gold septims hidden in the bed roll. He always keeps a pouch of water with him. Fendryn always carries his hunting bow with him.
PERSONALITY: Fendryn is a lot more outgoing than most Dunmers and will interact with everyone and doesn't look down at them like they are a lesser race, but he is very proud to be a Dunmer and would likely get in a fight when his pride is on the line. He likes to have a laugh and listen to stories and songs.
WEAKNESSES: Due to his families poor upbringing, he didn't really have the right diet for someone his size making him not as strong as other people. Also he has a warped image of his family ancestry believing his family would be a lot more respected among other Dunmers. He doesn't really have much real world experience having lived a sheltered upbringing and has never been in a true battle before. He has grown up being taught to hate Argonians by everyone in his village.
SKILL REPERTOIRE: Expert with a blade, A journeyman in marksman, athletics and also in speech. An apprentice in destruction, sneaking and light armour.
POLITICAL AFFILIATIONS: Sides with the Empire but no official ties.
GUILD AFFILIATIONS: None
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BACKSTORY: Fendryn was raised in a small community just outside of Cheydinhal that was created by his Grandfather and a few other fellow Dunmers who had to flee from Vvardenfell after the Red Mountain erupted. They sold their possessions that they managed to flee with and bought a small piece of land North of Cheydinhal. Slowly the homestead started to evolve into a farming community to make money but the lands they owned weren't really made to grow crops and raise animals so they didn't have much.
Fendryn was the fifth and the youngest child to his mother and father, Anis and Uryn. He was the first and only son they had and from an early age his father expected a lot from him. Uryn used to tell stories to Fendryn about how great and powerful their family used to be in Vvardenfell. He made Fendryn believe that it was up to him to regain everything that their family had lost. After they'd finished their jobs for the day, Uryn taught his son how to use a sword. With Uryn being naturally slim as well he taught Fendryn how to use his speed rather than brute strength to defeat his opponent. Once a week they used to go off hunting together, but the only animals that lived in the surrounding areas were rabbits and squirrels. The meat didn't really stretch far between everyone in the community but it was appreciated, it also made Fendryn good with a bow and to be able to go through the woods unseen. His mother tried to teach him some spells when she got time with him but he never really took to it only learning how to cast a simple fire spell.
As Fendryn started to get older, he started to get bored of being a farmer and his Father didn't want him to stay around as well knowing that his son wouldn't be able to make their family rich again, he allowed him to leave to travel. With the growing tensions in Skyrim with the Empire and the Nords, Fendryn knew the Empire would be looking for more men and being in the army was an easy way to make money.
The day before he was set to leave, his father gave him a sword and a leather cuirass that had been specially designed by a Dunmer who lived in Cheydinhal. He'd used money that he'd been putting away for his son for years. In the morning he set off going down the blue road.
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