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"You have been touched by the abyss, kissed by the night, a veritable cancer of the soul. I'm sorry, but you cannot escape your fate, death-bringer.. Even the gods themselves are bound by the chains of destiny.."

"Your bare skin is deadly to all, as is your breath. Your existence is now flawed, child.. And there isn't a thing you can do about it.. Not one of us can.."

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Elf X Human? o.o! That's seriously my favorite. PM me maybe? :D
Hmm, well that seems reasonable. :D Just the idea of it is interesting. Also, posted.
Faric, also known as Snow Fox by a few, was striding through the forest of the Rift, on his way to Ivarstead to see what this group, so called "Dovahfeyn" is all about. Dragon Hunters? He had seen a few, but he always kept his distance. He had never heard anything pertaining to the the hunting and and killing of dragons. He had heard of Alduin through a book or two. "The World Eater". He shrugged his shoulders and stopped in his tracks to stretch his muscles and limbs. He slipped on his hood, as a cold, almost frigid breeze drifted through the forest. He began speaking to himself, more of a whisper than anything. "Dovahfeyn...." He said, the look in his eyes was serious and alert, but there was a hint of excitement on his face. "How many man or mer can say that they actually stalked, hunted and killed a dragon? What a glorious task to undertake. My arrows and magic thirst for draconic blood." He mumbled lowly, an almost sick and demented smile stretched across his face. "I'm glad that young man in Windhelm told me of this. Life was getting to be a bit dull." He looked up at the sky, clear as it could be. The sky was dotted with silvery-white stars that poked their face through the brilliant auroras that Faric loved to observe as the swirled and whisped their way through the pitch black Skyrim night sky. That was where he had to be, the Throat of the World. Sooner than later, he arrived in Ivarstead...but the inn was loud and boisterous, something alluded towards being full with no vacancy. "Damn it all...I guess it's another night with no sleep." Faric sighed and continued through the small little village toward that legendary Seven Thousand Steps; the gateway to his goal. Faric stopped just outside the village, up the steps and gathered enough dry wood for a fire and found a place where he would stay relatively dry if it decided to rain or snow tonight. After he got the fire lit, he laid out his bedroll and pulled out a book and began to read it. He recently picked up this book on Skyrim's vast history. It was about the Dragon Priests in specific. He perused the pages for any useful information for the rest of the night. When the sun brightened the crisp morning sky, he closed his book, packed up his bedroll and put out the fire before continuing up the mountain. Faric loved the morning, crisp air, clear skies, and most of all, great fishing and/or hunting. He smiled as he pulled out some bread and some cheese and began to nibble on it slowly. He heard the voice of someone farther along the ancient trail. "Aye, Breton." Am old Nord said, walking along with his staff for support. "Are you here for the Dragons as well? I would only assume. Not too many people walked all the way up the Steps before Alduin appeared." He asked, a wry smile visible through his thick, bright white beard. Faric removed his hood and retorted, "That's correct, old one. I figure they could use someone like me." He said lowly and serious in tone. "I see, I see. Well, judging by the bow on your back, I don't think they'll turn you down. Enjoy the trek up the mountain. It really is quite beautiful this time of day." "Pleasant travels upon you old one." Faric said with a small bow before he re quickened his pace to reach High Hrothgar by midnight at the latest.
Hmm, isn't Valerion a Lich of some sort? That would be pretty strange though. A very accomplished undead hunter getting to be friends with a Lich/Necromancer. I like it though, it's spicy!
Name: Faric (Snowfox) Phirienelle Age: 31 Race: Breton Class: Witchhunter. Faric is especially skilled with the bow and the destruction school of magic. He also has some experience with Enchanting, Restoration, Alteration and Stealth skills. His specialty is the tracking and elimination of the undead, warlocks, and bandits. However, when the battle gets up close and personal, he falls short. In short, Faric is basically a guerilla warrior, preferring to play with his enemies mind to get the best of them/it. Most recently he has applied his skills learned throughout a hard life towards ridding Tamriel of the draconic menace that now rampages across Skyrim. Appearance: Faric stands at about six foot even with a thin, yet toned build. Skin pale as fine porcelain, and black hair that drapes down his neck and back in thick, wild raven black locks. His eyes are a strange, bright almost luminescent amber color. Two thick, pink scars run from his left eye down his neck and at about mid chest, along with about ten years worth of wear and scars induced by undead hunting and ruin plundering. Faric walks with a silent, eerie stance fitting of his profession. Personality: Faric is strange. He lives a life with little no contact with anyone outside of Dovahfeyn, and even then he only communicates as much as he needs to. Due an existence alone and away from all man/mer contact his social skills are limited. He only speaks when spoken to, or if his opinion and thoughts are relevant to the situation at hand. However, if he feels anything is unjust, he will react in a very explosive and reactionary way. "Why let speak what you feel, when you can show it? Guaranteed to produce better results." He lives his life by that quote, something he has driven into his consciousness wholly. Bio/History:Faric was born into a family of undead/warlock hunters in High Rock. The family enjoyed significant prestige and honor among the royal families and merchant lords, for clearing the wilds of vampires, necromancers, and werewolves. This granted them a massive amount of wealth. At a young age, his mother and father put a bow in his hands and started his magical education, focusing on Destruction and Alteration, and just enough Restoration magic to keep himself alive if the need arose. All was well for the young, if very sheltered Breton. However, when Faric turned twenty-three, the long ancient vampire families decided to strike back at their greatest nuisance and enemy, the renowned Phirienelle clan. While Faric was out on a solo hunt/mission, his entire family was murdered in a brutal retaliation, inside the walls of Wayrest. When he returned, he found his home splattered and stained with the blood of the only people he had ever known. He decided to migrate to Skyrim, where he could start anew and continue his families honor and mission. Equipment/Gear: Faric is clad in a full set of Scaled Horn Armor, barring the helmet. A tan hood rests on his head instead. He is armed with an Ebony Bow he reclaimed from his father after he was killed. The bow is enchanted with a Damage Stamina augment which slows down the enemies movement. He also carries a simple steel dagger stuffed in his boot. On his neck is his families insignia, which is a raven atop a tree(the tree is similar to the Gildergreen in Whiterun)crafted out of onyx and diamond inlaid on a silver pendant. Other: Faric lives in a small cave just north of Windhelm, alone. He spends most of his time either meditating, training, or reading about the history of Tamriel. Surprisingly enough, he is very eloquent in his speech. As far as other people go, he may not have the best social skills, but he does know manners. He shows respect unless he given or shown a reason otherwise. (Will add more, if I deem it important.)
So, where would I fit in here? Just checking. I don't want to ruin anything lol.
Awesome! Gotta love them introverted sociopaths. :P
Here's my character. He's actually from a fanfiction of mine, but I figured he would be very entertaining to play with others. Awesome idea for a roleplay by the way. Name: Faric (Snowfox) Phirienelle Age: 31 Race: Breton Class: Witchhunter. Faric is especially skilled with the bow and the destruction school of magic. He also has some experience with Enchanting, Restoration, Alteration and Stealth skills. His specialty is the tracking and elimination of the undead, warlocks, and bandits. However, when the battle gets up close and personal, he falls short. In short, Faric is basically a guerilla warrior, preferring to play with his enemies mind to get the best of them/it. Most recently he has applied his skills learned throughout a hard life towards ridding Tamriel of the draconic menace that now rampages across Skyrim. Appearance: Faric stands at about six foot even with a thin, yet toned build. Skin pale as fine porcelain, and black hair that drapes down his neck and back in thick, wild raven black locks. His eyes are a strange, bright almost luminescent amber color. Two thick, pink scars run from his left eye down his neck and at about mid chest, along with about ten years worth of wear and scars induced by undead hunting and ruin plundering. Faric walks with a silent, eerie stance fitting of his profession. Personality: Faric is strange. He lives a life with little no contact with anyone outside of Dovahfeyn, and even then he only communicates as much as he needs to. Due an existence alone and away from all man/mer contact his social skills are limited. He only speaks when spoken to, or if his opinion and thoughts are relevant to the situation at hand. However, if he feels anything is unjust, he will react in a very explosive and reactionary way. "Why let speak what you feel, when you can show it? Guaranteed to produce better results." He lives his life by that quote, something he has driven into his consciousness wholly. Bio/History:Faric was born into a family of undead/warlock hunters in High Rock. The family enjoyed significant prestige and honor among the royal families and merchant lords, for clearing the wilds of vampires, necromancers, and werewolves. This granted them a massive amount of wealth. At a young age, his mother and father put a bow in his hands and started his magical education, focusing on Destruction and Alteration, and just enough Restoration magic to keep himself alive if the need arose. All was well for the young, if very sheltered Breton. However, when Faric turned twenty-three, the long ancient vampire families decided to strike back at their greatest nuisance and enemy, the renowned Phirienelle clan. While Faric was out on a solo hunt/mission, his entire family was murdered in a brutal retaliation, inside the walls of Wayrest. When he returned, he found his home splattered and stained with the blood of the only people he had ever known. He decided to migrate to Skyrim, where he could start anew and continue his families honor and mission. Equipment/Gear: Faric is clad in a full set of Scaled Horn Armor, barring the helmet. A tan hood rests on his head instead. He is armed with an Ebony Bow he reclaimed from his father after he was killed. The bow is enchanted with a Damage Stamina augment which slows down the enemies movement. He also carries a simple steel dagger stuffed in his boot. On his neck is his families insignia, which is a raven atop a tree(the tree is similar to the Gildergreen in Whiterun)crafted out of onyx and diamond inlaid on a silver pendant. Other: Faric lives in a small cave just north of Windhelm, alone. He spends most of his time either meditating, training, or reading about the history of Tamriel. Surprisingly enough, he is very eloquent in his speech. As far as other people go, he may not have the best social skills, but he does know manners. He shows respect unless he given or shown a reason otherwise. (Will add more, if I deem it important.)
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