Rivern Angurak
Age:
Nineteen. (19)
Appearance:
When one looks at Rivern's form, a multitude of observations could be made on his pure physical and outmost layer. Rivern's skin is a dusty, yet fair tanned color that represents the number of hardships and elemental damage, both natural and combative, he has taken over the years. His physique is a natural balance between muscular and slender, made for both agility, nimbleness, and swiftness with sinewy yet taut and wiry muscles for a small enhancement of strength. Rivern's face is naturally set into a permanent, serious frown, small wrinkles on the corner of his lips only making the serious facade look even more sincere, along with jagged, angry-red scars that tears from between his eyebrows and right over his lips, ending near the bottom of his chin. Wild, yet determined and focused teal eyes, sharply curved eyebrows, and long, messy black hair is the only other noticeable features on his face and head, his slim, elven jawline and cheekbones cleanly shaved.
Rivern's apparel isn't the most unusual that's been seen in this realm. He's usually, and by usually I mean he's never seen without his travelling cloak - A long, gray, battle-tattered, and durable coat made of some sort of thin material, something tanned with both leather and cotton cloth. It's designed with a chainmill-protected hood that's matted with black, warm fur, with the lip of the hood pulled down to leave Rivern's face hidden in shadows, with his scarred lower face also hidden by a tight gray half-mask. The cloak acts much like a protective cape/hood combo as well. It is clasped at the collarbone by a mottled gray shackle, locking it into place onto Rivern's armor and other clothing, providing the man with a lethal, mysterious image.
Underneath the durable material, Rivern wears protective, light-weighted gear that provides an equal amount of protection and mobility. A leather tunic, matted with gray wolf fur and padded cotton cloth acts as his chest-piece, with numerous pockets and pouches sewn into the dependable armor for misc. things such as canteens, hunting knives, and throwing knives. A small length of mottled gray chain dips around at random intervals, hooked with fangs of treasure and trophy - bear claws, shark fangs, and even a rather impressive figure of the large, razor-sharp molar of a wolverine. It's skin-tight in it's fitting, though there's an extra layer of leather and chainmail, greased to not restrict agility or silence, hidden under the first layer, to provide protection from both the cold and the piercing and slashing prowess of both swords and arrows alike. His leather grieves are made of relatively the same material, sans the extra layer of chainmill and hardened, dried leather. It's mostly made for mobility and nimbleness, with greases cloth built around the ankles and knees. Boots, soft yet durable, takes up his final slot of armory equipment, with an extra layer of cotton cloth hidden under the soles for extra quietness and environmental protection.
Race:
Bosmer/Wood Elf
Personality:
Rivern...
Former Job:
Hunter - he basically traveled throughout the world, hunting whatever creature he could find, and selling their hides/meat to different merchants and peddlers. It wasn't the most high-paying job...not even close, but it gave him enough gold for when the occasion called for it.
Backstory:
In a land far, far away, the Ogre, Shrek...
Skills:
Rivern is a swift and effective archer when it comes down to it, and years of hunting game has given him a keen eye and nimble fingers. Although he doesn't do any silly or arrogant things such as trickshots or three-sixty no-scopes, he is reliable when ranged attacks are a necessity. He has spent, for the most part, his whole life in the wilderness, relying only on himself for food, shelter, and clothing. Because of this, he is also an experienced hunter when it comes to getting food, and knows of many herbs for both eating and injuries. Hours following prey and sneaking through trees and bush has made his footsteps naturally quiet, and he moves with a certain caution, as if everyone around him is a beast waiting to strike, or to be stricken. An efficient tracker, which is further helped by the natural speed, agility, and nimbleness most Wood Elves boasts. Rivern knows the basics of wielding a dagger, or knife, and prefers the subtle, yet lethal danger the small, yet sharp and deadly knives contains, rather than clunky warhammers or swords.
Weaknesses:
- Rivern isn't the best, socially, and it's easy for him to unknowingly offend others with his nature and personality.
- Lacks the skill and stature to wield larger weapons.
Equipment:
Rivern keeps an assortment of different items located on his person, but prefers to keep it light. His pride and joy, a bow that he so lovingly dubbed 'Bow', is one of his most prized possessions. Made from the peeled wood of a yew tree, and dyed a mottled mixture of black and brown for camo purposes, the bow provides light movement, easy aiming, and durable string made from corded silk and arachnid thread. Subtle iron engravings have been smelted into the wood, allowing the bow to be lethal if used to bludgeon something, or someone, who has gotten too close. A quiver, made of leather and cotton, sits under the bow, filled to the brim with steel-tipped arrows that are locked into place inside the quiver until removed by Rivern, to avoid and noisy mishaps.
Other than that, Rivern keeps an assortment of different herbs and roots located in pouches on his cloak, along with a dirk he keeps sheathed in his right sleeve, tied to a long string of wire for retrieving purposes. A few vials of home-made poisons are kept cautiously in Rivern's travelling pack, a dyed leather bag tied tightly to the small of the elf's back, which also contains dried beef and a canteen of water.
Other:
Work in Progress.
