NAME: Mitva "Brass-Boned" Hjal
GENDER: Female
AGE: 25
RACE: Nord Werewolf
RANK/ROLE/OCCUPATION: Outcast
STAR-SIGN: Sign of the Warrior
RELIGION: Mehrunes Dagon
KIN:
"Smell that on the air? The hunt's on, boys!"
Mitva was always an odd one, even among the communities. She was never considered 'Womanly', but being rather barbaric in nature. And the attire went to suit just as well. That is not to say, Mitva is by no means an idiot in her nature though crude as it may be. Clad with bright pink hair, dyed through a secret mixtures of fruits used to stain her usually dark brunette hair, and eyes of a Bosmer, she is actually a Nord werewolf. Thanks to these genes flowing in her veins, Mitva is unusually big, at least for a woman, being a healthy six foot one and a hefty two hundred pounds. But as a werewolf, she's well over seven foot nine with nearly four hundred pounds on the frame. Her biological features tend to carry over from the Werewolf form to her human, with longer nails and far sharper teeth that she does intentionally file to a point. Clad in little more then decorative rags with a large belt on her waist to depict the Clan she was born from; the Brass-Boned. Though on her back are decorative tattoos, depicting battles and war-badges in the forms of brands and sigils. The Brass-Boned emblem rests at the back of her neck... A clan she bears no resemblence to anymore. With a personality of a barbarian, Mitva is still rationally minded, merely violent in nature with her large serrated axe. Any other weapons she'd use is often scavenged from a skirmish or used as a short term weapon to be discarded later. Born nearly twenty five years ago, Mitva grew up relatively normal till her teenaged years with the encounter of the Werewolves. Fromt here it went downhill rapidly from there, as it started with the killings that lead up to her worship of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric prince of War and murder. And from there, she lives to little more then cause havoc, earn a few septims along the way, and kill some others. She's now only twenty five, carrying her enchanted axe with fire, Mitva's only other real defense is her ring designed as a small skull and enchanted to boost her health. The only enchantments Mitva even bothers to acknowledge is the stamina fortification on her clothing meant to keep the woman in the fight longer. Of course Mitva does have goals to possibly settle down and start a pack of her own, but those seem too slow and lengthy for the young woman. For now, she seems content with being a murderer and general sociopath.
GENDER: Female
AGE: 25
RACE: Nord Werewolf
RANK/ROLE/OCCUPATION: Outcast
STAR-SIGN: Sign of the Warrior
RELIGION: Mehrunes Dagon
KIN:
"Smell that on the air? The hunt's on, boys!"
Mitva was always an odd one, even among the communities. She was never considered 'Womanly', but being rather barbaric in nature. And the attire went to suit just as well. That is not to say, Mitva is by no means an idiot in her nature though crude as it may be. Clad with bright pink hair, dyed through a secret mixtures of fruits used to stain her usually dark brunette hair, and eyes of a Bosmer, she is actually a Nord werewolf. Thanks to these genes flowing in her veins, Mitva is unusually big, at least for a woman, being a healthy six foot one and a hefty two hundred pounds. But as a werewolf, she's well over seven foot nine with nearly four hundred pounds on the frame. Her biological features tend to carry over from the Werewolf form to her human, with longer nails and far sharper teeth that she does intentionally file to a point. Clad in little more then decorative rags with a large belt on her waist to depict the Clan she was born from; the Brass-Boned. Though on her back are decorative tattoos, depicting battles and war-badges in the forms of brands and sigils. The Brass-Boned emblem rests at the back of her neck... A clan she bears no resemblence to anymore. With a personality of a barbarian, Mitva is still rationally minded, merely violent in nature with her large serrated axe. Any other weapons she'd use is often scavenged from a skirmish or used as a short term weapon to be discarded later. Born nearly twenty five years ago, Mitva grew up relatively normal till her teenaged years with the encounter of the Werewolves. Fromt here it went downhill rapidly from there, as it started with the killings that lead up to her worship of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric prince of War and murder. And from there, she lives to little more then cause havoc, earn a few septims along the way, and kill some others. She's now only twenty five, carrying her enchanted axe with fire, Mitva's only other real defense is her ring designed as a small skull and enchanted to boost her health. The only enchantments Mitva even bothers to acknowledge is the stamina fortification on her clothing meant to keep the woman in the fight longer. Of course Mitva does have goals to possibly settle down and start a pack of her own, but those seem too slow and lengthy for the young woman. For now, she seems content with being a murderer and general sociopath.
NAME: Kaine Xera
GENDER: Male
AGE: 632
RACE: Dunmer Vampire
RANK/ROLE/OCCUPATION: Outcast
STAR-SIGN: Sign of the Lord
RELIGION: Molag Bal, Boethiah, Namira
KIN: Unknown, possible distant relatives
An Ancient dark elf, whom resided deep in the snowy lands near Windhelm, had awoken once more. Frozen for two centuries, Until an unlucky Miner had opened up his coffin by mistake while searching for Iron ore. The pale, ebony clad being, had proceeded to feed on every ounce of blood the Miner had. The Vampire was known as Kaine Xera, and was imprisoned inside the ice by a group of hunters.
In the beginning, Kaine was the apprentice to an elderly Mage. For years, he had learned under this mage until he had slowly grew envious of him, and sought to surpass him. With each year that passed, Kaine had grown more and more Mad, his mind slipping into dangerous practices, causing him to try alternate means to grow stronger. Focusing his skills into the mastery of Alteration and Destruction, as well as Enchanting and Conjuration. He had wandered to a secluded cave, somewhere he would not be bothered while studying. Unbeknown to him, a fledgeling vampire had also made his home there.. and quickly ambushed Kaine, biting him on the shoulder from behind. In response to the surprise, Kaine had used a Paralysis spell to subdue the vampire before lunging his blade through it's chest, ripping out it's heart. Though he had killed the creature, it was too late, and he had already been bitten. Kaine locked himself in the cave in order to study, and slowly descended more into madness and dementia. Decades passed, and he had gone insane, believing himself to be far superior than even the most powerful of mages. He had terrorized many towns, and slaughtered many beings, earning a sour reputation with the ancient Dawnguard that had existed before it was first disbanded. Being powerful enough to withstand their occasional attacks, he had collected enough armor and weapons to wield a full set of ebony armor, which he had modified and enchanted to his liking. His Cuirass was enchanted to enhance his Alteration and Magicka, and his boots were made to fortify his stamina. An Amulet to enhance his body, healing and helping him survive. His helmet heals him even more than his amulet does, as well as a permanent 'Detect Life' effect, revealing the unfortunate souls he sets his eyes upon. A ring to help nullify his Vampiric weakness to fire, as well as enhance his Destruction spells. His Gloves give him extra strength, for melee combat, and his Sword wields the unholy enchantment of the 'Fiery Soul Trap', which burns his victim, as well as stealing it's soul upon death, as well as the 'Silent moon' enchantment that causes it to grow even stronger while the moon is out. Eventually, the Dawnguard had succeeded in cornering him in an Icy cave, where they forced him to seal himself away, until one day he was set free. The time is Now, he had been freed, and History has forgotten about him, and he plans on Reminding it.
GENDER: Male
AGE: 632
RACE: Dunmer Vampire
RANK/ROLE/OCCUPATION: Outcast
STAR-SIGN: Sign of the Lord
RELIGION: Molag Bal, Boethiah, Namira
KIN: Unknown, possible distant relatives
An Ancient dark elf, whom resided deep in the snowy lands near Windhelm, had awoken once more. Frozen for two centuries, Until an unlucky Miner had opened up his coffin by mistake while searching for Iron ore. The pale, ebony clad being, had proceeded to feed on every ounce of blood the Miner had. The Vampire was known as Kaine Xera, and was imprisoned inside the ice by a group of hunters.
In the beginning, Kaine was the apprentice to an elderly Mage. For years, he had learned under this mage until he had slowly grew envious of him, and sought to surpass him. With each year that passed, Kaine had grown more and more Mad, his mind slipping into dangerous practices, causing him to try alternate means to grow stronger. Focusing his skills into the mastery of Alteration and Destruction, as well as Enchanting and Conjuration. He had wandered to a secluded cave, somewhere he would not be bothered while studying. Unbeknown to him, a fledgeling vampire had also made his home there.. and quickly ambushed Kaine, biting him on the shoulder from behind. In response to the surprise, Kaine had used a Paralysis spell to subdue the vampire before lunging his blade through it's chest, ripping out it's heart. Though he had killed the creature, it was too late, and he had already been bitten. Kaine locked himself in the cave in order to study, and slowly descended more into madness and dementia. Decades passed, and he had gone insane, believing himself to be far superior than even the most powerful of mages. He had terrorized many towns, and slaughtered many beings, earning a sour reputation with the ancient Dawnguard that had existed before it was first disbanded. Being powerful enough to withstand their occasional attacks, he had collected enough armor and weapons to wield a full set of ebony armor, which he had modified and enchanted to his liking. His Cuirass was enchanted to enhance his Alteration and Magicka, and his boots were made to fortify his stamina. An Amulet to enhance his body, healing and helping him survive. His helmet heals him even more than his amulet does, as well as a permanent 'Detect Life' effect, revealing the unfortunate souls he sets his eyes upon. A ring to help nullify his Vampiric weakness to fire, as well as enhance his Destruction spells. His Gloves give him extra strength, for melee combat, and his Sword wields the unholy enchantment of the 'Fiery Soul Trap', which burns his victim, as well as stealing it's soul upon death, as well as the 'Silent moon' enchantment that causes it to grow even stronger while the moon is out. Eventually, the Dawnguard had succeeded in cornering him in an Icy cave, where they forced him to seal himself away, until one day he was set free. The time is Now, he had been freed, and History has forgotten about him, and he plans on Reminding it.