Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140901122131/@comment-24587225-20140902025820

Name: Tristwyn the Stormcaller

Race: Breton

Gender: Male

Appearance: This

Age: 35

Apparel: This armor, Ebony shield.

Weapons: Blackglass Sword (Found on Endrynn), This Sword and Dwarven Black Bow (It's not THE Dwarven Black Bow of Fate, it simply has the same looks)

Major Skills(3 max): One-Handed, Block, Heavy Armor.

Minor Skills(3 max): Smithing, Archery.

Powers: Dragonskin, Storm Call.

Spells(8 max): None

Bio: Having been taken to the Greybeards at the age of 10, he refused to start learning with the easier shouts, such as Unrelenting Force and Disarm, and decided to start with the one he found out the most interesting: Storm Call. But as the years passed, he got bored with High Hrothgar's quietness, the learning of the Shout being the only thing that kept him there. As he learned it, he ran away, and became a mercenary that would be known for his Shout, being called "the Stormcaller". He was living a drunk mercenary's life at Windhelm, when the Ice Draugrs attacked, and was drunk at the time, so he didn't stand a chance. Luckily, a member of the guild (*cough* Endrynn *cough*) rescued him while he was fainting (There's a post of mine at Part VII, with Endrynn saying he'd look for more survivors). As the invasion ended, he woke up and saw Endrynn's body, left for dead. He decided that the Mer deserved a worthy burial, (If you ain't gonna do it, I am) and his mentality suffered a strong change. He wasn't a drunk anymore, (although he still drinks) and decided that running away from the Greybeards had stained his honor, and went back to them (not before picking up Endrynn's Glass Sword, which somehow he knew that was important). Sadly, the Greybeards did not accept him back, and so he, at last, joined the ones his savior fought along with.