Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140926141112

Name: Robin

Race: Breton

Age: Late teens (17-19)

Appearance: Short brown hair, green eyes, quite fare skin, average height and build of a young Breton male with slender fingers.

Class: Rogue ( Specialises in Archery/Alchemy/Daggers and illusion magic)

Spells(Max 8 and optional): Clairvoyance, Courage, Calm, Invisibility, Pacify, Harmony

Powers(Racial + 2 more max): Retina manipulation.

Armor: Sleeveless leather armour.

Weapon(s): Iron arrows and hunter's bow.

Faction: None (Formerly tribal)

Role in Faction: N/A

Backstory: Robin was born in a village, in the Reach and grew up among the Foresworn. Robin found themselves disatisfied with the tribal way of life and decided that their unique potion making abilities would be put to better use on the road, rather than trying to take back a city, that had been lost to their tribe and clan centuries ago.

Robin found that the Foresworn potions and poisons were quite scarce in Skyrim and that they fetched quite a high price. Robin often relied on their stealth capabilities, preferring to avoid combat alltogether, with calming spells and using their illusion magic to confuse them into leaving the Breton alone.

Potions weren't the only thing that the tribal managed to make use of as they also found themselves constantly making use of their retina manipulation ability, which allows Robin to see the world through the eyes of others. It made a great tool for sneaking around and avoiding trouble as well as learning about people's secrets, in case they ever needed them.

Robin has been doing well for a while now but found themselves to be a bit lonesome on the road, due to the fact that they're used to having such a large family to deal with, Robin feels somewhat isolated. They stopped off at Windhelm for a place to spend the night, getting more than they bargained for...

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Robin sat alone in the Candlehearth Hall, trying to avoid looking at the damage done earlier by the fight that broke out, earlier that evening. Robin had heard the commotion from upstairs and got a quick glimpse at the two brawlers, one was an old Dunmer and the other was an old Nord. Robin was aware of the hostilities in this city between the two races, it made them thankful that they were a Breton and were seen as 'neutral' by both parties.

The Tribal was puzzled though, during the skirmish, they tried to sightjack one of them, the Dunmer but found that he was resistant to it. Robin had never encountered anyone who couldn't be sightjacked before, it was only possible if the said person was a powerful mage or something but the man didn't look, act or sound like it, unless it was a clever ruse...

Robin thought on it some more before going to get another sip, they looked up at the window and saw that the sky was slowly getting lighter. It would be morning soon and Robin would have to set off again, to get to Dawnstar by sundown the next day, a trip that they were dreading...

The Breton slowly stood up and stretched, letting their arms fall down to their sides as they looked to their left and saw that they were alone. They must have been for a while now, not that it made any difference as Robin felt like they were always alone these days... The Tribal turned away and went downstairs, entering the city again as they wanted to pick up a few more essentials before leaving and embarking on their next journey.