Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140901122958/@comment-14139769-20140902031434

Name: Dorian Bennett

Race: Human

Age: 20

Class: Marksman

Gender: Male

Appearance: Caucasian, Hazel eyes, Dark-blonde hair, handsome, 5"11, 150 lbs

Apparel: Soldier's Coat, Soldier's Trousers, Soldier's Boots, Backpack

Powers: Enhanced Gunmanship, Enhanced Accuracy

Weaknesses: Melee attacks

Faction: Royal army

Weapons: Iron Flintlock Rifle (with bayonet), Iron Flintlock pistol,

Spells: N/A

Bio: Dorian Bennett was born in the small hamlet referred to as Gunk, Dorian being the youngest of four children. Throughout most of his life, has never truly felt at home anywhere. Raised by his shop-keeping parents, who often struggled to buy shoes for Dorian and his brothers and put food on the table, Dorian and his brothers had to find other sources of sustenance, money and entertainment.

On his eleventh birthday his brothers bought him a beautiful pellet gun, which he saw as the greatest gift he had ever received. It was with that pellet gun that Dorian discovered his talent: a rather surprising accuracy with firearms. It was not long after he discovered this fact that his brothers put his talent to "good" use. His brothers would set up a fair booth in which they challenged all comers to pit their target practice skills against Dorian's. After fleecing all the locals, they soon had to rely on traders, passers-by and the occasional neighbouring villagers, out of which more often than not they would have been run out by the authorities.

While his accomplices spent or gambled most of their earnings, Dorian saved every gold coin he could so that he could one day fulfil his burning desire to become a great adventurer like the ones he read about in two-penny pamphlets and third-hand story books. More than anything, he wanted to join the army even though he knew that it was extremely dangerous.

His oldest brother, Jason, was killed in a duel with an irate farmer that so happened to be the husband of Jason's last sexual conquest. They duelled with pitchforks, and since Jason had never done an honest days' work in his life, he made the fatal mistake of holding his pitchfork the wrong way. Shortly after Jason died, Ben's second oldest brother William was arrested for trying to run a con game on the wrong person (a passing plain clothes town guard). William was taken to Greywall prison and was never heard from again.

Dorian's third brother, Quentin, accumulated enough gambling debts to have a price put on his head. Dorian remembers Quentin's death most clearly since he was unfortunate enough to witness it. When the assassins and bounty hunters came in to collect, Dorian did what he could to protect Quentin, but no matter how accurate his shots were from his rifle, it didn't change the fact that he was shooting peas instead of bullets (as he had never been able to afford a real rifle).

It was no surprise to him when his mother died next, grief stricken by the loss of her three sons. Dorian's mother left his father a drunken widower (though drunk only when he could afford it, poverty making his attempts to drown his sorrows harder). Even though Dorian did what he could to help out in his father's shop, employing all his wit and charm to become a highly persuasive salesman.

It was then Dorian resolved to leave Gunk for good, and to seek his fortune and adventures in the kingdom of Cyrodill.

With what little gold he had saved in his youth now gone (having to spend it all on the quick succession of funerals and having to pay off his brother's gambling and business debts), he left his so-called home as penniless as he had entered it seventeen years ago. Unable to pursue his dream as an explorer, he found himself gravitating towards the main cities and doing a variety of jobs. He stacked books at the Brightwall Library, absorbing as much knowledge as he could about the world from them and served drinks at the Rusty Anchor inn in Blight town but eventually managed to put his shooting skills to work as he became a bodyguard who protected traders as they travelled from town to town.

It was at this point that Dorian finally had a real rifle in his possession, and using it against bandits, forsworn and other enemies the trading caravans attracted felt as natural as breathing to him. The wages he earned were so superior to those he previously earned that he soon had enough gold to make his dream come true. After obtaining the supplies he would need, Dorian set out to join the Royal army once recruited he joined the Storm Brigade lead by Quinten Swift.