Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-10197675-20140827215449

(Arrgghh, couldn't really resist making a new character.)

Name: Mautarn

Race: Redguard

Gender: Male

Age: 78

Appearance: An old and quite decrepit man, with a long white beard and scraggly grey hair, as well as a pearl white scruffy moustache. His eyes are misty and slightly light brown textured, with writhed wrinkles spread upon his face. And above his eyes a set of bushy white and thick eye brows, that added a wise and ancient expression to the Redguard’s face.

Mautarn wore long draping dark blue robes, with white cuffs that drooped over his hands. His hood would usually remain down revealing the Redguards scraggly hair. And on his feet he wore a pair of sturdy leather boots tainted black.

Skills: Not too bad with a dagger, but mainly user’s spells if he finds himself within any combat, so forth he is not a bad Mage, but anything else may be quite a weak spot for the Redguard. Except Alchemy, of which he knows quite a lot about.

Spells: Mostly skilled in the Restoration school of magic, knowing nearly all the Branches of the Restoration spells. Destruction spells are his second favored school. He would mainly peel off towards the Fire branch of Destruction spells when in combat, as that is his most preferred, however this does not mean that Mautarn abandons Shock and Frost altogether, as he will find himself using them every so often.

Powers: Racial powers, so that’s improved Stamina.

Equipment: A Steel Dagger named Digger and a satchel which he tends to collects herbs and ingredients.

Faction: Citizen of the Rift.

Backstory: Born in 4E 124, in the province of Dragonstar, Hammerfell, Mautarn grew up with his father, Nautarn (yes I am being abit lazy with names) and his mother Marwt, of which both were Redguard. Mautarn’s family had lived in Dragonstar for many generations past, so there family was quite well known within the province. Mautarn had a bright and quite peaceful childhood living with his parents who owned the local Suppliers shop in Dragonstar, so forth life was quite easy going for Mautarn and his parents. They had a good quality of life and they earned a fair amount of coin, as their shop was quite popular within the region, even Noble’s would visit on the odd occasion. But unfortunately things weren’t all sunshine and rainbows for the Redguard as he passed 35 years of age, because at this point Nautarn died leaving the shop to his wife and his son.

Marwt did not cope well after her husband’s death, she went through quite a bad spell of depression for the next 2 years, and this coincided to the success of the family business which started to waver downwards from this point and onwards. At the age of 51 Mautarn and his mother struggled to bring in enough coin to feed them and keep a viable roof above their heads as the store started to fail, and so forth at the age of 60 Mautarn was forced by his mother to find work elsewhere, as they were getting nowhere in Dragonstar, therefore he decided to head into Skyrim. Opportunity seemed to be at best there as a lot of work could be found. Mautarn had headed for the Rift to find work, but this was when the Redguard stumbled across an abandoned shack a couple of miles West of Riften. Inside the shack there was neither furnishings nor supplies, however Mautarn saw this as a great place to start up a small business. The Redguard figured that he would start up an Alchemy store, as he found himself surrounded by nature in the woods next to a main road from Ivarstead to Riften, which was also a great location as travelers would normally pass by, also the Redguard was quite skilled in Alchemy, so setting up an Alchemy store seemed perfect for him.

As the years passed and the Redguards Alchemy shop started to take shape Mautarn decided to learn the schools of Restoration and Destruction magic. Latterly after 10 or so years from departing from Dragonstar Mautarn learnt that his mother had eventually passed away… but this did not ponder the Redguard, as he had learnt from the past not to mourn those he loved, and so forth as the Redguard entered his final years, a new dawn of time started to set as a new beginning started to arise…