Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20140214020317/@comment-15524888-20140217065423

Name: Ark Dawnscream

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Appearance: Black hair, tall, slightly muscular.

Weapons: Daedric sword, crossbow, Bound sword.

Skills: One handed weapons, Archery, Conjuration, skilled Alchemist.

Attire: Leather boots, Leather armor, Wanderer's hood, Amulet of Talos

Powers: Deep Cuts, Battle Cry (Nord Racial Ability, causes enemies to flee for 30 seconds)

Items: Amulet of Talos, Daedric Sword

Resistances: Racial resistance to cold.

Weaknesses: Literally would not use a gun to save his life because it's "dishonorable", ill-tempered, follows a "kill first, ask questions later" philosophy, has a distinct aversion to killing women and children.

Backstory: Ark Dawnscream was born on the island of Solstheim near the end of the fourth era to a family living in Skaal Villiage. His father taught him swordsmanship, archery, and some combat magic, while his mother, being less battle-inclined, taught him how to make things to heal. His father's most prized possession was a Daedric sword, which he claimed to have recieved from the Last Dragonborn himself. Ark severely doubted this, but it was a fine sword, so he didn't bother to argue. When his parents died, he moved to Vvardenfell, where he worked as a courier (and, though he wouldn't admit this, he had some dealings with the Thieves Guild. He was never one to let a perfectly good dagger corrode in the wilderness if he could help it). He built is own house, a rather crude shack, but better than nothing. He was just walking in the door when Red Mountain erupted. He grabbed his weapons, some clothes, his amulet, and prayed desperately for The Divines to protect him. He now wanders the region, wondering if this place could be any more of a desolate, barren wasteland.