Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28739571-20170318204831/@comment-185.48.79.235-20170414205901

Right so, my character is known as Caraan Snow-Sword (possible surname of an actual character I just don't know, don't judge)

Race: Nord. Hair and eye colour: Chestnut brown and dark brown eyes. Height: 6 foot 4 inches. Personality: Fun yet still intimidating, is known to be a heavy, yet loud and obnoxious drinker when in an inn, although is careful about drinking competitions when some events with Sanguine happened a few months back, when in battle is a serious and raging warrior wielding a dragon bone great sword embedded with the power of the ice, and Nordic carved armour with various enchantments. Age: 25 years old and active Level: 68

He started out living on a farm working with his loving mother and father, he was actually quite tall for a Nord boy, in fact was given the nickname of 'Little Giant' by his friends, he was unaware of his parents past which led him to an orphan life, his father was one of few people to survive an attack from the Dark Brotherhood, his mother being the reason he survived, this all went down while Caraans father was a sellsword in Cyrodil at the time, anyways, you can't hide from death forever and eventually he was found out by the Dark Brotherhood and as part of the contract, all of the family were to be burnt alive, or so they thought, when the family farm was found and the burning began his father ran towards little Caraan gave him his Nordic dagger and told him 'Run down south and hide, the Dark Brotherhood won't stop until all Snow-Swords are dead in their graves, now go run! Run!' And so he did, ran miles upon miles with his furs all worn out by the end when he had gotten to Riften he collapsed a big heap on the ground, and so the people took him in and nourished him, when he became of age (16 for him) he left Riften and joined a bandit group since he was stuck for coin.

When he was about 20 he left the bandits, they weren't worth it anymore for him, so he took his fathers root and became a one man sellsword and began his journey across Tamriel, he went all across from High Rock to Black Marsh and was given the nickname Caraan the Raging Bull as he would penetrate his enemies stomachs with the horns on his helmet, he eventually found himself in Skyrim again, the one place he never wanted to go near again at the ripe old age of 25, and while crossing the border some Imperial scouts recognised him as a highly wanted bandit in 7 of the 9 holds and was aressted immediately, and so began the tales of The Last Dragonborn, his dealings with a few Daedric Princes, The StormCloaks and some things with the Thieves Guilds, but you already know all that, his spouse was Ysolda and he adopted two kids, Blaise and Lucia and they live in their lovely Lakeview Manor outside Falkreath, and so ends my short description of my life. Yours Truly and still Dragonborn, Caraan Snow-Sword