Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-16100664-20131112215921/@comment-24081142-20131112222835

Name: Hrafnir Stormbreath

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Gear: Plain black hooded robe and a crooked wooden quarterstaff, slightly enchanted to cause it to strike harder than ordinary wood.

Power: 'Cyclone' shout.

Hrafnir is genetically Nordic, but was raised by Forsworn until his tenth birthday. He doesn't know how this came about, and has long since stopped wondering about it. Aged ten, the hag of his tribe sensed his great magical potential and sent him to the Glenmoril Coven to learn witchcraft. However, after just four years the leader of the coven cast him out in a fit of temper.

At this time, Hrafnir had learned only a little of the witches' unique, naturalistic magic, though he had a natural talent for alchemy, but he had absorbed much of the coven's respect for, and appreciation of, natural forces, which mingled with his naturally compassionate and thoughtful personality. He wandered for a while, hiding from trouble and supporting himself by brewing herbal medicines for those in need. Eventually, he found himself at High Hrothgar, half-frozen and without enough food to survive the journey back down the mountain.

The Greybeards took pity on him and allowed him to enter their hall as a servant, but for many years refused to teach him anything. Eventually, though, they were impressed by his loyalty, devotion and general philosophy on life, which - even without any instruction - bore many similarities to the Way of the Voice, and at last they consented to teach him a few secrets.

Not being Dragonborn, it wasn't an easy path to follow, but after some thirty years Hrafnir finally mastered the Cyclone shout. He then decided that he could serve the gods better by re-entering the world, using his druidic magic and his Voice to preserve the natural order of creation. This is what led him, at the age of fifty-four, to Irkngthand, in search of whatever power could perform such a feat.