Name: Berron the Bloody
Nicknames: The Bloody, Boethiah's Butcher
Race: Breton
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 161lbs
Birthplace: Dawnstar, Skyrim
Laterality: Ambidextrous, favours right hand
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: The Divines
Affiliations: None
Afflictions: None
Occupation: Ex-Doctor, Ex-Convict, Steward
Dialogue Colour: ???
Appearance
Eyes: Dark brown, wide
Hair: Black, shoulder-length, wavy
Face: His face is thin and bony, his nose is round and small, his brow is low and his jaw is wide.
Skin: Pale, but not too pale.
Scars: None
Build: He is quite large and well built, having developed a considerable amount of muscle whilst working Cindha Mine.
Personality
Positive Traits: Intelligent, strong, wilful and a talented healer.
Negative Traits: Slightly mad, manipulative, deceitful, rarely obeys rules, sadistic.
Likes: Experimenting, drinking
Dislikes: Most people, Jarls, prison
Fears: Going back to prison
Ambitions: None
Equipment
Attire: Berron never dresses in anything more than simple woollen robes. He wears knee length black boots, black fingerless gloves and his robes are grey with black trims around the sleeves and hood.
Weapons: Berron is not much of a fighter. He carries a small iron dagger, but other than that carries no weapons. His main fighting methods are using illusion magic to manipulate others into fighting for him, or conjuring allies to do his fighting.
Backstory:
Berron was born into a family of Bretons living in Dawnstar, the fourth child and second son in the family. His father, a miner in the town, had already died in a minor cave-in in Ionbreaker mine, leaving him with no father figure for the majority of his childhood. As a result, at home he was taught how to cook, and was taught basic alchemy by his 14 year old sister, an apothecary's apprentice. He was 9 and his sister 17 when their mother remarried, this time to a sailor. His step-father was cruel and nasty, beating the children when they misbehaved and even when they didn't. Berron grew bitter and angry, but had no way of releasing it until Berron went on a hunting trip with his best friend and his father. He was not a good shot at all, and himself only managed a squirrel in the four days, but worryingly he loved watching them die. After the trip he would set traps in the evening and sneak out early the next morning, and if his traps had caught anything, he would spend his time dissecting them alive, in an attempt to discover more about what really went on inside them.
One morning as he snuck back in, his step-father had awoken early and discovered him. The beating left him with four broken ribs, a broken nose, a bruised eye socket and several missing teeth. His step-father swore that he had fallen down the stairs. As soon as Berron had recovered, his step-father offered to take him hunting. Berron knew it would be an attempt to get rid of him, and he went anyway.
On the trip, Berron watched the man endlessly for any sign of an attempt against him. They found a bear on the second day, and Berron hatched a plan. He set up a trap, or so told his step father, with the intention of luring the beast, but as his father crept up on it, Berron purposefully fell from his perch in the tree, waking the beast and sealing his step-father's fate. He laughed in delight as it tore him to bloody shreds in front of him. He knew he could not go back to Dawnstar, so instead he headed to Solitude. When he arrived at the gates splattered with his step-father's blood, allegedly with no recollection of his previous surname, they simply branded him 'Berron the Bloody'. As a sweet 11 year old boy, all of his anger and hatred released, he was at peace with himself once again. He charmed his way around the townsfolk and managed a free room at the inn, with food from the market. Once 14 he took up apprenticeship at Solitude's apothecary. He learned mostly how to cure diseases and treat wounds, and at 18 he began work at the Hall of the Dead in Solitude, as a Doctor. His methods were unorthodox to say the least; most healers were of magic, whilst Berron healed of needle and thread and serum. He excelled as healer, but he felt a hunger growing inside him that he had not felt in years.
A bloodlust rose back to the surface stronger than ever before. Now 21, a healer for 3 years, having saved dozens of lives, Berron began to purposefully let patients die just for the enjoyment of watching them pass. And, once they were dead, he would sneak down to the crypts at night and dissect the human corpses. What he say fascinated him, and he wanted more. He began taking parts from the bodies, organs and limbs, and experimenting on them. He practiced mainly what poisons he could use to destroy a certain organ or muscle, so that of anyone ever wronged him he could destroy them in the most painful and discreet way possible. He was discovered at 27 years old and cast out of the hall, put before the Jarl. He was sentenced to 8 years of labour in Cindha Mine.
On his first day Berron stabbed a Nord man to death with a shiv. He cut the man up and continued his experiments. Many of the residents thought that he was a cultist of Boethiah, and that was why he was in the mine, and he had taken the man away to eat him. So from day one, he earned the title of Boethiah's Butcher. During his 8 years Berron killed 17 men. The Butcher was feared and respected in equal measure. He had grown immensely strong, one killing a man by punching him in the jaw, dislocating his skull. However, he still lacked the co-ordination to be proficient in combat, but his nature scared all from seeing if they could best him.
Once released, Berron took up working as a steward to a wealthy noble in Markarth. At 35 years old he had hoped his life would settle down and things would become peaceful. But the Noble tortured and beat him, and Berron became bloody for a whole different reason. After 2 years of abuse and serving, Berron finally killed the man in cold blood as he slept, slashing his throat with a shard of glass and burning the body. Berron was captured again, and is waiting in confinement to be bought before the Jarl to decide on his punishment.
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