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Name: Trinak gro-Dushnik (formerly Bomir Winter-Wind)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Religion: Follower of Malacath
Class: Berserker
Weapons: Orcish Warhammer
Description: 5'11 180 lbs, Shoulder length brown hair pulled back, Deep set green eyes, Three large scars on his left cheek and five across his back. Left Handed.
Personality: Strong Willed, Slow to trust others, Fiercely loyal, Haunted by a childhood tragedy
History: As a child Trinak (then Bomir) lived in Karthwasten with his father and two older sisters. The family owned one of the few mines in The Reach not owned by the Silver-Bloods. It was late Middas night on the 15th of Evening Star when he heard it, yelling had stirred Bomir from his sleep. One voice he was able to identify as his father Korig Winter-Wind the other he could not place, he carefully got out of his bed and walked to the doorway of his room. He could just barely see the mainroom where the chairs were arranged around a small fire pit, There looked to be three other men in the room with his father a tall thin man with a long beakish nose and balding grey hair. He wore expensive looking clothes with even more expensive looking necklace, The men behind Bomir was easily able to identify as Markarth city guards by their distinctive armor and shields.
"The Silver-Bloods are growing very bored of this game you're playing Korig" The Balding man said jabbing his finger into Korig's chest.
"I'm not playing a game" Korig responded knocking the mans hand away from him "This mine has been in my family since the 2nd era and you want me to turn it over to a group of thieves and traitors?"
"Watch your tongue cur!" The Bald man snarled his large nose wrinkling in anger.
"I will be rotting in the Hall of the Dead before I see a Silver-Blood run my mine" Korig snapped
"So be it" he turned and nodded to the guards. In a flash of movement the guard on the left unsheathed and thrust his sword into Korig's chest. Bomir flew from his hiding place at the guard grabbing the only weapon he could find, a pickaxe left leaning against a dresser. He swung it over his head the guard only chuckled and raised his shield. The blow glanced off throwing Bomir off balance allowing the guard to slam the shield into the side of Bomir's head. The boy laid there the room spinning, his ear ringing and a boot on his chest looking up at the balding man. "Just as pig-headed as your father" he snorted "Kill the others" he said pointing towards the back of the house. The other guard strode off unsheathing his sword on the way.
"Take this one outside make it look like he tried to run, oh and break his jaw or something so he can't talk."
"Why don't we just kill him?" The guard asked yanking Bomir up by his hair and placing the bloody sword to his throat. "If we kill the boy the mine goes to the next of kin and who knows who that is and how long it'll take to find them, but if the boy were to say burn his house down while performing some foul Daedric ritual" he smiled picking up a burning log from the fire pit he got within inches of Bomir's face "Well then he would be thrown in Cidhna Mine and all his property would be forfeit to the Jarl who will be a tad more inclined to sell to the Silver-Bloods, don't you think?" He smiled again revealing a row of crooked yellow teeth. "Make sure it all burns" he said handing the flaming log to the guard who reentered the room his sword now covered in blood as well.Bomir choked back tears as he thought of what just happened to his sisters. The guard holding Bomir sheathed his blade. "Let's step outside boy" he said pulling Bomir by the hair. He open the door it was then Bomir saw his chance, he elbowed the man in the groin and bolted into the cold darkness. He had no idea where to go as he ran, "I could go to Ainethach he hates the Silver-Bloods almost as much as my father...did" the last word sent wave of sorrow through Bomir "will Ainethach believe me over the guards though?" he thought. he decided he couldn't risk it even if he did believe Bomir the guards would probably just kill him too. There was no other option but to keep running he could hear one of the guards behind struggling to keep up in the deep winter snow. Bomir continued to run South he came to the top of the large hill that overlooked the road and the river it was blanketed in thick snow. He couldn't pause to find a gentler way down the guard was catching up he had no choice he threw himself off, rolling down, the snow softened most of the blows. He finally came to a stop lying flat on his back his entire body felt bruised. The sound of footsteps grabbed his attention he turned his head to see the guard coming down the hill in a much more reasonable manner. Bomir struggled to get up run again the guard was catching up even faster now. The snow was beginning to thin under their feet, then Bomir heard it a loud sharp 'Crack' followed by another and another. "This isn't the road" he thought. The ice covering the river began to groan more loudly with every step he took until finally his right foot broke through into the painfully cold water causing him to fly forward but instead of plunging into the deadly water he landed face first on the snow covered bank. He scrambled away from the river looking back expecting to see the guard hot on his trail only to see a rams head shield laying next to a large hole in the ice.
He stumbled around not knowing where he was or which way he was going for hours. Lights appeared in the distance he moved closer trying to make out what they were. The light were coming from a couple of lanterns and a smelter it looked like. "It must be Left-Hand mine" he thought he then noticed a fourth light this one moving. A torch...being carried by a Markarth city guard. Bomir's heart began to feel like it was going to beat out of his chest. He didn't know if the guard was looking for him but he couldn't risk it. He took off running to the South again, he found a small trail leading up into the mountains and began traveling up it. The path was dark save for the small instances when Masser or Secunda would peek through the now dense clouds. He slowed to a walk his entire body numb from the cold a strange smell caught his attention a deep musky smell it was getting stronger. Masser broke free and allowed Bomir to see where the scent was coming. No more than ten feet away stood a large brown bear. He froze the bear had already seen him standing there it's breath visible in the cold air. It let out a roar that brought Bomir back to his senses. He had come to far to be killed by a bear, the beast charged forward and so did Bomir he grabbed a large rock and threw it out the bears head. It crashed into it's skull causing it to stop and shake it head, not out of pain so much as shock at how defiant his snack turned out to be. The bear charged again Bomir now armed with only a thick stick swung madly at the beast sticking nothing but air. The Bear slashed out with it's claws Bomir dove to the right but was not fast enough the bear caught his left cheek with three of it's claws. Bomir tried to jump up but the bear slashed again this time catching him in the back causing him to fly forward onto his stomach. He flipped over to his back the pain immediate, the bear was walking towards him it's jaws open,already savoring his next meal. Heavy footsteps drew both the bear and Bomir's attention, the bear turned just in time for a steel war axe to sink into his skull. It took Bomir a few seconds to take in what had just happened his vision was beginning to blur whether it was due to the searing pain or the freezing cold he didn't know, even with the blurred vision there was no mistaking the man who just saved him was an Orc. The Orc was tall, as are most, his face dark and head shaved, He wore what looked like steel armor. "Who are you and what are you doing out here" he asked eyes narrowing to inspect the child. Bomir told the orc everything leaving nothing out he didn't know why he was telling him but he did. As Bomir vision began to fade the last thing he saw was a large hand reaching toward him.
He awoke later covered in furs and warm his face and back were covered in bandages that had been smeared with a putrid smelling salve. He could hear talking but couldn't raise up to see where it was coming from.
"You had had no right bringing him here Ghorbash" a deep voice growled clearly a male orc.
"Quiet Oglub,Your brother thought it was the right thing to do" a female orc responded.
"What do you say Burguk? a voice Bomir recognized as being the Orc who found him.
"What does Malacath say?" A voice who Bomir assumed to be Burguk.
"I've read the entrails several times" The female orc responded "Malacath sees no fault in Ghorbash's actions he says the boy has become an outcast, cursed by his people with no place to go."
"hmph, very well he may remain here" Burguk grunted.
"He's is not an Orc how can he live among us?" Oglub growled.
"I am chief! Oglub do not forget that! He stays because I said as much! You may go back to the mines" he yelled "Ghorbash! you brought the boy here he s now your responsibility you will teach him how to live and fight like an Orc. Is that understood?"
"Yes" Ghorbash replied "What about his name?"
"An Orc needs an Orc name" The Orc woman said standing and walking over to the bed where Bomir laid. "You are Trinak gro-Dushnikh now"
That had been 20 years ago but Trinak thought about it often he had become a full member of the stronghold, he worked like an orc, he ate like an orc he even killed Forsworn like an orc. Yet he still found himself sitting on the balcony of Reachwind Eyrie looking out on the breadth of Skyrim wanting to travel wanting to explore, seeing the thatched roofs of Karthwasten and wanting revenge.
(Went a little crazy on the history part sorry bout that)
Race: Nord
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Religion: Follower of Malacath
Class: Berserker
Weapons: Orcish Warhammer
Description: 5'11 180 lbs, Shoulder length brown hair pulled back, Deep set green eyes, Three large scars on his left cheek and five across his back. Left Handed.
Personality: Strong Willed, Slow to trust others, Fiercely loyal, Haunted by a childhood tragedy
History: As a child Trinak (then Bomir) lived in Karthwasten with his father and two older sisters. The family owned one of the few mines in The Reach not owned by the Silver-Bloods. It was late Middas night on the 15th of Evening Star when he heard it, yelling had stirred Bomir from his sleep. One voice he was able to identify as his father Korig Winter-Wind the other he could not place, he carefully got out of his bed and walked to the doorway of his room. He could just barely see the mainroom where the chairs were arranged around a small fire pit, There looked to be three other men in the room with his father a tall thin man with a long beakish nose and balding grey hair. He wore expensive looking clothes with even more expensive looking necklace, The men behind Bomir was easily able to identify as Markarth city guards by their distinctive armor and shields.
"The Silver-Bloods are growing very bored of this game you're playing Korig" The Balding man said jabbing his finger into Korig's chest.
"I'm not playing a game" Korig responded knocking the mans hand away from him "This mine has been in my family since the 2nd era and you want me to turn it over to a group of thieves and traitors?"
"Watch your tongue cur!" The Bald man snarled his large nose wrinkling in anger.
"I will be rotting in the Hall of the Dead before I see a Silver-Blood run my mine" Korig snapped
"So be it" he turned and nodded to the guards. In a flash of movement the guard on the left unsheathed and thrust his sword into Korig's chest. Bomir flew from his hiding place at the guard grabbing the only weapon he could find, a pickaxe left leaning against a dresser. He swung it over his head the guard only chuckled and raised his shield. The blow glanced off throwing Bomir off balance allowing the guard to slam the shield into the side of Bomir's head. The boy laid there the room spinning, his ear ringing and a boot on his chest looking up at the balding man. "Just as pig-headed as your father" he snorted "Kill the others" he said pointing towards the back of the house. The other guard strode off unsheathing his sword on the way.
"Take this one outside make it look like he tried to run, oh and break his jaw or something so he can't talk."
"Why don't we just kill him?" The guard asked yanking Bomir up by his hair and placing the bloody sword to his throat. "If we kill the boy the mine goes to the next of kin and who knows who that is and how long it'll take to find them, but if the boy were to say burn his house down while performing some foul Daedric ritual" he smiled picking up a burning log from the fire pit he got within inches of Bomir's face "Well then he would be thrown in Cidhna Mine and all his property would be forfeit to the Jarl who will be a tad more inclined to sell to the Silver-Bloods, don't you think?" He smiled again revealing a row of crooked yellow teeth. "Make sure it all burns" he said handing the flaming log to the guard who reentered the room his sword now covered in blood as well.Bomir choked back tears as he thought of what just happened to his sisters. The guard holding Bomir sheathed his blade. "Let's step outside boy" he said pulling Bomir by the hair. He open the door it was then Bomir saw his chance, he elbowed the man in the groin and bolted into the cold darkness. He had no idea where to go as he ran, "I could go to Ainethach he hates the Silver-Bloods almost as much as my father...did" the last word sent wave of sorrow through Bomir "will Ainethach believe me over the guards though?" he thought. he decided he couldn't risk it even if he did believe Bomir the guards would probably just kill him too. There was no other option but to keep running he could hear one of the guards behind struggling to keep up in the deep winter snow. Bomir continued to run South he came to the top of the large hill that overlooked the road and the river it was blanketed in thick snow. He couldn't pause to find a gentler way down the guard was catching up he had no choice he threw himself off, rolling down, the snow softened most of the blows. He finally came to a stop lying flat on his back his entire body felt bruised. The sound of footsteps grabbed his attention he turned his head to see the guard coming down the hill in a much more reasonable manner. Bomir struggled to get up run again the guard was catching up even faster now. The snow was beginning to thin under their feet, then Bomir heard it a loud sharp 'Crack' followed by another and another. "This isn't the road" he thought. The ice covering the river began to groan more loudly with every step he took until finally his right foot broke through into the painfully cold water causing him to fly forward but instead of plunging into the deadly water he landed face first on the snow covered bank. He scrambled away from the river looking back expecting to see the guard hot on his trail only to see a rams head shield laying next to a large hole in the ice.
He stumbled around not knowing where he was or which way he was going for hours. Lights appeared in the distance he moved closer trying to make out what they were. The light were coming from a couple of lanterns and a smelter it looked like. "It must be Left-Hand mine" he thought he then noticed a fourth light this one moving. A torch...being carried by a Markarth city guard. Bomir's heart began to feel like it was going to beat out of his chest. He didn't know if the guard was looking for him but he couldn't risk it. He took off running to the South again, he found a small trail leading up into the mountains and began traveling up it. The path was dark save for the small instances when Masser or Secunda would peek through the now dense clouds. He slowed to a walk his entire body numb from the cold a strange smell caught his attention a deep musky smell it was getting stronger. Masser broke free and allowed Bomir to see where the scent was coming. No more than ten feet away stood a large brown bear. He froze the bear had already seen him standing there it's breath visible in the cold air. It let out a roar that brought Bomir back to his senses. He had come to far to be killed by a bear, the beast charged forward and so did Bomir he grabbed a large rock and threw it out the bears head. It crashed into it's skull causing it to stop and shake it head, not out of pain so much as shock at how defiant his snack turned out to be. The bear charged again Bomir now armed with only a thick stick swung madly at the beast sticking nothing but air. The Bear slashed out with it's claws Bomir dove to the right but was not fast enough the bear caught his left cheek with three of it's claws. Bomir tried to jump up but the bear slashed again this time catching him in the back causing him to fly forward onto his stomach. He flipped over to his back the pain immediate, the bear was walking towards him it's jaws open,already savoring his next meal. Heavy footsteps drew both the bear and Bomir's attention, the bear turned just in time for a steel war axe to sink into his skull. It took Bomir a few seconds to take in what had just happened his vision was beginning to blur whether it was due to the searing pain or the freezing cold he didn't know, even with the blurred vision there was no mistaking the man who just saved him was an Orc. The Orc was tall, as are most, his face dark and head shaved, He wore what looked like steel armor. "Who are you and what are you doing out here" he asked eyes narrowing to inspect the child. Bomir told the orc everything leaving nothing out he didn't know why he was telling him but he did. As Bomir vision began to fade the last thing he saw was a large hand reaching toward him.
He awoke later covered in furs and warm his face and back were covered in bandages that had been smeared with a putrid smelling salve. He could hear talking but couldn't raise up to see where it was coming from.
"You had had no right bringing him here Ghorbash" a deep voice growled clearly a male orc.
"Quiet Oglub,Your brother thought it was the right thing to do" a female orc responded.
"What do you say Burguk? a voice Bomir recognized as being the Orc who found him.
"What does Malacath say?" A voice who Bomir assumed to be Burguk.
"I've read the entrails several times" The female orc responded "Malacath sees no fault in Ghorbash's actions he says the boy has become an outcast, cursed by his people with no place to go."
"hmph, very well he may remain here" Burguk grunted.
"He's is not an Orc how can he live among us?" Oglub growled.
"I am chief! Oglub do not forget that! He stays because I said as much! You may go back to the mines" he yelled "Ghorbash! you brought the boy here he s now your responsibility you will teach him how to live and fight like an Orc. Is that understood?"
"Yes" Ghorbash replied "What about his name?"
"An Orc needs an Orc name" The Orc woman said standing and walking over to the bed where Bomir laid. "You are Trinak gro-Dushnikh now"
That had been 20 years ago but Trinak thought about it often he had become a full member of the stronghold, he worked like an orc, he ate like an orc he even killed Forsworn like an orc. Yet he still found himself sitting on the balcony of Reachwind Eyrie looking out on the breadth of Skyrim wanting to travel wanting to explore, seeing the thatched roofs of Karthwasten and wanting revenge.
(Went a little crazy on the history part sorry bout that)