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Guess who's back...
Name : Eridor
Race : Wood Elf
Class : Nature/Forest/Plant Mage (Haven't come up with a title that's right yet)
Gender : Male
Age : 26
Appearance : Average height. Athletic, muscular lean build. Has several scars on his chest and a few on his chin. Has short, brown hair and relatively human green-iris eyes, not the common black/yellow eyes of Bosmer. No face paint. Tanned caucasian/hispanic like skin.
Clothing : Dark, lightly armoured mage chainmail. (can't quite describe it)
Think this, but without the hood and more brown and green, instead of Navy. Yes, it's a Thief 3 picture
Weaponry : Uses his magic, a rare type that allows the user to control plants and trees of any kind and in any form. While this type of may seem feminine in theory, Eridor uses his powers to use the plants of Tamriel in brutal ways, such as using tree roots to rip a man in two by the legs, and using vines to choke his opponents to death, while thorns are whipped against their backs, instead of growing a daisy field to skip through Eridor also uses dual daggers (made from the taproot of a Spriggan Matriach, surprisingly strong and sharp) to deadly effect when up close, though his is much more vulnerable if forced to attack/defend like this, as Eridor is no master with blades, though adept enough to hold his own.
Bio : Eridor was born and raised in Valenwood, into a secretive cult that sought out and hunted ancient, forgotten magical arts of any type, and so was taught the basic principles of magic by his parents. He had a fair, if restricted upbringing, and was happy with his life, and happy to live it with his cult. He drifted by, helping out with any errands, until one day he showed an unusual aptitude for an unknown, unheard of magic (guess what that was), and the elders of his tribe were fascinated with it, but they found they could not harness his powers for themselves, but still encouraged and nurtured his use of it. When he was 14, his mother supposedly died whilst trying to absorb the energy of a powerful artefact, which resulted in the artefact and herself in vanishing in a bright, white hot inferno, no trace of her left. Whilst saddened, Eridor didn't take it too badly, his mother knew of the potential consequences of meddling with such power, and so he accepted her fate quickly.
When he was 25, Eridor came home from hunting to find his family, friends and entire community killed, slaughtered by officials of the Bosmerian government, who were still at the scene. Eridor, not even thinking, killed every single one of them (there were about 10) in pure rage, tearing them apart and impaling them with his powers. He felt it best to leave Valenwood forever after burying his entire family and brothers and sisters of the clan. He crossed the border into Cyrodiil being chased by Valenwood authorities attempting to capture or kill him for the massacre of their forces, but Eridor lost them and ended up resting in Anvil, catching his breath and figuring out what he is going to do next. It is also his birthday as he entered Anvil.
That okay? I can change anything you need me to change.
Race : Wood Elf
Class : Nature/Forest/Plant Mage (Haven't come up with a title that's right yet)
Gender : Male
Age : 26
Appearance : Average height. Athletic, muscular lean build. Has several scars on his chest and a few on his chin. Has short, brown hair and relatively human green-iris eyes, not the common black/yellow eyes of Bosmer. No face paint. Tanned caucasian/hispanic like skin.
Clothing : Dark, lightly armoured mage chainmail. (can't quite describe it)
Think this, but without the hood and more brown and green, instead of Navy. Yes, it's a Thief 3 picture
Weaponry : Uses his magic, a rare type that allows the user to control plants and trees of any kind and in any form. While this type of may seem feminine in theory, Eridor uses his powers to use the plants of Tamriel in brutal ways, such as using tree roots to rip a man in two by the legs, and using vines to choke his opponents to death, while thorns are whipped against their backs, instead of growing a daisy field to skip through Eridor also uses dual daggers (made from the taproot of a Spriggan Matriach, surprisingly strong and sharp) to deadly effect when up close, though his is much more vulnerable if forced to attack/defend like this, as Eridor is no master with blades, though adept enough to hold his own.
Bio : Eridor was born and raised in Valenwood, into a secretive cult that sought out and hunted ancient, forgotten magical arts of any type, and so was taught the basic principles of magic by his parents. He had a fair, if restricted upbringing, and was happy with his life, and happy to live it with his cult. He drifted by, helping out with any errands, until one day he showed an unusual aptitude for an unknown, unheard of magic (guess what that was), and the elders of his tribe were fascinated with it, but they found they could not harness his powers for themselves, but still encouraged and nurtured his use of it. When he was 14, his mother supposedly died whilst trying to absorb the energy of a powerful artefact, which resulted in the artefact and herself in vanishing in a bright, white hot inferno, no trace of her left. Whilst saddened, Eridor didn't take it too badly, his mother knew of the potential consequences of meddling with such power, and so he accepted her fate quickly.
When he was 25, Eridor came home from hunting to find his family, friends and entire community killed, slaughtered by officials of the Bosmerian government, who were still at the scene. Eridor, not even thinking, killed every single one of them (there were about 10) in pure rage, tearing them apart and impaling them with his powers. He felt it best to leave Valenwood forever after burying his entire family and brothers and sisters of the clan. He crossed the border into Cyrodiil being chased by Valenwood authorities attempting to capture or kill him for the massacre of their forces, but Eridor lost them and ended up resting in Anvil, catching his breath and figuring out what he is going to do next. It is also his birthday as he entered Anvil.
That okay? I can change anything you need me to change.