Philip de Moion
Breton
Charitable
Wrath (YES!)
Strength (Lovin' it)
Blacksmith (When is this going to get bad?)
Fears Falmer (Fine with me, screw caves)
Theology
Exiled from High Rock
Philip was born in High Rock during a feud between his Clan and a neighboring Clan. Of course this was nothing new to his family or all of High Rock in that case. He was the fourth born and was expected to serve under his siblings for the rest of his life. That is until he turned ten, which was when a devastating plague hit the region around his Clan's castle. Ninety percent of all crops were destroyed, his mother, both brothers, and sister all died along with many servants and Clan members. The rival, Clan York, experienced, to a degree, the same misfortune, but also took advantage Clan Moion's state and besieged their castle. (When I say castle, I mean a castle the size of Riverwood, that is surrounded by farmlands) Philip's father, along with the rest of the last defenders of the land, were slain in a horrific battle. For every "Moion killed, ten Yorks were slain"..according to the servants. That quickly changed to, "For every Moion killed, ten more fled," when the Yorks finally took over. Philip was raised by one the servant families, and was kept secret so that the Yorks wouldn't kill him too.
A few years pass and one by one the families, that previously worked for the Moions, started to merge with other families, die off, or just up and quit the servant lifestyle. Sadly for Philip, the family that kept him all these years were just a husband and his wife, who were "struck by the gods" and could not bear a child. Striking a deal with the Daedric Prince Boethiah, the family turned Philip into the Yorks in hopes of being able to have children. (In years to come, the first child they bore would bring them wealth, land, and power..but would also end up killing its siblings, and become a Leper. Thus not allowing him to find a mate and eventually end that families reign. Such is the way of Boethiah's plots) The Yorks, now only talking of the old Moion Clan during feasts, decided to spare Philip, and make him a servant for them.
Philip was seventeen, and aided a local blacksmith in his spare time; when he was not reading the few books he could get his hands on about Aedras and Daedras. One day, while he was reading about Akatosh, he noticed an Angel walking through a meadow, and could feel his very heart drop to his feet. This was not out of fear of course, but rather out of embarrassment because who was he to be in the presence of such a beautiful being. As time seemed to slow down, he realized this was no heavenly creature sent from Dibella, but rather a Breton girl taking a stroll. She took a quick glimpse at him, and he almost shattered into pieces from the deep brown eyes that were now upon him. She continued walking towards a very familiar face; the same face that Philip's father last saw before he died. He figured out that the girl was the granddaughter of Clan York's Patriarch. Over the next year or so, the "Love that couldn't be" blossomed into something more than just a fling. The two would sneak out into the woods and "dance". (pretty sure that's what they called it in The Crucible)
The girl's father, however, grew suspicious and alerted the now old and frail Patriarch, who then sent the girl away, and started deciding the fate of Philip. (Alright, I change from being just exiled, to being exiled and searching for love) Fearing the worst, Philip desperately searched for answers to the whereabouts of his lost love..answers that he would not find. He was so caught up in finding out where she was; he forgot about his own life and the danger he was in. By the time the Yorks caught up with him, he was ready to die. He had nothing to live for, and decided that maybe he would finally get to see his love again, if she were in the after life. The Yorks knew this day would come, and gladly prepared a festival in honor of "The Killing of the Last Moion." The entire Clan held attendance and many servant families too. Philip would be beaten, hung, and have his eyes gorged out, so he couldn't see his lost love in the after life.."When she got there" is what the father said when boasting about Philip's soon to come death. Now completely positive she's still alive, Philip had little time to escape the York castle and flee High Rock for good. Luckily, and ironically, the same thing that brought the Moion Clan to its knees and put Philip in his "Death rope" would now free him and allow him to find his lost love.
You see, the constant fighting between Nobility in High Rock is forever continuing, and no matter how many Clans you may destroy, there'll always be more at your doorstep. The Yorks have been at war with another Clan for a few months, and usually things don't get too heated up till after a year or so of bickering and petty skirmishes. Well, this new Clan wasn't your average Clan. They waited and plotted for the perfect time to attack, and then, when news spread of a great festival of some poor lads death, they decided to strike. Literally minutes before Philip's expected death, an arrow flew through the air and struck some poor beggar in the throat. Astonished, everyone stopped and waited. Seconds later, a hundred or so battle ready warriors burst through the castle door and and started slaughtering the Yorks. After many uncalled for deaths, the Yorks surrendered. The Chieftain of this Clan walked up to Philip who was now half starved, beaten, and hanging on a thread of life, cut the rope that held him up. "Leave this land and never return," said the deep voiced man. With the help of a stranger, Philip was escorted to the nearest clinic.
A few days later, Philip awoke. He stayed with the mysterious healer, and, because of the mage's old age, helped him with manual labor around his small shack in the High Rock mountains near Markarth. This was no ordinary healer, as Philip would later understand. He watched as the man brought skeletons of dead rats back to life. "Would you like to learn?" the man one day asked Philip. He quickly denied the offer and began to fear of becoming the man's next "puppet". Although he did sense this faint urge to stay and watch what wonders this old man could do, (eventually I hope Philip will be tempted to get into necromancy in my RP) he knew he had to flea. Still unaware of his love's location, he does know that the Yorks have kin in Skyrim, and if still alive, is the most likely place she would be.
I'll use the alternate start mod to being in the Markarth inn as a patron, and go from there. He'll be heavy armor and probably one handed but with no shield (for future necro spells. this will be the only magic he gets into if he does get into magic) I plan to have him get interested in necromany, and kinda get out of control with it for a little while and then slowly become wise with it and only use it against evil..or something like that.