I'll just apply with the same character as before. Hopefully this one will last!
Basics
Name: Hrogmar Stone-Beard
Age: 31
Race: Nord
Class: Stormcloak Soldier
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4”
Weight: 228 lbs
Build: Muscular
Laterality: Right Handed
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Properties: None, although his family own a few properties in whatever's left of Windhelm
Affiliations: The Stormcloaks (before he was abandoned), friends of Windhelm's Clan Stone-Beard
Afflictions: Slight drowsiness following recovery from Bone Break Fever
Habits: Checking his surroundings, clicking his fingers
Positive traits: Strong, honourable, protective, genuine
Negative Traits: His traditional views sometimes get in the way; he is slightly chauvinistic, set in his political beliefs, and flirts with the idea of throwing himself into a ‘good death’
Likes/Loves: A clear Skyrim landscape, fresh air, decent mead, honourable battle, mighty Talos
Dislikes/Hates: Hiding, elves, ‘bad’ mages, thieves, the Legion for abandoning Skyrim
Fears: Death without honour, the fall of Windhelm, the unknown
Aspirations: Survival with honour and glory, returning to Windhelm
Appearance
Hair: Long, dirty blonde hair with a braid on the left, similar to Ralof’s, but slightly longer
Facial Hair: Scruffy goatee framed by a long scruffy stubble from the couple of weeks without shaving
Eye Colour: Deep, dark blue
Skin Colour: Average for a Nord from snowy Windhelm, rather pale but weathered slightly by the wind and the cold
Casual Attire: Simple brown and grey tunic, leather boots
Armour: Normal Stormcloak Solider armour, but with boots of his own make made of thicker leather and a hooded bear fur cloak
Skills
Master: -
Expert: Two-Handed
Adept: Light Armour, Block
Apprentice: Archery, Smithing, Sneak, Heavy Armour, Speech, One-Handed
Gear: Finely-sharpened Steel Battleaxe, Restrung Ancient Nord Bow with Ancient Nord Arrows, an old iron dagger used as a hunting knife or in emergency situations
History
Early Life: Hrogmar was born and raised in Windhelm by his Talos-worshipping parents. His family name is a well-known one amongst Windhelm, and his father fought alongside many other men from Windhelm in the Great War. However, he returned with a sadness deep in his heart, which he could only sooth by ale. Hrogmar’s mother managed the clan’s modest properties; a couple of market stalls and a few small houses near Candlehearth Hall, and also volunteered at the Temple of Talos when she had the time. Hrogmar was a welcome addition to the family, and had an older brother to play with who he followed everywhere. As most Nords, he and his brother dreamt of being warriors famed across the nine holds, maybe even Companions, but Hrogmar dearly missed his father when he left for the war.
Teens: Hrogmar’s father had successfully returned from the south with great honour, but a part of him was missing that Hrogmar was too young to remember. His father’s warm and jovial personality had been replaced with a forlorn and quiet demeanour, devoid of satisfaction or laughter. Hrogmar learned from his brother that the loss of many of his friends had been the cause of his sadness, and grew to understand the rigours of war. Hrogmar’s mother was heartbroken, but proud of her husband, and held the family together with the aid of family friends. The truest smile Hrogmar saw from his father during these years came when his brother told the family of his intentions to join the Windhelm Guard. Hrogmar was his constant training companion, learning to use various swords and axes, and different armours.
Adulthood: After years of watching his brother patrol the hold, Hrogmar came of age to be able to do the same. Sure enough, he became part of the Windhelm Guard, large, strong and street-smart following a life of shadowing his older brother. The boredom set in earlier than it had with his brother, and Hrogmar’s father’s health continued to falter. Eventually, Hrogmar’s father died of a combination of old war wounds and alcoholism, but not before he heard the news that his youngest son was going to join Ulfric and fight with the Stormcloaks, and shed a proud tear.
About a dozen years later, and Hrogmar was stationed at the Falkreath Stormcloak Camp. He’d been sent on a scouting mission to secretly survey the hold’s capital with two others. They had set up a small camp by Shriekwind Bastion, but the Draugr set upon them by night, and only Hrogmar survived after being abandoned by his fellows. He returned to the camp to see it still smouldering, covered and crackling alongside the bodies of his fellow Nords and the Draugr alike. The bridges through the Rift towards Eastmarch were collapsed and ruined, each patrolled by a handful of the unnatural beings. Hrogmar retraced his steps after being mauled by a wandering bear and snuck towards the western outskirts of Whiterun with the aim of following the road north towards Fort Dunstad.
This colour, please.
Basics
Name: Hrogmar Stone-Beard
Age: 31
Race: Nord
Class: Stormcloak Soldier
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4”
Weight: 228 lbs
Build: Muscular
Laterality: Right Handed
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Properties: None, although his family own a few properties in whatever's left of Windhelm
Affiliations: The Stormcloaks (before he was abandoned), friends of Windhelm's Clan Stone-Beard
Afflictions: Slight drowsiness following recovery from Bone Break Fever
Habits: Checking his surroundings, clicking his fingers
Positive traits: Strong, honourable, protective, genuine
Negative Traits: His traditional views sometimes get in the way; he is slightly chauvinistic, set in his political beliefs, and flirts with the idea of throwing himself into a ‘good death’
Likes/Loves: A clear Skyrim landscape, fresh air, decent mead, honourable battle, mighty Talos
Dislikes/Hates: Hiding, elves, ‘bad’ mages, thieves, the Legion for abandoning Skyrim
Fears: Death without honour, the fall of Windhelm, the unknown
Aspirations: Survival with honour and glory, returning to Windhelm
Appearance
Hair: Long, dirty blonde hair with a braid on the left, similar to Ralof’s, but slightly longer
Facial Hair: Scruffy goatee framed by a long scruffy stubble from the couple of weeks without shaving
Eye Colour: Deep, dark blue
Skin Colour: Average for a Nord from snowy Windhelm, rather pale but weathered slightly by the wind and the cold
Casual Attire: Simple brown and grey tunic, leather boots
Armour: Normal Stormcloak Solider armour, but with boots of his own make made of thicker leather and a hooded bear fur cloak
Skills
Master: -
Expert: Two-Handed
Adept: Light Armour, Block
Apprentice: Archery, Smithing, Sneak, Heavy Armour, Speech, One-Handed
Gear: Finely-sharpened Steel Battleaxe, Restrung Ancient Nord Bow with Ancient Nord Arrows, an old iron dagger used as a hunting knife or in emergency situations
History
Early Life: Hrogmar was born and raised in Windhelm by his Talos-worshipping parents. His family name is a well-known one amongst Windhelm, and his father fought alongside many other men from Windhelm in the Great War. However, he returned with a sadness deep in his heart, which he could only sooth by ale. Hrogmar’s mother managed the clan’s modest properties; a couple of market stalls and a few small houses near Candlehearth Hall, and also volunteered at the Temple of Talos when she had the time. Hrogmar was a welcome addition to the family, and had an older brother to play with who he followed everywhere. As most Nords, he and his brother dreamt of being warriors famed across the nine holds, maybe even Companions, but Hrogmar dearly missed his father when he left for the war.
Teens: Hrogmar’s father had successfully returned from the south with great honour, but a part of him was missing that Hrogmar was too young to remember. His father’s warm and jovial personality had been replaced with a forlorn and quiet demeanour, devoid of satisfaction or laughter. Hrogmar learned from his brother that the loss of many of his friends had been the cause of his sadness, and grew to understand the rigours of war. Hrogmar’s mother was heartbroken, but proud of her husband, and held the family together with the aid of family friends. The truest smile Hrogmar saw from his father during these years came when his brother told the family of his intentions to join the Windhelm Guard. Hrogmar was his constant training companion, learning to use various swords and axes, and different armours.
Adulthood: After years of watching his brother patrol the hold, Hrogmar came of age to be able to do the same. Sure enough, he became part of the Windhelm Guard, large, strong and street-smart following a life of shadowing his older brother. The boredom set in earlier than it had with his brother, and Hrogmar’s father’s health continued to falter. Eventually, Hrogmar’s father died of a combination of old war wounds and alcoholism, but not before he heard the news that his youngest son was going to join Ulfric and fight with the Stormcloaks, and shed a proud tear.
About a dozen years later, and Hrogmar was stationed at the Falkreath Stormcloak Camp. He’d been sent on a scouting mission to secretly survey the hold’s capital with two others. They had set up a small camp by Shriekwind Bastion, but the Draugr set upon them by night, and only Hrogmar survived after being abandoned by his fellows. He returned to the camp to see it still smouldering, covered and crackling alongside the bodies of his fellow Nords and the Draugr alike. The bridges through the Rift towards Eastmarch were collapsed and ruined, each patrolled by a handful of the unnatural beings. Hrogmar retraced his steps after being mauled by a wandering bear and snuck towards the western outskirts of Whiterun with the aim of following the road north towards Fort Dunstad.
This colour, please.
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