Name - Herne
Age - 27
Race - Breton (Reachman)
Class - Warrior briarheart
Gender - Male
Side - Heroes (but for himself mainly)
Appearance - Herne is rather large for a Breton, almost on par with Nord stature that allows him to blend in if he so desired to. His skin has been darkened from outdoor living so it is an olive shade and is more often than not, covered in dirt and blood. He has plenty of scars marring his body also.
His hair is a deep, honeyed blonde that is shoulder length and usually tied into braids and his eyes are a deep hazel. His 'heart condition' is usually covered with the hides that he wears as armour, and that in turn is decorated with bones and feathers. On his lower half is the hide loincloth that is commonplace in any forsworn and it is decorated with two skulls that dangle from the leather belt.
The common headpiece of forsworn warriors is usually upon his head but he will remove it in order to talk with people. He generally only wears his helmet when engaging in battle or to intimidate his foes.
Personality - Despite his brutish look and his barbarous and cruel traits, Herne is surprisingly intelligent (for a forsworn). He still lacks thought when it comes to weighty situations as he appears to hold no worth to his own life and he is very reckless when it comes to fighting foes. Like a true Reachman he is loyal, fearless and a natural when it comes to cruelty and callousness , yet, he can be smart n his approaches to battle - employing his sharp tacticians mind to varying tactics between ambushes and full out assaults. He truly enjoys the bloodshed he causes, he mourns for his friends and he can be incredibly spiritual when it comes to their old gods....
However, he does see 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' as an excuse when it comes to siding with others.
Biography - Herne was born in the Reach, his parents (a chief and hs consort) killed by Ulfric in the Markarth incident when they were driven away from the capitl with fire and steel. Hate, festered, in Hernes heart and he took to the vigilante justice of the forsworn with all of his body and soul. So much so that he was one of the first briarheart warriors in their mountain encampment and was looked to with great fear and respect.
But then the Thalmor came and burned their 'village' to the ground...
It then became clear that any other races who were fighting against these cowards where a 'friend' of sorts and so far he has been searching for an alliance of warriors hat he believes worthy of his aid. It will be a tense alliance, he is aware of that, but...
'The enemy of my enemy is my friend...'
Weaponry - Two bone swords
Primary skills - One handed - Sneak - Archery (he's a decent combatant with a bow since th sword and the bow are, in his mind, are the most honorable weapons).
((If he isn't allowed then I'll make another guy ;D ))