Hey there, fellas!
New to the forum. This is actually my first post - But I have experience roleplaying - and if you're not full, I'd love to join! Here's my app.
Name:Orthus Daverius
Race:Cyrodil
Age: 38
Appearance: Dirty Blond Hair, that has begun to Gray recently, due to a compulsive smoking habit. Orthus is about 6'2, and built Big and Brawny, the build of a true Soldier of the Empire. His shoulders were squared off, along with his jaw, and his back was straight, from years of training. Relatively unscarred, aside from a few minor cuts on his hands from his years of Swordsmanship, Orthus also has a tan, which has faded away in his many years of being posted in Skyrim. Orthus wears his armor at all times, wearing a red shirt underneath his Leather Armor, along with his bracers and boots. However, Orthus does not wear his Helmet unless going into a serious battle. He wears his sword at all times, but finds that bows are for cowards, and refuses to use them.
Backstory:
Orthus was born and raised in the Imperial City in Cyrodil, and at a young and tender age, he left home to seek Glory for the Empire, just as his Father had at the same age, of Fourteen. As soon as he joined the Legion, it was clear he had a knack for swordplay, and not much else. He wasn't well mannered, he wasn't good with a bow, he could hardly keep his beard trimmed. Swordsmanship was all that seemed to matter to Orthus. That, and a good Pipe. Then, after many years of boring and degrading Guard Duty, finally, something had came up. Orthus was now Twenty Eight, and Civil Unrest was beginning to stir in the Province of Skyrim.
Orthus was one of the first Legionarres to arrive in Skyrim, in response to the death of the High King, and as such, Stormcloak resistance was strong. Orthus proved to be an excellent soldier on the front lines, and after four years of fighting, he earned the rank of Praetor. Fighting went on even longer, and then.. The Stormcloak's crushing victory. Although most of the Empires' soldiers returned home, a few camps, one of which Orthus was a part of, stayed on, in an attempt to dismantle some of the Stormcloaks' new-found power.
Personality: Orthus is a fierce soldier of the Empire, and as such, he has been trained since boyhood to be Loyal to what he's been trained to believe in. Honor, The Empire, and Decency. Orthus is a fair fighter, and would never kill an unarmed man, but insulting him on his honor? He may just break that rule. As for the Empire, he is firmly entrenched in his beliefs, and is more than willing than to spill blood for them, his family, and his friends.