Your character.

[YO MAMA]

Race- Nord

Name- Flek the Punisher

Class- Heavy armor warrior/ assasin/ranger.

Load out- He specializes in heavy armor, he wears daedric armor. He uses daedric weapons that he crafts himself. He specializes in archery, and one handed. His personal favorite, daedric bow with glass arrows.


Story- Flek was born in a town called Isaangar. It was a very small trade town. Ever since Flek was born he was blacksmithing and building. He crafted his first bow when he was 7. It was a daedric bow. Yes, by the time he was seven, he was a master at blacksmithing. In his spare time he would hunt with his father. Usually bringing home an elk or two. His mom would then cook it and serve it for dinner. One day, while Flek was running through the streets, he saw his father and the town's guard,s and men talking to Imperial soldiers. The Imperials did not look happy. The imperials rode away saying nasty things about our town. His father and the rest of the men walked away saying curses about the imperials. Later that night, he heard people talking inside the house. And they did not sound happy at all. He took a little peek. His dad was saying something about forcing the townsmen into fighting for the Imperials in the war against the Thalmor! He was not happy. The boy ran back to his bed and went to sleep. The next morning, he awoke in terror. He was in a imperial carrage! Being a boy, he paniced. He jumped out of the cart, and ran back toward the village. The imperials tried to catch him, but he was to fast. When he got back his village was burned down, all the towns people dead. From that day on, he became an assasin. Killing everyone in that division. He kills his target with glass arrows, and a small note. The raid records were burned, and lost. They burned any evidence. To this day, he is still hunting.

 

[Gore gro-Gijakudob]

Don't know many seven year olds that could strike a blacksmith's hammer. A blacksmith's hammer weighs about a kilogram, and you have to smack that iron at a constant pace with strength and precision over a very long period of time (I've tried it, it's damned hard which is why most blacksmiths who keep up the tradition are built like brick plops houses). I guess for some parents who don't mind having deformed children and allow them to start weightlifting at such a young age it would be theoretically possible but that still doesn't include all the nuances and subtleties that go with the skill. In game terms he wouldn't be able to craft a Deadric bow until his Smithing was at level 90 so he must have been making iron armour at about 6 months old. Unless Flek is from Krypton, I would make your character a bit older when he starts, maybe 14?

 

[YO MAMA]

Okay, how 'bout this?


Race- Nord

Name- Flek the Punisher

Class- Heavy armor warrior/ assasin/ranger.

Load out- He specializes in heavy armor, he wears daedric armor. He uses daedric weapons that he crafts himself. He specializes in archery, and one handed. His personal favorite, daedric bow with glass arrows.


Story- Flek was born in a town called Isaangar. It was a very small trade town. Ever since Flek was born he was blacksmithing and building. He crafted his first bow when he was 7. Yes, by the time he was seven, he was a crafter at blacksmithing. In his spare time he would hunt with his father. Usually bringing home an elk or two. His mom would then cook it and serve it for dinner. Years passed, by the time she was seventeen he was a master a smithing. He wanted to make a bow like his father’s bow. A Daedric Bow. But he couldn’t find a daedric heart. His dad said to beat one, you need to be skilled in the art of one handed sword fighting. Flek started to train, so one day he could fight a daedra , and win. One day, while Flek was running through the streets, he saw his father and the town's guard’s and men talking to Imperial soldiers. The Imperials did not look happy. The imperials rode away saying nasty things about our town. His father and the rest of the men walked away saying curses about the imperials. Later that night, he heard people talking inside the house. And they did not sound happy at all. He took a little peek. His dad was saying something about forcing the townsmen into fighting for the Imperials in the war against the Thalmor! He was not happy. The boy ran back to his bed and went to sleep. The next morning, he awoke in terror. He was in a imperial carrage! Being a boy, he paniced. He jumped out of the cart, and ran back toward the village. The imperials tried to catch him, but he was to fast. When he got back his village was burned down, all the towns people dead. He saw his moms and dads head in a bucket near the chopping block. His whole body was filled with anger. He ran inside his house, and got his sword, and his father’s bow. He then ran out of the burning building right before it fell down. He took gear, and weapons . From that day on, he became an assasin. Killing everyone in that division. He kills his target with glass arrows, and a small note. The raid records were burned, and lost. They burned any evidence. To this day, he is still hunting.