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  • Thorriniir Kyne-Son, Son of the North Sep 18, 2017

    (The art used in this CC are not 100% depictions of this character, but rather accurate ideas of what his visage is. Please keep this in mind while reading, and rely mainly on the descriptions in his CC and use the photos as reference points and imagery.)


    Thorriniir Kyne-Son
    "A test to prove your worth in the eyes of Kyne. Show that you're a hunter and no simple butcher."

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    NAME: Thorriniir Tiberius Kyne-Son

    ALIAS: Thorr, Frost-Heart

    AGE: 23

    BIRTH-DATE: 7th of Last Seed, 4E 179

    BIRTH PLACE: Temple of Kyne, Whiterun

    GENDER: Male

    RACE/ORIGIN: Nord [100%]

    CLASS: Hunter/Ranger

    PROFESSION: Hunter, Vigilante Ranger, Stormcloak Agent

    LATERALITY: Righthanded

    SEXUALITY: Straight


    FAMILY: Father [Deceased], Mother [Deceased], Meadow

    POSSESSIONS/HEIRLOOMS: His carved Amulet of Kyne

    AFFILIATIONS: The Forests, Creatures, and People of Skyrim; Ulfric Stormcloak, and a friend to the Companions


    RELIGION: The Full and Original Nordic Pantheon of worship, with the specific worship of Kyne


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    HEIGHT: 6'1"

    WEIGHT: 177 lbs.

    BUILD: Muscular, Strong, Rugged, Stoic

    Square, Stern, Powerful, Heroic

    EYES: Dark, Forest Green

    SKIN TONE: Fair Nordic complexion, Muddied by lifelong exposure to the wilds of Skyrim

    HAIR STYLE: Moderately Long, Unkempt, Usually with the Upper portion Tied Back

    FACIAL HAIR: Thick, Rugged beard and goatee

    HAIR COLOR: Ashy, Soft Light Brown

    SCARS: Countless dotting his body, the most noticeable is a Sabercat Scar; One claw mark above his right brow, and two more down his left cheek

    TATTOOS: The story behind his tattoos is one of devotion to his heritage, and can be found in the "History" portion of this character card. Wrapped around the back of his neck, is the depiction of Shor's Fox (it's head on the direct back of his neck) [See that Here], directly on his jugular between the ends of his Shor tattooo, is a moderately small symbol of Talos/Ysmir [See that Here], stretched across his shoulders and shoulderblades on his back, is the depiction of Kyne's Hawk [See that Here], Across his collarbone and upper chest, is the depiction of the World Eater's Dragon [See that Here], wrapped around his right bicep is the depiction of Tsun's Bear [See that Here], wrapped around his left bicep is the depiction of Stuhn's Whale [See that Here], on the top of his right shoulder facing out to his right, is a symbol of Maloch(Malacath but in the Nordic Pantheon) [See that Here], on the top of his left shoulder facing out to his left, is a symbol of Herma-Mora(Hermaeus Mora but in the Nordic Pantheon) [See that Here], stretched out underneath his pectoral muscles on his chest, is the depiction of Dibella's Moth [See that Here], Stretched across his lower waist just below his naval, is the depiction of Mara's Wolf [See that Here], Wrapped around his lower right leg, is the depiction of Jhunal's Owl [See that Here], and Wrapped around his lower left leg, is the depiction of Orkey's Snake [See that Here]



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    TEMPER: Even-tempered; he can lose his temper now and then, but it's very rare and takes quite a lot to do so.

    OUTLOOK: Positive; he knows that the world is dark and foreboding, but refuses to let that dim the light of the world he serves to protect.

    HONOR: Incredibly High; he holds hatred and resentment towards many, fear and judgement as well, but none of which takes away his belief that all beings deserve their lives, no matter how he feels about them, to be honored in the way they sought them to be.

    ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good; he stands for the greater good of all beings and the world, and recognizes a lot of authority out there restricts this belief, and thus willingly stands against them when need be.

    POSITIVE TRAITS: Honorable, Respectful, Intelligent, Friendly, Jolly, Passionate, Strong, Strategic, Protective, Compassionate, Selfless, Empathetic, Caring, Devoted

    NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Strong-willed, Rigid in his Lifestyle, Reserved, Shy, Stoic, Slightly Intimidating, "Resting Bitch Face", Slightly Overzealous

    LIKES: Nature, Animals, Snow, Rain, Clouds, Thunderstorms, Blizzards, the Sun, the Moons, Blue Skies, the Night Sky, Stars, Mountains, Trees, Forests, Lakes, Rivers, Ice, Plains, Lush and Diverse terrain and ecosystems

    DISLIKES: Disrespect in any form to anything and anyone, Ignorance, Bigotry, Poachers, Thalmor, Egocentric Individuals, Selfish Individuals, Apathy, Pollution, Urban Cities, Urbanization, Oppression, Needless Violence, Killing, and Death

    FEARS: The Destruction of Nature, Animals and everything he loves and protects, losing touch with Kyne, losing the lives of others

    PHOBIAS: None

    HABITS/QUIRKS: Whistling the occasional Bard tune, Stopping and staring at he sky, playing with his amulet

    ASPIRATIONS/GOALS: Fall in Love and start a Family, Serve Kyne's will, Help Skyrim stay Sovereign. Follow Nordic Tradition, Protect the souls and lives of Wildlife and others


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    HEAD: He prefers to wear nothing, aside from his hood if the weather permits; however he does own a leather, ram horn helmet that he wore while serving for Ulfric Stormcloak and his rebellion. It looks something like THIS. His hood is woven, mixed animal furs and hides like the rest of his armor, and sewn into the armor itself.

    TORSO: He wears fur-hide armor, it doubles as comfort-wear, and battle-wear as well as serving him well as he travels and hunts in the wilds of his province. While wearing it, he has been mistaken as a true bear wearing the skins of it's prey - according to his comrades and friends. He also carries his leather and hide quiver, usually filled with his own self-crafted iron arrows. [Here's an idea of that]

    ARMS AND SHOULDERS: His shoulders are covered in the armor that surrounds his upper body and upper legs, while his arms are wrapped in a similar way, with the hides and furs of the animals he hunts. His hands are never covered, however. Despite the risk of hypothermia in some of the places he travels, he prefers not to sacrifice dexterity for warmth, or most anything for that matter.

    WAIST: His waist has nothing but a simple leather belt, with an attached sheathe for his sword. Sometimes he wraps his water-skin up to it as well, or the occasional satchel of coins.

    LEGS AND FEET: His feet and legs, like the rest of his form, is covered and wrapped in the furs and hides of his hunts. Underneath these furs, however, is a thin pair of black cloth leggings.

    EVERYDAY CARRY: The one and only object he carries with him outside of the occasional coin, stone pipe and water, is his Amulet of Kyne. He made this Amulet after concluding the trials that Kyne set before him to prove his worth and respect to her, the gods, and to Skyrim with all it's denizens. It is crafted from him putting together pieces of wood from all the 9 holds.

    WEAPONS: Thorr carries only 3 simple weapons with him; A Bow, a Sword and a Knife all he crafted from materials found throughout all the holds of Skyrim.

    His bow, Pine, he made as a Spruce-lined Birch bow; crafted with Birch from the Rift and Spruce of the Falkreath, with a string spun with the silk of frostbite spiders in Hjaalmarch. From it, he shoots simple random-metaled arrows which he crafts with whatever ingots he may collect on his travels [Here's an idea of what Pine could look like].

    His sword, Zeal, he forged within the ancient stone walls of Markarth. The Pommel and Hilt were smithed with an Iron ingot given to him by Ulfric Stormcloak during his service, "cast in Windhelp to be purer than all the other Iron in Skyrim, as pure as the Ice of Eastmarch"; the blade was crafted with a Skyforge Steel damascus from Whiterun, it's handle cut from a Northern Ceder in Haafingar, and it's sheathe made of Troll hide from the Pale [Here's an idea of what Zeal might look like].

    Last is his dagger, Shale. It's blade is crafted from ancient nordic metal, found in the glaciers north of Winterhold, while it's handle was cut and shaped from one of the frozen oaks in the Pale, and wrapped in the fur of on of it's norther mammoths [Here's a look at what that could be like].

    MAGIC: He uses none, has no use for any, but respect those that are able to harness and use it's power.

    FIGHTING ABILITIES: A formidable warrior and archer who once fought for the Stormcloak cause, Thorr is proficient in wielding his blade in close combat, as well as his bow. With his life spent as a hunter, his prowess with a bow at any distance is matched by few, and his ability to traverse any terrain without being seen or heard is like that of the formidable predators in the land that shaped him. Though his knife isn't necessarily meant for any offensive means, he is able to wield it as expertly as he is dissecting his prey.

    FIGHTING STYLE: He's a good fighter anywhere on the battlefield, and more than willing to be. Need somebody covering you from afar? He's got you. Need somebody behind you, watching your back while clashing steel? He's got you. Need somebody to get in and out without being seen? He's got you. Give him a place, he'll find it. Give him a role, he'll fill it. Give him a job, he'll get it done.



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    NAME: Meadow

    ALIAS: Mei (pronounced 'may')

    AGE: Unknown, but an adult in her prime


    GENDER: Female

    RELATIONSHIP/FAMILY: The pet, friend, family and thrall of Thorriniir Kyne-Son

    AFFLICTIONS: Unnoticeably Dead


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    HAIR/FUR COLOR: Her pelt is colored like the thrush in Whiterun she feeds on, as tan and yellow as the grassy plains, with a spotted cloud underbelly like the earth beneath it.

    EYE COLOR: A dull almost "dead" orangish brown

    BODY/BUILD/SIZE: 2'8" at the shoulder, and 3'4" from nose to tail, her lithe 45 pound body nimbly and quickly traverses whatever terrain that lies before her, effortlessly invisible and unheard.


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    TEMPER: As Even-tempered as her master, she is a wild animal however and her bark isn't as bad as her bite

    POSITIVE TRAITS: Quick, Quiet, Well Behaved, Trained, Polite, Friendly, Happy, Curious, Playful, Jolly, Goofy

    NEGATIVE TRAITS: Wild, Restless, Moody, Slightly Short Attention Span

    LIKES: Dirt, Running, Grass, Thrushes, Hunting, Climbing, Chasing both Small and Large game, Swimming, Mud, Snow, Horse Hide

    DISLIKES: Trolls, Thunder, Blizzards, Chickens

    FEARS: Trolls, Thunder, Chickens

    HABITS/QUIRKS: She likes roll in warm dirt, Sunbathing, Chewing Wild Grass, Chasing Bugs, Nipping and Playing with Thorr's hands while he's doing things, Talking to Herself


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    UPBRINGING: He unfortunately never got to meet his father, but his mother told him stories about how good and strong a man the Nord was. He was a soldier of the Empire, a veteran and hero of the Great War and a true son of Skyrim. When asked about his father, his mother would simply say, "he joined Sovngarde like the heroes in your story books, fighting those who look to oppress the true sons and daughters of Skyrim, young one." It was only until his mother was taken that he understood what really happened to his Father, as his mother shared the same fate. They were taken by the Thalmor on their rare visits to Whiterun. Examples of the consequences that disobeying the laws enforced by the White Gold Concordat led to. Worshiping their Warrior God, the god that guided his father through the death-filled battles for the empire, Talos, had been the condemnation of their souls from living.

    He was taken in by the priestesses of Kyne, in the shrine near where his home once was. They opted to change his name, eliminating the possibility of the Dominion's return for him; as they would likely look for the same namesake as their previous examples for ease of discovery and assumption of guilt. Kyne-Son he was affectionately called, and they taught about the traditional Nord gods and their affects and connection to mortal man.

    Along with their raising of the young boy, the Companions also had a roll in his upbringing, teaching him the ways of honor and protection, the greatest gifts any Nord can give to Skyrim and her people.
    Over time he grew into a smart, well mannered, devoted and honorable adolescent, slowly growing more and more independent with every day. It was only when the then young Aela, Farkas and Vilkas of the Companions invited the young boy to accompany them on a little adventure, that he found his purpose and respect for his home and province. It was nothing more than a simple hunt, to bring food home for the people of Whiterun and the warriors in Jorvaskrr, but it turned to be much more than that for him. Kyne spoke to him that day, with every arrow that flew. From then on, he devoted himself to her and his divines; hunting the wilds for it's bounty and protecting his home and all the life within it.

    HIS TRIALS: After some long years learning his craft, Thorriniir grew to be quite the young hunter, and at the age of 17 he was called upon by Kyne once again, this time a little more literally. She came an apparition on the wings of a hawk, interrupting the long tracked hunt of an elk. Without words, and only on instinct, he knew to follow the bird, who led him up the mountainside north of his home city. She brought him to the apparition of a rabbit, plump and ripe. Out of instinct alone, Thorr drew the string of his old longbow, skewering the animal on it's head. As his prey dropped, it's form disappeared leaving the lone arrow resting on the ground as if it was caught and set down. He looked to the hawk, who sat in a tree above, as it nodded and took off once more. It led him home where he briefly spoke to his matron, the elderly Priest of Kyne, who told him he was being given the ancient trials of the goddess; a great honor among all Skyrim's hunters and one he would take. He never looked back at his home leaving that day, and trusted the wind to guide him. He hunted true game, wandering his homeland from village to village, awaiting the sight of a sign from Kyne. She would come to him in the wind, or as a feather or in the call of a hawk - and when she did, he would diligently track the path she had left for him. From salmon to mudcrab, from finch to pheasant, Thorrin was given the spirits of game from the sizes of fox to Mammoth, in service and in challenge from the goddess. It was only on his final test, that he was tasked with facing more than just the spirit of a creature. A duo of Sabercats, one an apparition and one breathing and true. Without fear he faced the challenge of the hunt like he would any other. The boy of a mere 19 years, emerged his final challenge with a signature of his fallen foe upon his face and the winds of Kyne at his back. He had proven his worth in the eyes of the gods, and in return, a symbol of his victory; the experience of a hunter well beyond his years.

    HIS TATTOOS: At the conclusion of his trials, Thorr felt as if he was slowly disconnecting from his gods while focusing so primarily on the mother goddess. "Study, my friend, study with me. Follow me through the fall, winter and spring. Follow me until the next summer sun rises, and together we will have regained the truest of connections a Nord can reach with his gods." He met Odiir while walking the shore of lake Ilinalta, finding him sitting in the water. It's surface submerged the entirety of his body, all the way up to just under the nostrils of his nose while around him a school of slaughterfish swam. As calm as he, they surrounded in slow concentric circles as the man seemingly slept in the lake. He "woke up", and waded into the shore without taking a bite from the carnivorous fish with nothing but a friendly grin. After short introductions, Odiir quickly extended this invitation, and Thorriniir accepted. They traveled from mountain top to mountain top, from river to river, from cave to cave; a pilgrimage of study and devotion. He taught him how to feel the god's, and once he learned the skill, together they found the locations where they felt the strongest of pulls. Meditation would be all they did in these locations, sometimes for days on end, ceasing words and relying merely on thoughts and feelings. In one of their meditations, Thorriniir was surprised to feel sharp needle works on a part of his body while the images of an aetherial fox filled his mind. He left his dreamlike state, only to be guided to a sharp tool and ink, and the need to design curves and shapes upon his friends frozen body. Together, they'd awaken to find they had envisioned the same images, and felt the same feelings. Along with this, the thick and intricate patterns of what they had seen found a spot on their bodies. Twelve times this happened, one for each of the deities worshiped in their Nordic heritage - both ancient and modern.

    -- On their throats, where the power of their voices originated, they found the symbol for Ysmir, or Talos. The Dragon of the North, and once the Dragonborn; user of the Thu'um. They learned that his mark and it's location symbolized the power and passion that came from all Nords' voices; once they took down the plight of dragons and if unified once more, they could keep their lands sovereign and true.

    -- Curling along their necks to the back of them, lay the face of a Fox; the image of Shor. The Warrior god and creator of Sovngarde. They learned that his mark and it's location represented their origin and the gateways of their souls when departing to his realm after lifetimes of heroic service in battle.

    -- Opposite Shor's mark across their collarbones, was the face and foreboding wings of the World Eater Alduin. His symbol and it's location, they learned to represent the inevitability of all the world's end with a single flap with the powerful muscles in that location, and one's willingness to accept and live willingly in spite of it.

    -- Across the backs of their shoulders the wingspan of a hawk stretched out; the symbol for Kyne. The goddess of the wind, the mother of men and the widow of Shor. They learned that her symbol and it's location represents the openness of life and it's endless opportunity in which she has given all of man to fly.

    -- On their biceps were the symbols of Bear and Whale; representing the brother gods Tsun and Stuhn. The god of facing adversity and the god of the benefits of war, they learned the locations of Shor's shield-thanes and their symbols to represent the strength and willpower all Nords have to conquer and control all battles that lay ahead of them.

    -- On their shoulders are the symbols of Maloch and Herma-mora. The gods of War and Wisdom, they learned their symbols and their location represents the ability for one to choose the best of the paths that lay ahead of them, whether it be the power conflict or the power of harmony.

    -- Across their chests near their hearts are the stretched wings of a moth, the image of Dibella. The goddess of love and beauty, they learned her symbol and it's location represents man's ability to love openly and the beauty within every being.

    -- Across their stomachs below the navel, they found the heads of wolves; the symbol of Mara. The goddess handmaiden of Kyne, love and family, they learned her symbol and it's location to represent the origins of birth and family, and the source of loyalty and kinship.

    -- Wrapping around the calf and shin of their right legs are the wings and face of an owl; the symbol of Jhunal. The fallen god of order, they learned his symbol and it's location represents how weak the call of rules and following order is for all beings, and the difficulty that comes with deciding what is right and wrong.

    -- Wrapping around the calf and shin of their left legs are the tendrils and length of a snake; the symbol of Orkey. The enemy god of mortality and ruin, they learned that his symbol and it's location represents the constant and ever-existent call to evil and darkness one has over others and the choice one has to decide whether or not to follow the urge.

    What compelled these uncontrolled, trance like events which gifted them this symbols, they could only assume were the beings with which they drew. Odiir left Thorr's company when the summer returned, following the same call that had guided him and Thorriniir on their meditations. It had pulled at him to leave Skyrim, while it tethered Thorriniir to his home. They've not seen each-other since, but the warmth of his presence and guidance is something Thorr still feels to this day.

    MEADOW: Against his core values, Thorriniir respects all life and it's place in the plane of mundus; especially when it comes to wildlife, the flora and fauna he naturally surrounds himself in. He prefers to kill and hunt for what he needs, use what he can and sell for the good of others. With this, he defends nature and it's denizens against those who aim to kill without reason, and stands harshly against the violence some aim to pose against it.

    On a particularly windy and rainy afternoon, while tracking a small herd of elk in the western reaches of Falkreath hold, Thorr came across the sounds of what could only be described as slaughter. The sight he stumbled upon when following the noise, was the remnants of hunter camp, belonging to hunters he knew well. Hjork and Vorii, a couple from Karthwasten. When he was close enough to take aim, Thorr drew an arrow ready to fire at one of the two bandits who had lain waste to the camp, also killing Vorii. With a blade at Hjork's neck, Thorr's sight down the his arrow focused on him as he threatened and warned the Bandits to leave the man. Else they stood to face arrows in painful places that would only emasculate them. One took flight. Sprinting through the forest in the opposite direction of Thorr. The other stood strong, his blade tight against the man's throat. Thorr warned once more, but mid call the bandit moved. His blade tore through Hjork's flesh. The murderer began a step to run. An arrow shot violently, without mercy. The savage had planned ahead. His direction betrayed his step. Thorr's aim was tricked. The arrow flew, suddenly aimless. The bandit made away with a pouch of coin. Leaving Thorr alone, surrounded by carnage.

    Weary and torn with sorrow, Thorr did his best to pack up the couple's camp, and lay the two next to each-other in respect. His plan was to turn tail back to Falkreath as swift as he could, in search of a shovel to bury his friends in a way he knew they would see fit. Before he did, however, the whimpers and labored breathing of a creature filled his ears. He must have been blind to the noise in his grief, however his regret lasted only a second as he searched for the source. A Coyote, just at the beginning of it's adulthood; suffering at his hand. As he rushed to it's side, it whimpered it's last breathless plea and fell still. The young man's grief and regret doubled in that moment, breaking his stoic, respectful attitude into a bumbling mess of sadness. He laid next to the body of fallen animal and his murdered friends, ruminating on the thoughts of his regret. Had he arrived a moment sooner, he could have saved both of his friends, and spared the small canine's life. Had he been a better shot, he could have saved Hjork at least, rid the world of one worthless individual, and again, spared the small canine. The moment was suddenly too much for the young man, he had felt loss greater than this before but at a much younger age. Since then, he had never lost anyone he knew so unnaturally, or killed a creature so needlessly and so painfully. Even the violent seizing of his matron priestess that took her didn't fill him with near as much grief. It was like a lifetime of witnessing death had exploded within his mind.

    He laid quietly letting his sadness bleed from his eyes with tears, staring into the cloudy, rainy sky. In the midst of his swirling sadness, the sky cleared with a soft rush of warm wind which also ended the bustling air currents that came with the rain. His vision cleared for a moment, as the warmth filled him with a familiar feeling. He let his head turn to the body of the coyote. Standing just beyond the lifeless creature, was a large hawk, staring softly into his mourning eyes. There was no words, no sounds, and then the hawk slowly extended it's wings and took off from the ground with a powerful gust of wind. He watched it propel itself, dashing away through the canopy and into the sky. It's call echoed through the entire focus as it seemed to disappear from existence, and he watched the sky fill with clouds once more; returning the rain and wind around him. He closed his eyes, returning to his sadness but this time wondering why such a symbol from Kyne would have visited him in a time such as then. It was only when he felt gentle, warm breaths through a wet nose on his cheek, that his eyes shot open. He sat up as straight as a board and stared at the coyote who sat up with him, returning his gaze. It's head tilted to one side, before it laid itself down on it's fore-paws and continued to return his blank stare.

    "Life is fragile young one. You know it should not be taken needlessly. But to think all life is your responsibility is to lose your life. You have honored the gods and life in every step you have taken. We know you will do so until your final days. But we have seen your path, and there is something you forget time and time again without fail. This is one lesson you cannot be taught We cannot remind you at every time you forget more than once. So may she be a constant reminder of what life means. How fragile it is and how futile it is to deny its loss. How responsibility is different than respect and protection. So to look after her is your lifelong responsibility. To learn from her, is to know what it means to respect life. Because she knows what it's like to lose it. This is her second chance- her afterlife. She will not take it for granted while you walk together and learn from each-other. You are bound now. She will breathe with you in unison until your last breath. Which she will share with you as her own."

    The voice was profound in his head; booming and stern. It was clear, Kyne was clear, the gods were clear. He knew it was true, he knew he would never be able to tell the difference between him being responsible for all wildlife and him protecting and defending it, whenever a creature died. It would blur his outlook, like it had in that moment. Something so simple to comprehend, something so easy to understand. Something he could get when it was said, but that he couldn't feel sitting on the ground in the rain. But he could feel her, the canine, and through her, the instinct to protect wildlife without any feeling of being responsible for it. She was his guiding light in a fight he would lose with every death he was close to.

    He looked into her eyes, and felt every inhale and exhale of her lungs. Her eyes matched his, and he knew they both felt a mutual warmth. A warmth that brought him back to his first memories of hunting with Aela and the brothers. The warm summer air, orange flame colored rays catching the blades of wild grasses glowing gold in reflection. The gentle wind tickling the expanse of dancing brush carrying the gentle, beckoning scent of hay from the farmlands close by. The feeling of the plants almost exhaling as he ran his fingers through their strands, while walking across their roots. He let his hand reach out to her, and she stood. They never broke eye contact, and he felt the pull his hand created, beckoning her closer. Her head pressed into his open palm, and the feeling of her affectionate push sent a comforting chill through his body.


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    (Trying this part out, inspired by some of my old CCs as well as @Zelda's Lovely CCs)

    VOICE: Strong and Firm

    VOICE REFERENCE: Troy Baker as Joel from "Last of Us" [Click for Example]

    PERSONAL SCORE THEME: "Home" composed by Daniel Beijbom

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