OOC Red Hand: Quest for Dragonblood 18+

Yeah. I would use a color, but I can't.

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Name: Raz'Gul Bloodfist

Race: Orsimer/Werewolf

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Religion: Malacath

Equipment/Magic/Tools: A full custom set of heavy armor. It looks like Orcish Ebony a dark green with intricate gold designs on it polished and always looking pristine. He carries a large two handed axe its obviously of Orcish smithing. Was made for and given to him by his mother although he has kept it and improved it slightly its base remains largely the same a worn. With something written along the upper part of the hilt in orcish. It translates to "May your strikes be sure and precise, to quench this blade with blood."

Appearance: He is a very large orc. Standing well over six feet tall and weighing in at about 230lbs and muscular. He has a light green skin but stands out with silver hair cut shaved on the sides and short into a small pony tail to fit into his helmet, Bright blue eyes an anomaly among orcs. Small tusks and horns that line his brow. A red hand print that has been tattooed unto his face as apposed to just warpaint.

Personality: For his rough demeanor he doesn't speak much choosing to observe his environment as apposed to interacting with it. He does have a short temper. which can be a downfall for him. Rarely turns down a chance to fight and prove himself and never when coin is involved.

History/Background: Born in the Skyrim stronghold of Dushnik-Yal near Markarth. He was the third son of the Chiefs forge wife. From a very young age he began mining and smithing with his mother he had a great knack for forging metal. He dreamed as a boy to be a great warrior and great orc leader. At the age of 17 he was a master smith and almost unrivaled with a two handed axe. Yet he began to realize that being the third son of a forge wife and sixth son of the Chief left him little options and he refused to be stuck behind a forge his whole life. So he left the stronghold with an axe his mother forged especially for him. He went to Markarth and became hired muscle for the Silvebloods. He did this for about 3 years. Realizing he was better than a common thug he began to hunt bounties around the reach. Perfecting his skill with his axe "Cleaver". These travels led him to the Orc stronghold of Mor Khazgor. He was stunned to meet a beautiful Orc woman about his age. His skill attracted her to him. Soon they wed in secret she was the daughter of the Chief and he refused to let his daughter marry a "homeless" Orc. When he found out about their marriage he was furious and had his son attack Raz'gul who defeated the Chiefs son. They were then aloud to leave but were banished from the stronghold. They lived happily in Markarth for about two years when Raz'gul decided to try and become a companion. He rose quickly through the ranks and was offered a place among the circle and received the gift of Hircine. Still new to the trials of being a werewolf he and his wife were out one night and he turned killing her. When he came to he was destroyed seeing what he did to his only love. His hands covered in blood he adopted the name Bloodfist and left the companions. Thats when he got a red hand tattooed on his face to never forget what he did. Spending years traveling Skyrims holds. Collecting bounties and smithing to survive. He learned to control the beast within and was able to stop turning all together still embracing the wolf inside. He now looks for more of a challenge and the death an orc deserves. But knows not where to find it.

Specialty: Two Handed Axes. Hes a ferocious warrior strong and agile for his size thanks to the werewolf blood that flows through his veins. He uses his weight and armors weight for large powerful swings although it is exhausting and makes his defensive abilities and movements slow and leads to an occasional injury.

Skills:
Master: Two Handed, Blacksmithing
Expert: Heavy Armor wearing, Blocking
Adept: Where his weaknesses lie he's so focused on the few things the rest fall to the wayside.