Name: Zancrow Dorgoneel
Race: Nord
Alignment: Grimiore Order
Sex: Male
Personality: Loyal, Takes "Head First" aproach
Appearence: Zancrow has long and spiky blond hair that reaches down to his lower back. He is usually depicted with a psychotic grin on his face as he shows his teeth. His red or pink pupils consist of several concentric circles, which further enhances his crazed appearance. He wears a yellow and dark blue skirt-like armor with a red waist ribbon that exposes the right side of his chest as well as his right shoulder, where his Order tattoo is located.
Afflictions: None
Gear: Cloth Armour (As seen on my profile picture)
Skills: Destruction Magic
Story: Zancrow was born and raised into the Grimiore Order, it was a order made up of 7 people who called themselves the 7 Kin of Purgatory: Riog, Volki, Lolindir, Ferdirand, Gasok, Vikino, Silosk. They thought they were doing the gods bidding, by creating a new world, having to destroy the old one. They started their attack on a village named DarkVale, once they destroyed that one, they went on to the next. But soon after, the Dark Brotherhood was contracted to kill them. Zancrow managed to escape, being only 10 at the time he ran from Cyrodil to Skyrim, he had met many people along the way. Friends, enemys. But someone in particular stood out, a mage named Forbest taught Destruction magic, Fire especially that was lost to the ages. After Zancrow left Forbest's care he considered himself a God, a new one that would repair the order and find a way to make a new world. He is a wandering man with no home, he usually uses his time finding people to repair the order.
Once he heard about the Dragonborn's Death he thought "With him out of the way, what if I could show that i'm the most powerful human?" He instantly want to slay Alduin, then everyone would believe him. So he then talked to townspeople and heard a rumor about a pack that was emerging to help slay the wretched dragon, And wanted to join right away
Zancrow emerged from the shadows of the Inn "The Inn is quiet tonight, almost like somebody died" He let out a quick chuckle then walked beside the fire in the middle of a room. "Heard a rumor that the dragonborn died, a shame. I was planning on besting him in batte" He looked at the warrior with a saddistic smile, the man greeted him back with a smug smile. "You couldn't even beat me!" The man said, the alcohol on his breath was tantalizing "Give it your best try, I dare ya! I could kick your ass anyday!" The both got up and they were gripped into battle. "This all you got?" Zancrow said, he then proceeded to uppercut the man, who tumbled back, but was still on his feet, he ran up and body checked Zancrow, he fell into a table and broke it. "Oh, thats it buddy!" Zancrow swiftly got up and ran straight into the man, Zancrow sheepishly bear hugged him then through him to the ground, "Not so high and mighty now, eh?" He said, as he manically laughed. He nodded to everyone then walked out of the Inn.