Oh geez. Seems I've already screwed up. Sorry, i'm new. too eager for my own good. Hope this clears things up. If it'll help the story, perhaps my next post could be me waking up from passing out? Drinks can do that. And cause memory loss.
Character Card:
Name: Regulus, called Reggie or Reg by friends (last name unknown)
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Age: About 18-19 (exact unknown)
Class: Mercenary
Uses: Two-Handed, One-Handed, Light Armor, Block, some Stealth
Appearance: Kind face, burgeoning muscle, barely manageable shortish brown hair, bright blue eyes, average height (about 5' 8-9"), average weight
Equipment: Steel Battleaxe, twin Steel Daggers, prefers self-crafted leather armor but will use Imperial light to deceive enemies. Always wears an amulet of Talos from his father.
Personality: No job is too big or small, for the right price. Always on the lookout for alcohol, particularly Nord Mead, not that vile Black-Briar junk. Loyal friend, fierce fighter, generally trusting until someone gives him a reason not to.
Bio: Grew up with his father, a righteous man who taught him the Nordic ways of the world, how to fight, live off the land, and how to be a gentleman. Father put emphasis on money, as they were poor, so every day was a struggle. Made due until father caught ill. Spent all his time looking for answers, help, and money, always more money. Made friends and connections in the Stormcloak army, Thieves Guild, dark Brotherhood, and Markarth underground. When father passed on, inherited old axe and amulet that he always has. Became so depressed, he fell into drinking. Friends pulled him out, but he still loves the drink, and is always hunting for money. Became a mercenary to do so.
Likes: Good people, gold, good food, alcohol
Dislikes: Egotists, corruption, poverty, sobriety