Viarco Strong-Head
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Name: Viarco Strong-Head
Race: Nord
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Class: Spellsword
Height: 6'3"
Weight (without armor): 225 lbs
Appearance: Viarco is light-skinned, and is a fairly muscular fellow; not to the extent of shirt-ripping biceps, necessarily, but he's fit. He has eyes of a pale blue, with braided blonde hair and a short-cut beard of the same color. There's a small scar underneath his left eye, which Viarco is quite reserved on explaining the story of other than he's had it since childhood.
Typical Clothes: When not in battle-related situations, or anything that would require his armor, really, Viarco wears a dark blue robe that goes down to about his kneecaps, over a white and royal blue worn woolen garment and pants, and leather shoes. He keeps a hilt for his sword underneath the aforementioned robe, just in case he encounters an unexpected adversary of some kind.
Battle Armor: Viarco typically prefers to wear light armor, favoring maneuverability, but he's able to make the best of the situation if he doesn't have that; though he may be a tad over-encumbered should he be having to wear heavy armor.
Personality: While he is a bit reserved of a man, Viarco is always happy to share a bottle of mead with any man or woman, and he's one of the first to step forward when someone is in need. However, due a lot of the inner struggles he faces, Viarco tries to not let himself get attached much anymore, so he may begin acting rather abrasive around those whom he cares about, and whom he knows care about him as well, but he makes sure it's not to the point where it's considered hostility.
Background: Born and raised in Morthal to honorable working parents in 4E 170, Viarco led a peaceful early childhood until he was 5 years old, when the White-Gold Concordat was signed that gave the Aldmeri Dominion clearance to eliminate Talos worship. As the Thalmor made their initial rounds around Skyrim doing so, they stumbled across Viarco's family, who were open Talos worshippers and proud patriots of Nordic culture. With quite the struggle, Viarco's parents were seized from their home, with the young boy left with tears in his eyes as his parents yelled back at him, reaffirming that everything was fine as they were shoved into the Thalmor's carriage; and, additionally, a hatred for the Aldmeri Dominion that took his parents.
Fast forward to Viarco now, at 31 years of age. Waiting for the perfect time to fight back against the Thalmor and, he prayed, find his parents, he had been training himself in the use of the blade for years, as well as going out and doing mercenary work around the holds to earn his keep. Upon encountering and dispatching a certain bandit caravan one day on a job, he discovered one of the bandits had an old book of spells on his person; Viarco's curiosity was piqued, and studying it and Destruction magic in general more revealed to him new ways he could combat his foes, and led to him fully embracing the "spellsword" identity. Now, he sympathizes with the Stormcloak cause, keeping his eyes and ears open for openings to possibly cause damage to the Thalmor whenever possible.
Skills: The one-handed sword and the school of Destruction are Viarco's two weapons of choice, being incredibly skilled in both areas. Viarco also knows his way around a blacksmith's forge, thanks to some of the knowledge he retained from seeing his father work the forge when he was young, and is also able to maintain himself in the heat of battle with restoration magic, having learned a few spells from the school from the expansive spellbook he recovered from the bandits.
Name: Viarco Strong-Head
Race: Nord
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Class: Spellsword
Height: 6'3"
Weight (without armor): 225 lbs
Appearance: Viarco is light-skinned, and is a fairly muscular fellow; not to the extent of shirt-ripping biceps, necessarily, but he's fit. He has eyes of a pale blue, with braided blonde hair and a short-cut beard of the same color. There's a small scar underneath his left eye, which Viarco is quite reserved on explaining the story of other than he's had it since childhood.
Typical Clothes: When not in battle-related situations, or anything that would require his armor, really, Viarco wears a dark blue robe that goes down to about his kneecaps, over a white and royal blue worn woolen garment and pants, and leather shoes. He keeps a hilt for his sword underneath the aforementioned robe, just in case he encounters an unexpected adversary of some kind.
Battle Armor: Viarco typically prefers to wear light armor, favoring maneuverability, but he's able to make the best of the situation if he doesn't have that; though he may be a tad over-encumbered should he be having to wear heavy armor.
Personality: While he is a bit reserved of a man, Viarco is always happy to share a bottle of mead with any man or woman, and he's one of the first to step forward when someone is in need. However, due a lot of the inner struggles he faces, Viarco tries to not let himself get attached much anymore, so he may begin acting rather abrasive around those whom he cares about, and whom he knows care about him as well, but he makes sure it's not to the point where it's considered hostility.
Background: Born and raised in Morthal to honorable working parents in 4E 170, Viarco led a peaceful early childhood until he was 5 years old, when the White-Gold Concordat was signed that gave the Aldmeri Dominion clearance to eliminate Talos worship. As the Thalmor made their initial rounds around Skyrim doing so, they stumbled across Viarco's family, who were open Talos worshippers and proud patriots of Nordic culture. With quite the struggle, Viarco's parents were seized from their home, with the young boy left with tears in his eyes as his parents yelled back at him, reaffirming that everything was fine as they were shoved into the Thalmor's carriage; and, additionally, a hatred for the Aldmeri Dominion that took his parents.
Fast forward to Viarco now, at 31 years of age. Waiting for the perfect time to fight back against the Thalmor and, he prayed, find his parents, he had been training himself in the use of the blade for years, as well as going out and doing mercenary work around the holds to earn his keep. Upon encountering and dispatching a certain bandit caravan one day on a job, he discovered one of the bandits had an old book of spells on his person; Viarco's curiosity was piqued, and studying it and Destruction magic in general more revealed to him new ways he could combat his foes, and led to him fully embracing the "spellsword" identity. Now, he sympathizes with the Stormcloak cause, keeping his eyes and ears open for openings to possibly cause damage to the Thalmor whenever possible.
Skills: The one-handed sword and the school of Destruction are Viarco's two weapons of choice, being incredibly skilled in both areas. Viarco also knows his way around a blacksmith's forge, thanks to some of the knowledge he retained from seeing his father work the forge when he was young, and is also able to maintain himself in the heat of battle with restoration magic, having learned a few spells from the school from the expansive spellbook he recovered from the bandits.
