Name: Caedan Falco
Race: Mixed, of both Imperial and Nordic descent
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger/Scout
Looks: Caedan is a rugged individual, with the visage of an experienced and capable man. Coming from an Imperial father and a Nord mother, Caedan has features that imply both sides of his heritage. With dark brown hair and emerald green eyes that show his father's side, and a slightly larger build along with fairer skin akin to his mother. Also, Caedan's hair is shoulder length, further resembling his Nord side. He has a rough five o' clock shadow, and a strong jawline accompanying pronounced cheekbones. Caedan is also fairly muscular, however is by no stretch a hulking brute.
Gear: Typically wearing lightweight to no armor to better suit him for the constant traveling he does. In mild weather he'll wear a dark green long sleeve shirt adorned with many leather slings and pouches. Complementing this are a pair of black gloves and trousers. In colder weather he'll wear heavier clothing, despite being half-Nord, Caedan doesn't care much for the cold.
Personality: Caedan is an individual with a haunted past, although now reformed, he used to be violent, angry and bitter. Cursing the world for everything wrong in his life. Now he is older, and although he still considers the world a dark place he now believes it's worth fighting for. He is kinder, and has left his violent past behind. Caedan cares not for the race of others or their material wealth, as long as you're nice to him, he'll be nice to you. With people he feels comfortable around, he will crack sarcastic remarks at times. Although he is slow to trust, and holds a cynical view over the world as a whole.
Skills: Aside from being an accomplished and skilled fighter, Caedan has much experience in wilderness survival. His wide, encompassing knowledge of the wilderness includes hunting, trapping, tracking and alchemy. He can survive solely off of food and materials found in forests, skills he's acquired as a former Imperial forester.
Story: Caedan was born in the Imperial City to a father who was an Imperial Legionary and a mother who owned a small alchemy shop in the market district. However, mere days after his birth the Great War broke out between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. His father was called to fight, and was killed in action defending Kvatch in one of the earlier battles of the Great War. As the years passed, the Thalmor threat came ever closer towards the Imperial City. Fearing for her child and herself, Caedan's mother fled to Skyrim in the nick of time as the sacking of the Imperial City took place days after their departure.
Caedan's mother fell ill during the journey, and later died as they reached Whiterun. Caedan, now a toddler, was taken to live in Whiterun Academy for the Orphaned and Impoverished. It was here that he met three others, Dex Eamon, a Bosmer who's parents dumped him in the academy without so much as a second thought. Voss Dallen, a Redguard who's parents died in an accident. And Logan, a boy who never knew his parents, who was left on the Academy's doorstep long ago. Over the years, the four would grow a bond akin to brothers. Inseparable, lost and angry at the world.
For a time, the four were separated as they left the academy. Caedan enlisted in the Legion as an Imperial forester, who's job was to scout and patrol Tamriel's wilderness. The idea that his command was a puppet of the Thalmor sickened him, but he wanted this life for as long as he could remember. And maybe he'd have learned a thing or two about fighting when a revolution began, if it ever did. For a few years, he honed his skills. Become a skilled an accomplished ranger.
He left his life of service when he was contacted by an old friend; Logan. He was with Dex and Voss. They were all in it together to form a bandit group, frustrated by the world and by those in power. It was their way of getting back at it all. Caedan had been having thoughts like this for a long time, and he accepted without question to be with his brothers again. He'd definitely see more action, scaring off wild animals from settlements had become mundane and tedious.
What began as a band of thieves turned into a massive gang of killers and scoundrels. Dubbed "The Wardens" after the cruel wardens of Whiterun Academy, the gang pillaged, killed and burned their way across Skyrim. Caedan was young, and very angry. Using the skills he learned in the Legion, he made his mark on history. This was the life he'd wanted all along. A life of action and fighting, dominating the weak and enjoying the spoils of war.
Or so he thought, for a time he loved the life, but soon Caedan found himself questioning his actions. His compatriots noticed, and mad with power, decided to leave him for dead. Caedan barely survived the ordeal, the truth now clear. Things needed to change, he needed to reform. Now, a different man, Caedan set off on a quest to bring his former partners in crime to justice.
Can't wait.
