Oberon
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Name: Oberon
Age: 75
Sex: Male
Height: 6'7"
Race: Altmer
Guild: College of Winterhold
Position: Arch Mage
Afflictions: Vampire Lord
Armor: College Robes/Dragonscale armor both enchanted with fortify destruction, magic and health (depending on the power of his enemies and his current quest)
Weapons: pfft as if, duel wielding destruction magic suits Oberon.
Appearance: Long golden wavy hair kept back by either a circlet or sheer force of will (and Spriggan sap), pale skin, glowing amber eyes set in dark heavy lidded sockets. Here's a painting I did of him Oberon by ~ThePurpleSorcerer on deviantART
Major Skills: Destruction, Enchanting, Restoration, Alteration, Illusion and Conjuration
Personality: Flamboyant and confident, he could be described as querky and his humour is famous around Tamriel, where he's known as the runnaway son of a Summerset Isle dignitary.
Bio: Oberon's father was the son of the Champion of Cyrodil, a well known and rich Altmer, who returned to the Summerset Isles to live out his final century or so. His father, young at the time, fitted in well with the snobbery, he grew up with little of his father's good humour or kindness. However his son, Oberon, was quite the opposite, his pretentious father had little to do with his upbringing and his mother was in Cyrodil, an Ambassador for the Summerset Isles, it fell to his Grandfather's numerous servants to raise him, but soon after discovering this, his Grandfather, took him under his wing, and they spent many happy hours in libraries all over the Summerset Isles and when of age, he attended lessons in the Crystal Tower. He excelled at Magic, it was as easy for him as breathing. He became fascinated with the Daedra, he had no interest in worship, merely study. But, soon it became apparent to Oberon, that the Politics of the Summerset Isles were seeping into his studies, makeing their vile way into his beloved libraries and lectures. Soon he decided to leave for Cyrodil, his father was outraged, their fight was lengthy, though the two kept their magic at bay, despite what their servants may say. Seething with anger for his father, he left, blasting the ornate gates of his father's estate as he rode off, with only his prize possesions. He rode to Cyrodil, his mother, who for as long as Oberon could remember had always been rather dis-enchanted with her husband, had little time for Oberon during his two years at the arcane university, where he further researched the Daedric Princes. Again, Oberon left, sick again of the Politics he found in the places of learning. News of the great collapse had reached Oberon and he changed his course from Valenwood to Skyrim, studying, he thought, in the northern most reaches of Tamriel in a Hold empty of much but the few surviving dull witted nords and fellow Scholars with whom I can relate would be perfect. He made for Skyrim only to be caught in an Imperial Ambush, captured with Stormcloaks, he was disgusted, like he'd join with them, they were just stirring up trouble, trouble that might disturb his research. After escaping singed and with a trail of bodies behind him, he made his way to Winterhold, noting the lack of book shops and libraries and the locatioons of daedric shrines. Finally he reached the College, only to find a fellow Altmer there who caused a lot of trouble, but his corpse should have returned to the Summerset Isles by now. He eventually after not only ridding the college of the Thalmor Meddler, but keeping its students safe rose to the position of Arch Mage, much to the suprise of fellow wizard J'zargo. The struggles finally over Oberon soon married a student, Onmund, a pairing his parents would not have approved, but they needn't know and his grandfather only said that Oberon's Alteration tutor had lost their bet and owecd him 50 septims. Oberon and Onmund settled in Whiterun away from the College but close enough to correspond. Soon Oberon's research into Daedric princes, led him to Molag Bal, Vampires and the Danguard, he met with the Dawnguard and aided them, to gain access to information for his research. He soon discovered the Ancient Volkihar, and their offer for extra powers and the chance for a connection to a daedric prince meant that now every four days or so, it's not a kiss Oberon plants upon Onmund's neck. Onmund and Oberon have sinced moved to a manor Oberon had built, above a lake, their two Francois and Lucia have once again brought Oberon's flamboyency and fun loving side to the surface, though he stil forgoes the food they eat, they live now quietly and simply, studying magic together and swimming in the lake they over look. Though the secret knowledge of Apocrypha's libraries call to Oberon, whispers of Hermaeus Mora have entered his scryings and for some reason the docks of Windhelm seem an awfully interesting place to visit.
If you read this far well done.
Age: 75
Sex: Male
Height: 6'7"
Race: Altmer
Guild: College of Winterhold
Position: Arch Mage
Afflictions: Vampire Lord
Armor: College Robes/Dragonscale armor both enchanted with fortify destruction, magic and health (depending on the power of his enemies and his current quest)
Weapons: pfft as if, duel wielding destruction magic suits Oberon.
Appearance: Long golden wavy hair kept back by either a circlet or sheer force of will (and Spriggan sap), pale skin, glowing amber eyes set in dark heavy lidded sockets. Here's a painting I did of him Oberon by ~ThePurpleSorcerer on deviantART
Major Skills: Destruction, Enchanting, Restoration, Alteration, Illusion and Conjuration
Personality: Flamboyant and confident, he could be described as querky and his humour is famous around Tamriel, where he's known as the runnaway son of a Summerset Isle dignitary.
Bio: Oberon's father was the son of the Champion of Cyrodil, a well known and rich Altmer, who returned to the Summerset Isles to live out his final century or so. His father, young at the time, fitted in well with the snobbery, he grew up with little of his father's good humour or kindness. However his son, Oberon, was quite the opposite, his pretentious father had little to do with his upbringing and his mother was in Cyrodil, an Ambassador for the Summerset Isles, it fell to his Grandfather's numerous servants to raise him, but soon after discovering this, his Grandfather, took him under his wing, and they spent many happy hours in libraries all over the Summerset Isles and when of age, he attended lessons in the Crystal Tower. He excelled at Magic, it was as easy for him as breathing. He became fascinated with the Daedra, he had no interest in worship, merely study. But, soon it became apparent to Oberon, that the Politics of the Summerset Isles were seeping into his studies, makeing their vile way into his beloved libraries and lectures. Soon he decided to leave for Cyrodil, his father was outraged, their fight was lengthy, though the two kept their magic at bay, despite what their servants may say. Seething with anger for his father, he left, blasting the ornate gates of his father's estate as he rode off, with only his prize possesions. He rode to Cyrodil, his mother, who for as long as Oberon could remember had always been rather dis-enchanted with her husband, had little time for Oberon during his two years at the arcane university, where he further researched the Daedric Princes. Again, Oberon left, sick again of the Politics he found in the places of learning. News of the great collapse had reached Oberon and he changed his course from Valenwood to Skyrim, studying, he thought, in the northern most reaches of Tamriel in a Hold empty of much but the few surviving dull witted nords and fellow Scholars with whom I can relate would be perfect. He made for Skyrim only to be caught in an Imperial Ambush, captured with Stormcloaks, he was disgusted, like he'd join with them, they were just stirring up trouble, trouble that might disturb his research. After escaping singed and with a trail of bodies behind him, he made his way to Winterhold, noting the lack of book shops and libraries and the locatioons of daedric shrines. Finally he reached the College, only to find a fellow Altmer there who caused a lot of trouble, but his corpse should have returned to the Summerset Isles by now. He eventually after not only ridding the college of the Thalmor Meddler, but keeping its students safe rose to the position of Arch Mage, much to the suprise of fellow wizard J'zargo. The struggles finally over Oberon soon married a student, Onmund, a pairing his parents would not have approved, but they needn't know and his grandfather only said that Oberon's Alteration tutor had lost their bet and owecd him 50 septims. Oberon and Onmund settled in Whiterun away from the College but close enough to correspond. Soon Oberon's research into Daedric princes, led him to Molag Bal, Vampires and the Danguard, he met with the Dawnguard and aided them, to gain access to information for his research. He soon discovered the Ancient Volkihar, and their offer for extra powers and the chance for a connection to a daedric prince meant that now every four days or so, it's not a kiss Oberon plants upon Onmund's neck. Onmund and Oberon have sinced moved to a manor Oberon had built, above a lake, their two Francois and Lucia have once again brought Oberon's flamboyency and fun loving side to the surface, though he stil forgoes the food they eat, they live now quietly and simply, studying magic together and swimming in the lake they over look. Though the secret knowledge of Apocrypha's libraries call to Oberon, whispers of Hermaeus Mora have entered his scryings and for some reason the docks of Windhelm seem an awfully interesting place to visit.
If you read this far well done.