Name: Hale Loneshadow
Race: Breton low nobility
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Status: Single; recently divorced
Religion: All-Maker
Afflictions: Old spear wound in his left his crops up on occasion. More than a bit alcoholic, especially when fearful or in pain.
Attributes: Quick-witted; skilled in magic; genuinely kind-hearted; has money; trained in lyre music; well-read; trained with father's outrider knights whole life.
Detriments: Prone to drinking, stubborn and lazy when this way; has far fewer reliable "contacts" than says he does.
Spells: Vampire's Seduction, Fireball, charm with music (lyre)
Appearance and Gear:
Six-foot tall, broad-shouldered and broadly built in general, Hale Loneshadow would not be mistook for peasantry. His swept-back, curly brown hair cut short at the sides fit neatly with his beard and mustaches, trimmed to fit his circular yet sharp-looking face. The longer top part of his hair was pulled back, and set into a trio of silver hair beads, accentuating the lines of the cut. Hale's eyes, the hue of a forest path strewn with the bark of trees, topped off a set of features that all but screamed his ancestry, yet in a manner unique of his people.
His navy blue stabproof cargo pants - equipped with a myraid of extra holders, pockets, slots, and even rappelling clips - were one of his most tactical pieces of clothing, but his most infamous were his beige-white cloth and linen shirt, its chest and shoulders hidden underneath a heavily modified vest and suit of traveling armor. Hale's helmet, a plume-free and faceplated version of the Imperial galea, hung with his round shield on his horse's side.
Instead, Hale dons more frequently a tricornered hat that, like his armor, is adorned with the familial colors of a red lightning bolt upon a deep blue field.
Weapons:
The nobleman's weapon of choice is an orichalcum longsword, infused with an adept blockbreaking enchantment, matched with a dagger or shortsword of any above-average quality smithing.
When it comes to ranged attacks, Hale is adept with both illusion and destructive magic. He also employs a repeating crossbow at medium to short ranges; it is quite effective at covering an ally's advance, or clearing a tight room.
Other items/adventuring gear:
Hale's weathered backpack, even when comfortably laid across his horse Eagle-Runs, contains most of the immediately necessary supplies (food and otherwise) for both his day camps and longer expeditions; his baggage containing his more personal items is currently strapped in more secretive pockets in the saddlebags.
At least partially visible to the casual observer is a sleeping kit, mess and fire kit, throwing axes, what appears to be a medical kit next to what smells to be a pouch full of herbal remedies, and a whole bag dedicated to what appeared to be books, notepads, quills, alchemy tools, and esoteric objects. Perhaps for cursebreaking and such?
Likes: Nature, the supernatural, companionship
Dislikes: Violence without cause
Why Hale is Here / Background:
Although some might consider one of his life's journey thus far to be quite the opposite, Hale Loneshadow had long now considered his life as quite the absurd adventure.
The War of the Dragons Returned having concluded now, Hale's choice as the first son to strike out on his own had left his father's House seatless. In the chaos of the recent wars, Hale's two younger twin brothers had joined the war on the idealistic Stormcloak side - not quite bothering to question the nuances of some of their speeches and ideas. After a certain point, with the unprofessionalism of "Ulfric's Boys" eventually resulting in pronounced disarray, Hale's brothers had both been suddenly marked as "Missing."
After months upon months of no change, and feeling trapped both by his brother's superiors and his own at home, Hale gathered up what personal wealth, supplies, and help that he could, and struck out.
Some time has passed, and his reputation has grown some. Enough, at least, that in a small in on the backroads he received a personal invite to Northpoint and then to a mysterious realm from some strange lord of his own people. At this point, the trail was stone cold, and he had heard word that at least one of his brothers had been sighted in Northpoint in the last six months - he may as well see what was going on and try to link up with some other adventurers.
In a few nights of hard riding and hard (but nature-filled) camping, Hale arrived at the pre-designated area in the city of Northpoint, holding back and looking out for anyone else who may be following these instructions...