Name: Holmar Black-Sun
Race: Nord
Age: 20-60+ (change appearance via Riften lady)
Class: Smithy, Warrior
Personality: Honorable (Makes sure opponent sees him before battle), Dislikes elves, and stealth like people
Info on Clan:
-Tradition to fight in Imperial Legion
-Fathers train sons in blacksmith
-Well rounded warriors
-No magic
-All have brunette hair
-Started by one of the original companions
-Bans lycanthropy, vampirism
-Located in Cyrodill, Skyrim, and Morrowind
-Clan war paint is the highlander one at the end. Its either black or blue. idk.
Unique Clan Armor:
-Dawnguard shield (Because it has a sun on it >
) (will be enchanted and have different name)
-Plate armor (no helm, also enchanted and named)
-Silver Sword (enchanted, different name)
-Not apart of the armor, but he keeps dead imperial officer's helmet to mark all the officers hes killed
Some rules:
-Will not always wear "war armor"
-Most of the time will be covered with regular clothes
-Will not hunt, but will make money smithing
-Dead is dead
-Only wearable armor is bought or created
-Can carry armor when traveling to far distances via horse, but can only change when away from enemies and near horse (horse carries most equipment)
-Eat, sleep normally (Are acceptations: friend dies, cant sleep
)
-A lot of other roleplay rules as well
-When engaged in civil war towards end, must wear war paint when going into battles
-Cant do multiple battles within a week
Bio: His immediate clan family was located in Cyrodill. During the Great War, his clan's hold in Skyrim was destroyed by Thalmor agents, and supposedly all clan mates were killed during the raid. Holmar was taught the basics of blacksmithing but still had much to learn. His father left to fight in the Great War before he was able to complete his training in smithy. During the war, they received news of their Skyrim clan hold's destruction. Since his father was gone, the elder was too old, and Holmar too young, his brother went to discover what had happened. Sadly they never heard from his brother again. By the time the war ended, his father had returned, badly scared, both physically and mentally. Fearing a early death of his father, they set out for Skyrim, so Holmar could complete his rite of passage..the killing of an Ice Wraith, as accustomed by all true Nords. Only 16, he and his father set out while a fellow Black-Sun from Morrowind watched over their hold in Cyrodill. When they reached Skyrim, they settled down in a tavern at Riften. Before he completed his rite of passage, Holmar and his father went to find out what happened to the hold in Skyrim. They traveled south-east from Riften and found the ruins. Disgusted, they buried the half-rotting skeletons in the ground, gave them a proper Nordic funeral, and carried on their way. By the time they reach Whiterun, a courier had come running up right behind them and yelled, "Battle-Born! Home-Wrecker! Black-Sun!" Halmor and his father quickly stopped the courier and received the message. It read:
Dear Fjor,
The wind is not calm, for the fire grows near. The seeds must be planted before winter comes here. For if the seeds shall not, then the harvest shall disappear.
Your love, Yngar
Halmor's father knew exactly what it meant. He and Halmor hurried up to the Bannered Mare. His father bought a room for the night, blew out all the candles and said, "Son...I need you to promise me something. Promise me that no matter what you do, you will stay here in Skyrim. You will lay low. You will survive." He and his father then fell asleep in the bed. Throughout the next couple of years, Halmor and his father lived a steady life as farmhands in Helgen, and Helgen was the only place they knew, save Whiterun and little of Riften. They continually received letters and as the weeks went on the letter's went from "to Black-Sun", "to Sun", "to Black", and then "to Whom it concerns". As the weeks went on the letter's read news from the Thalmor harassing his family, to the death of Halmor's younger sister..from an "illness". His father's cousin was then reported dead.."slain by bandits". Yngar was the last one at the hold and for good reason. She was the only one there who knew about the trades with the Stormcloaks.
On the 12th of Second Seed 4E 201, they unknowingly received their last letter. It simply read, "
For Talos". Fearing for the worst, Halmor's father quickly packed up some food, ale, and set off. He left his son with a hug, kiss, and demanded that he not be followed. Over the next couple of weeks Halmor secretly followed his father back to Cyrodill. Fjor knew of his son following him so he "wasted" food by leaving it next to his camp fires when he camped. He knew what could come within the next week or so, so he did not reveal to his son that he knew he was being followed for he feared they would both be caught. Halmor's father finally made it to the Imperial city where he was greeted by the smirking Thalmor. They quickly unstrapped him of his belongings right there in front of the gates, strapped him up, and dragged him to the court yard...Halmor followed. What happens next is a sight that will forever burn in Halmor's eyes, for he then sees his clan members from Morrowind, a few from Skyrim, and his own mother from Cyrodill, strung up on nooses. Halmor regretfully watched...glared...and right before the Imperial captain gave the order, he caught his father's eyes take a glimpse into his...it was as if they stared at each other for an eternity..."Release!".
He would then make his way back to Skyrim, get caught by Imperials and you know the rest. This is my first story.
Plan: Lay low, become black smith, travel to different holds visiting all blacksmiths and even if your not learning with them, do their quests to keep from being bored because at the beginning you wont be doing much fighting at all, and you need to be friends with all the smiths so your clan will be respected everywhere, also since your only income will be from selling armor, (here is what im doing, it provides a challenge and is also rewarding, buy iron ore from all vendors that sell it, should cost around 5 or 6 septims then smelt it and make iron armor, you should level in speechcraft defiantly because you need to be respected as new clan leader and get better deals from merchants so after spending 30 septims for 5 iron ore, hunt a few foxes for leather strips and then sell the iron armor for 40 septims (or more if you have leveled speech) which is a profit of 10+ but you wont just be making one armor set so do about 10 a week and then your making 100 coin profit, increase your speech and so on and so forth) move on from what happened in the past but not forget, travel Skyrim to further his smithy skills, remake the Black-Sun clan via house in Hearthfire (wife, children, residents, will all be apart of clan, and when in battle, be dressed in proper clan attire: stormcloak armor) After he reveals his clan to the holds, he starts the civil war quest line.
Note: He will start civil war quest line at beginning so when hes all awesome and stuff in his plate armor, he wont have to go through initiation.