Name - Skjoldr Wild-Blood
Gender - Male
Race - Nord
Age - 28
Alignment - Chaotic Neutral
Appearance - Skjoldr is tall (at 6'3") and broad (with a masculine Y shaped body), but is not as burly as most other battle-hardened nords. His eyes are sea green (tinged slightly red from bloodshot stress) and his complexion is fair with good skin and blonde hair (that is slighting silvered by the aforementioned stress/shock). He is considered good-looking, even handsome, however he has things about his appearance that cause people to be wary and slightly cautious upon a second glance; such as premature whitening of his hair, the slight bags underneath his eyes and the occasionaly 'unhinged' glint within them. Yet, in general, he comes across as a handsome, light-hearted nord who likes his food, his woman and his drink.
Armour - Skjoldr is often in casual clothes that speak of nobility (dress shirt, waistcoat, breaches and boots) but his warrior status is portrayed through his heavy, plated armour who's metal is dark grey yet is by no means daedric or some strange orcish make. No, it is nordic steel, fashioned in the traditional way of his forefathers and ancestors; strong and intimidating that brings hope to allies and woe upon enemies. It is mostly plated, yet there are areas of lighter chainmail which allow mobility around his shoulders and legs. The belt around his abdomen is fronted by a steel head of a snarling wolf (his families emblem) and a dark blue cape is attatched to the large pauldrons that rest on his broad shoulders.
Weaponry - Skjoldr is well versed in the arts of war and weaponry and can turn his hand to almost any man-made blade or mace. However, his speciality is in large two handed hammers or swords and he usually carried one or the other in a strong sheath upon his hip. Both Fury (his sword) and Rage (his hammer) are emblazoned with his family crest/rune.
Personality - Amiable, good-natured and friendly, if not slightly cocky, proud and easily swayed by powerful emotions, Skjoldr is a good person that can easily become a bad person if the situation is right. His is generally easy to get along with but certain situations can cause him to 'snap' as he doesn't deal too well with high pressure situations; becoming more like a mindless machine than a living, feeling and humane human being. He is prone to be slightly immature, conniving and manipulative, but generally with no more ill intentions than a child would have. He is at his best amongst friends or amongst his brothers at arms.
Biography - Skjoldr comes from the ancient bloodline of Wild-Blood, the original ruling family of the southernmost hold of Skyrim; Falkreath. However, a mistake by his ancestor, Fulfor 'The Beast' Wild-Blood, caused them to lose their seat of power and they became worse than scum to the court of Jarls and High King. The series of clashes between his family and that of the current ruling family of Falkreath (who are related which made the betrayal even more personal, but that is another story) caused the seat of power to be swapped between them so many times that historians of Skyrim have stopped documenting it and stuck to the easier route of just scrapping mentions of the Wild-Bloods (who were not in power at the time) from the records all together (apart from the intial battle).
Anyway, back to Skjoldr, he was born whilst his family was in more mutual, peaceful agreement with their mutinous cousins and thus was raised in 'nobility' as an eventual lord of Falkreath. The curse of the wolf was passed to him when he was born (as was the 'secret' of their ancient bloodline) and he was raised not only as a friendly socialite, but also as a fierce warrior, hell-bent on protecting his province and the people within it. He was well-liked for good reason and was even betrothed...until the Civil War came and he felt that the Stormcloaks were threatening the safety of his people whose lives he was sworn to protect.
There was a village occupied by Stormcloak forces that were using the small town as a strategic point to launch an attack against the main hold...and blinded and blinkered under the pretense that he was liberating the city; he led a small force within and slaughtered the inhabitants - believing them all to be stormcloak provacteurs and foreign forces.
His massacre caused him to be cast out of Falkreath, the land he loved and killed to protect...
Nowadays, he wanders, using his wealth to be a socialite and his expertise to be a mercenary under a false name and identity. When news reached him of Jarl Ulfrics death he rejoiced with women and wine, but these recent dark stirrings trouble him deeply...
