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A Rotten Scroungeral
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Name: Dolmas / Valen Hlerayn
Gender: Male
Age: 85 (Looks only to be in his early twenties, due to elven aging)
Race: Dunmer
Sexuality: HeterosexualMarital Status: Single
Place of Birth: Small, unnamed village on Solesteim
Current Residence: N/A
Class: Mercenary, Duelist
Affiliations: Companions, Himself
Afflictions: A dark disorder, along with lycanthropy
Alignment: Ranges from Lawful Neutral to Chaotic Evil, depending.
Religion: None. Deep seated hatred for all Daedra.
Appearance:
Height: 5’10
Weight: 190 lbs.
Hair: Dark colored Mohawk, short hair round rest of head.
Eye Color: Vibrant Red
Build: Strong but lean, from Mercenary work as well as constantly being on the move.Skin: Lighter shade of blue.
Scars: One, over left eye, caused by childhood accident. There are multiple scars over his body, but they are intricate designs, more than likely self-inflicted.
Personality:
Dolmas is a relatively good man. He fights for what he believes is right and will stand up for those he loves. Has a deep need for companionship, and is looking for someone to help combat his dark side. So far, no one has survived long enough to help. Finds himself often intertwined with women, but tends to stay away, as he is afraid of attachment. He is charitable, and chivalric to a fault.
Likes: Peace, Meditation, Women. A worthy cause
Dislikes: Unnecessary bloodshed, Arrogance, Evil
Dolmas has another side, a far…darker side…that tends to show itself at very, very horrible times. When he gets into this dark place…well…I’m sure you will see for yourself soon.
Equipment and Clothing: Silver colored Elven armor plating, greaves, gauntlets and boots on black leather trousers and long-sleeved undershirt. Cloaked in a black trench length jacket.
Carries two swords; An akaviri katana, as well as a cyrodilic privateer’s cutlass. The cutlass is tied to his belt, the katana is strapped to his back, through straps attached to the jacket itself. A single dagger is hidden on the back of his belt, and another is hidden in his boot. Both are only for emergencies, as he rarely uses them.
Wears a mask made from a skull. It is framed with Elven steel for better fitting. The origin of the mask is unknown.
Skills:
Major: One-handed, Alteration, Block
Minor: Light armor, Sneak, Speech
History:
Not much can be told about poor Dolmas, as that would take far too long. For now, I’ll give you this much.
Dolmas ended up joining the companions, to both fulfill his need for companionship (No pun intended), and his need to feel as if he is doing right. When he eventually found the group’s heads were also lycanthropes, he decided to stay anyway. He asked for training, not only in combat, but in somehow controlling the beast within him.
Things were going well. He was finally coming to grips with his affliction, and even sometimes could shift back at will when he lost control.
That was until the Silver Hand aided in their destruction.
When the rioting started and the hunting of the Companions began, Dolmas disappeared into almost thin air. He shifted his location from hold to hold until he was certain they had either given up or had lost his position.
Now, he waits under the radar, hoping that someone will rise to challenge the Silver Hand and their Crimson Caravan goons.
Name: Dolmas / Valen Hlerayn
Gender: Male
Age: 85 (Looks only to be in his early twenties, due to elven aging)
Race: Dunmer
Sexuality: HeterosexualMarital Status: Single
Place of Birth: Small, unnamed village on Solesteim
Current Residence: N/A
Class: Mercenary, Duelist
Affiliations: Companions, Himself
Afflictions: A dark disorder, along with lycanthropy
Alignment: Ranges from Lawful Neutral to Chaotic Evil, depending.
Religion: None. Deep seated hatred for all Daedra.
Appearance:
Height: 5’10
Weight: 190 lbs.
Hair: Dark colored Mohawk, short hair round rest of head.
Eye Color: Vibrant Red
Build: Strong but lean, from Mercenary work as well as constantly being on the move.Skin: Lighter shade of blue.
Scars: One, over left eye, caused by childhood accident. There are multiple scars over his body, but they are intricate designs, more than likely self-inflicted.
Personality:
Dolmas is a relatively good man. He fights for what he believes is right and will stand up for those he loves. Has a deep need for companionship, and is looking for someone to help combat his dark side. So far, no one has survived long enough to help. Finds himself often intertwined with women, but tends to stay away, as he is afraid of attachment. He is charitable, and chivalric to a fault.
Likes: Peace, Meditation, Women. A worthy cause
Dislikes: Unnecessary bloodshed, Arrogance, Evil
Dolmas has another side, a far…darker side…that tends to show itself at very, very horrible times. When he gets into this dark place…well…I’m sure you will see for yourself soon.
Equipment and Clothing: Silver colored Elven armor plating, greaves, gauntlets and boots on black leather trousers and long-sleeved undershirt. Cloaked in a black trench length jacket.
Carries two swords; An akaviri katana, as well as a cyrodilic privateer’s cutlass. The cutlass is tied to his belt, the katana is strapped to his back, through straps attached to the jacket itself. A single dagger is hidden on the back of his belt, and another is hidden in his boot. Both are only for emergencies, as he rarely uses them.
Wears a mask made from a skull. It is framed with Elven steel for better fitting. The origin of the mask is unknown.
Skills:
Major: One-handed, Alteration, Block
Minor: Light armor, Sneak, Speech
History:
Not much can be told about poor Dolmas, as that would take far too long. For now, I’ll give you this much.
Dolmas ended up joining the companions, to both fulfill his need for companionship (No pun intended), and his need to feel as if he is doing right. When he eventually found the group’s heads were also lycanthropes, he decided to stay anyway. He asked for training, not only in combat, but in somehow controlling the beast within him.
Things were going well. He was finally coming to grips with his affliction, and even sometimes could shift back at will when he lost control.
That was until the Silver Hand aided in their destruction.
When the rioting started and the hunting of the Companions began, Dolmas disappeared into almost thin air. He shifted his location from hold to hold until he was certain they had either given up or had lost his position.
Now, he waits under the radar, hoping that someone will rise to challenge the Silver Hand and their Crimson Caravan goons.
