Danton
Joined: 08 May 2008
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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 10:15 pm Post subject: Redrik von Schlieffen |
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Gender:Male
Age: Sixteen
City of Residence: Imperial City (Very Temporary)
Race: Imperial
Class: Adventurer
Birthsign: Steed
Personality: Bold, brash, and ready for anything. Redrik is daring to the point of foolishness and back again, so eager he is to prove himself great.
Appearance:Redrik has a light but strong frame. While he is neither large nor imposing, he is still not lacking in strength. He is fair-skinned, with hair like sunlight falling just below eyes as pale blue as a clear summer’s day. Much to his dismay, his face is clear and without scars. Due to some misfortune he is currently adorned with the commonest of clothes, a simple white tunic with brown trousers, but he hopes to soon remedy that condition. His unique raising - between his Imperial grandparents and the nearby Skaal – has given him an interesting accent unmatched in all of Tamriel. (German)(WC:102)
History/Biography: Redrik’s grandparents were among the first settlers of Solstheim, and both his parents and he were raised there. By the time Redrik was growing up, however, the isle was, for the most part, tame. Jealous of his elders’ stories of pioneering the frontier of a wild land, Redrik wanted to go and make a name for himself as an adventurer like the heroes he grew up reading about. When he left home with nothing but a strong set of armor and a formidable sword, his parents couldn’t have been more proud, and Redrik swore he wouldn’t come back without a fortune to his name. He journeyed straight to the Imperial City to look for quest he could take on to begin his career, but not quite ten seconds upon entering the city gates he was arrested for a series of murders. It was not until nearly a week later that he was able to convince the guards that they had the wrong man and they released him. Unfortunately, the guards had already sold all of his possessions and they sent him out with nothing but the clothes on his back and an iron sword that one guard gave him out of pity. (WC:202)
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