Post by Rasheer on Mar 2, 2012 13:45:51 GMT -6
What's your Name?
Name: Varis Serenthi
Nickname: None now
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: He is in his thirties, but extended lifespan puts him around 19 by human standards.
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender: Male
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Red
Height: 5-9
Weight: 180lb
Advanced description: Varis is a typical young Dunmer. He is about as tall as a typical male human, although lither in build. The traits of his race are otherwise present. He has pointed ears, one studded with gold rings. His short trimmed hair is a blood red color, which matches the eerie eyes present in all of his cursed kin, and like all Dunmer, he has ashy gray skin. His face is slightly gaunt, though still handsome, and compliments the lean muscled body he has. His voice is slightly rough for his age, and it matches his fierce expressions and sullen attitude.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Homeland: Skyrim(grudgingly)
Personality: Varis can easily be seen as standoffish. He is immensely proud, stubborn, and hates to be insulted in any shape or form. He grew up with stories of his family clan and House Redoran, and deeply wishes that those days were here again, instead of living a poor existence under the boot of hairy Nords. He despises the other citizens of Windhelm, although he tolerates the Argonians because of their shared conditions, even if he is suspicious of Argonians as a whole. In fact, Varis is suspicious of strangers in general, and has considered himself the de-facto guardian of the Gray Quarter, keeping the more physical and abrasive residents of Windhelm out of that part of the city. This has not helped Varis' relationship with the guards there either, and it is no secret that Varis is contemptuous of the Storm Cloaks as a whole. The day the Imperials breach the city will be one of great celebration for Varis, even if he doesn't particularly like the Imperial Legion either.
Varis follows the path of the warrior, learning from his grandfather and other residents who still remember the way of House Redoran. For his age, Varis is exceptionally talented, though he still has a lot to learn. Battling comes natural to him. Following his ancestor's footsteps, Varis knows how to implement the defensive and martial power of heavy armor with sword and shield in hand to deadly effect. He is also a apprentice smith with his master as his grandfather. One of the few times Varis seems peaceful is when he is crafting a piece of cheap jewelry or sharpening a dagger.
Because of this fierce training, Varis has a fierce personality. He can explode with anger at what he considers grievous insults, and gets sarcastic and snarly by what he sees as stupid or offensive. He guards his heart closely, never letting people except family members get to close to him. However, he has a strong ethical code and sense of honor. He will always help you in need, even if he may outwardly complain about it in the process. For those who can tolerate him, they can find Varis to be surprisingly kind and considerate, especially to his family and kin, offering a hand whenever necessary. It may take a miracle to make him your friend, but a friend of Varis is a friend for life.
Likes: Dunmer, honor, glory, battle, piety, his people's homeland, flin
Dislikes: Nords, Thalmor, Storm Cloaks, Argonians, cold, strangers, Earl Ulfric
Fears: Dragons, something happening to his family,
Theme: To Glory
Theme Artist: Two Steps from Hell
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Female (would prefer a Dunmer or other elf, but may take a human wife.)
Skills:
Prefered Skill: Block
Secondary Skills: Smithing, Restoration, Speechcraft
Least Favored Skill: Sneak
Weapons and Armor:
Light or Heavy Armor: Heavy
Armor type: Banded Iron
One or Two handed weapon: One
Weapon: Iron Sword
Affiliation:
Affiliation: Dovahkiin
Words of Power: Fus (Force), Wuld (Whirlwind), and Su (Air)
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Varis was born in Skyrim, his family having moved there from Morrowind years before. As a result, Varis grew up in the Gray Quarter along with his mother, father, and aged grandfather. From a very young age, Varis saw his race as a cursed people with no friends in a harsh land that didn't want them. He grew up with the stories of a proud past that many of the Dunmer tended to tell, a reminder of what was once better days and a bitter resentment of his current situation now. Varis watched how the Nords exploited his people, and a fiery rage has burned in his heart since then as his family struggled to survive. His mother is a house servant, his father a laborer, and his grandfather a retired Redoran Guard/Shell Smith. Every day they scrape barely enough to get by, though the neighbors helped out occasionally.
Growing up on the stories of his clan and Great House and clan, Varis trained under his grandfather, deciding that combat would be what defined his future. He grew up in strength and cunning under his grandfather's tutelage. For a while, Varis acted as a bodyguard, bouncer, or mercenary for the occasionally citizen, but never got the experience or gold he thought he needed. This changed when he heard a rumor from some adventurers one night while overhearing them whisper about an ancestral tomb filled with great treasure. Varis then decided... He would help his family with the riches he would pillage from that underground crypt.
Without telling them, Varis sneaked out on morning and geared up. It was half's days travel but eventually Varis came upon the ruin and entered. It was the first time he ever truly fought for his life, but the movements came naturally to him, and whether they were skeever, spider, or Draurgh, they fell by his blade. That changed when he came into the burial chamber as a Draurgh Lord rose up from his crypt and fought Varis. It nearly killed him, but Varis brought on a killing blow after he shield bashed and then stabbed the undead abomination.
The young Dunmer, still recovering from his injuries tried to find the treasure he sought but couldn't. Whatever the treasure was, it wasn't gold... But then he heard a strange calling... Multiple voices speaking in a rough tongue echoed in his mind. In a daze, Varis followed the source to a stone wall engraved with strange, runic markings. The words then spoke in his mind, and Varis understood them. They were force, wind, and air. Shaken and confused, Varis left the crypt, coming home with nothing but a scolding from his mother and father.
A few weeks later, Skyrim starts to panic with news of dragons up and about, and while Varis was wandering the docks, one swooped down and landed in the Gray Quarter. Panicking, the young Dunmer rushed to save his family. Part of the Gray Quarter was in flames by the time he got there, and the dragon stood about a small pile of burnt corpses. In fear and anger, Varis challenged the beast, the battle carrying out of the Gray Quarter to the outskirts of Windhelm. With a battle cry, Varis plunged the blade deep into the head of the beast. It was dead, but Varis was caught off guard when the body started to disintegrate, filling him with a dragon's soul. He learned he was Dovahkin, and now Varis is on a quest to throw off what he considers an oppressive yolk. He doesn't care about being some Nord hero of legend, and he will be damned if anyone says otherwise.
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RP experience:
Name: Varis Serenthi
Nickname: None now
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: He is in his thirties, but extended lifespan puts him around 19 by human standards.
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender: Male
Hair color: Red
Eye color: Red
Height: 5-9
Weight: 180lb
Advanced description: Varis is a typical young Dunmer. He is about as tall as a typical male human, although lither in build. The traits of his race are otherwise present. He has pointed ears, one studded with gold rings. His short trimmed hair is a blood red color, which matches the eerie eyes present in all of his cursed kin, and like all Dunmer, he has ashy gray skin. His face is slightly gaunt, though still handsome, and compliments the lean muscled body he has. His voice is slightly rough for his age, and it matches his fierce expressions and sullen attitude.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Homeland: Skyrim(grudgingly)
Personality: Varis can easily be seen as standoffish. He is immensely proud, stubborn, and hates to be insulted in any shape or form. He grew up with stories of his family clan and House Redoran, and deeply wishes that those days were here again, instead of living a poor existence under the boot of hairy Nords. He despises the other citizens of Windhelm, although he tolerates the Argonians because of their shared conditions, even if he is suspicious of Argonians as a whole. In fact, Varis is suspicious of strangers in general, and has considered himself the de-facto guardian of the Gray Quarter, keeping the more physical and abrasive residents of Windhelm out of that part of the city. This has not helped Varis' relationship with the guards there either, and it is no secret that Varis is contemptuous of the Storm Cloaks as a whole. The day the Imperials breach the city will be one of great celebration for Varis, even if he doesn't particularly like the Imperial Legion either.
Varis follows the path of the warrior, learning from his grandfather and other residents who still remember the way of House Redoran. For his age, Varis is exceptionally talented, though he still has a lot to learn. Battling comes natural to him. Following his ancestor's footsteps, Varis knows how to implement the defensive and martial power of heavy armor with sword and shield in hand to deadly effect. He is also a apprentice smith with his master as his grandfather. One of the few times Varis seems peaceful is when he is crafting a piece of cheap jewelry or sharpening a dagger.
Because of this fierce training, Varis has a fierce personality. He can explode with anger at what he considers grievous insults, and gets sarcastic and snarly by what he sees as stupid or offensive. He guards his heart closely, never letting people except family members get to close to him. However, he has a strong ethical code and sense of honor. He will always help you in need, even if he may outwardly complain about it in the process. For those who can tolerate him, they can find Varis to be surprisingly kind and considerate, especially to his family and kin, offering a hand whenever necessary. It may take a miracle to make him your friend, but a friend of Varis is a friend for life.
Likes: Dunmer, honor, glory, battle, piety, his people's homeland, flin
Dislikes: Nords, Thalmor, Storm Cloaks, Argonians, cold, strangers, Earl Ulfric
Fears: Dragons, something happening to his family,
Theme: To Glory
Theme Artist: Two Steps from Hell
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Female (would prefer a Dunmer or other elf, but may take a human wife.)
Skills:
Prefered Skill: Block
Secondary Skills: Smithing, Restoration, Speechcraft
Least Favored Skill: Sneak
Weapons and Armor:
Light or Heavy Armor: Heavy
Armor type: Banded Iron
One or Two handed weapon: One
Weapon: Iron Sword
Affiliation:
Affiliation: Dovahkiin
Words of Power: Fus (Force), Wuld (Whirlwind), and Su (Air)
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Varis was born in Skyrim, his family having moved there from Morrowind years before. As a result, Varis grew up in the Gray Quarter along with his mother, father, and aged grandfather. From a very young age, Varis saw his race as a cursed people with no friends in a harsh land that didn't want them. He grew up with the stories of a proud past that many of the Dunmer tended to tell, a reminder of what was once better days and a bitter resentment of his current situation now. Varis watched how the Nords exploited his people, and a fiery rage has burned in his heart since then as his family struggled to survive. His mother is a house servant, his father a laborer, and his grandfather a retired Redoran Guard/Shell Smith. Every day they scrape barely enough to get by, though the neighbors helped out occasionally.
Growing up on the stories of his clan and Great House and clan, Varis trained under his grandfather, deciding that combat would be what defined his future. He grew up in strength and cunning under his grandfather's tutelage. For a while, Varis acted as a bodyguard, bouncer, or mercenary for the occasionally citizen, but never got the experience or gold he thought he needed. This changed when he heard a rumor from some adventurers one night while overhearing them whisper about an ancestral tomb filled with great treasure. Varis then decided... He would help his family with the riches he would pillage from that underground crypt.
Without telling them, Varis sneaked out on morning and geared up. It was half's days travel but eventually Varis came upon the ruin and entered. It was the first time he ever truly fought for his life, but the movements came naturally to him, and whether they were skeever, spider, or Draurgh, they fell by his blade. That changed when he came into the burial chamber as a Draurgh Lord rose up from his crypt and fought Varis. It nearly killed him, but Varis brought on a killing blow after he shield bashed and then stabbed the undead abomination.
The young Dunmer, still recovering from his injuries tried to find the treasure he sought but couldn't. Whatever the treasure was, it wasn't gold... But then he heard a strange calling... Multiple voices speaking in a rough tongue echoed in his mind. In a daze, Varis followed the source to a stone wall engraved with strange, runic markings. The words then spoke in his mind, and Varis understood them. They were force, wind, and air. Shaken and confused, Varis left the crypt, coming home with nothing but a scolding from his mother and father.
A few weeks later, Skyrim starts to panic with news of dragons up and about, and while Varis was wandering the docks, one swooped down and landed in the Gray Quarter. Panicking, the young Dunmer rushed to save his family. Part of the Gray Quarter was in flames by the time he got there, and the dragon stood about a small pile of burnt corpses. In fear and anger, Varis challenged the beast, the battle carrying out of the Gray Quarter to the outskirts of Windhelm. With a battle cry, Varis plunged the blade deep into the head of the beast. It was dead, but Varis was caught off guard when the body started to disintegrate, filling him with a dragon's soul. He learned he was Dovahkin, and now Varis is on a quest to throw off what he considers an oppressive yolk. He doesn't care about being some Nord hero of legend, and he will be damned if anyone says otherwise.
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Other Accounts:
RP experience: