Post by Tres Luperica on Apr 12, 2012 17:17:04 GMT -6
What's your Name?
Name: Tres Luperica (Formerly: Valtres Venarim)
Nickname: The Laughing Wolf
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: 142
Race: Dark Elf (Werewolf)
Gender: Male
Hair color: Very Light Blond
Eye color: Red
Height: 6'1
Weight: 205
Advanced description
Tell Me About Yourself:
Homeland: Solstheim
Personality: Marked by an unearthly beauty, a powerful aura, and a charming grin, Tres knows exactly how to turn heads when he walks into a room. It seems like he knows nothing and everything at the exact same time, both a lunatic and a genius, a harbinger of chaos, and a savior. His moods operate on a pendulum as he can go from a nervous laugh to a brooding scowl in mere moments. Those around him are quick to learn that he is extremely good at what he does, and that he is completely loyal to the Dark Brotherhood, despite his strange personality. No one really knows what to except from the Dark Elf, only that he is unpredictable and dangerous.
His lust for blood is neigh unquenchable and perhaps his only weakness lays with the mind that was partially shattered during his transformation. It is not uncommon to hear the man muttering to himself and speaking aloud to “The Red Wolf.” Most prefer that he keeps his distance, never trusting the deadly smile that often creeps across his visage.
Likes:
Anything sharp
Arterial Sprays
Poetry and Song
Whispers in the dark
Studying the Arcane
Dislikes:
Ugly People
Stale Ale
The Thalmor
People who think they are more intelligent then they really are.
Fears: Drowning. While not an overwhealing fear like a phobia, Tres does not like having to swim due to a near death experience while escaping a dungeon.
Theme: Iron
Theme Artist: Woodkid
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Female, preferably Dunmer or Bosmer.
Skills:
Prefered Skill: Sneak
Secondary Skills: Destruction, Lockpicking, Speechcraft
Least Favored Skill: Restoration
Weapons and Armor:
Light or Heavy Armor: Light
Armor type: Shrouded Armor
One or Two handed weapon: One Handed
Weapon: Iron Daggers
Affiliation:
Affiliation: The Dark Brotherhood
Words of Power: None
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Originally from the land of Solsthiem, Valtres as he was called then spent most of his younger life on the Island until his Father's inn, The House Of Black Lanterns was attacked by werewolves. The Inn and its inhabinants were destroyed, save Tres, whom was bitten and would eventually transform into the very thing that had destroyed his life and family. His transformation was not an easy one and not without it's share of bloodshed. In his blind rage and lust for blood Tres slaughtered a small family, destroying their farm and devouring them, a thought that still seems to haunt the Dunmer until this day.
It wasn't long after his transformation that Tres used the money he acquired from selling any items of wealth that he could find on that farm, would leave Solsthiem and travel abroad, first to Cyrodil, and then eventully to Hammerfell, High Rock, and Skyrim. His travels brought him wealth, passion, and adventure, but never a satation for the blood lust that loomed ever so close to the surface. He worked as mainly a soldier for hire, a bodyguard, but would also take jobs that involved thievery and murder, including his assassination of the Jarl of Riften in the 4th Era 98. It was this murder that earned him an audience with the Dark Brotherhood, but upon the inquiry of his person by that shrouded assassin Valtres gave them the name he has gone by since, Tres Luperica, a nickname from his older brother and the surname of the family he had slaugthered so long ago and his new home was Cheydinhal.
He accomplished many assassinations for the Dark Brotherhood up until their apparent destruction during the Great War. Although he wasn't in Bravil, at the time of the Dark Brotherhood's demise, he was in the Imperial City, desperately trying to get a dear friend out of the confines of the city. His mission failed and his friend was killed by Thalmor, inspiring his hatred and his own private war against the Aldmeri Dominion. Tres wasn't a supporter of the Empire by any means, but numerous Thalmor agents were struck down from the shadows as Imperial Forces took back the city and then ending the Great War with the White-Gold Concordant.
Since the end of the War and the believed destruction of the Dark Brotherhood, Tres has taken to wandering doing jobs for gold, mostly small assassinations, theft, and the occassional private war. It wasn't until rumors of a Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary still functioning in Skyrim reach his ears did he once again don his Shrouded Armor for service to the Night Mother and the Dread Father...
Other:
Other Accounts: None
RP experience: 12 years
Name: Tres Luperica (Formerly: Valtres Venarim)
Nickname: The Laughing Wolf
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: 142
Race: Dark Elf (Werewolf)
Gender: Male
Hair color: Very Light Blond
Eye color: Red
Height: 6'1
Weight: 205
Advanced description
Tell Me About Yourself:
Homeland: Solstheim
Personality: Marked by an unearthly beauty, a powerful aura, and a charming grin, Tres knows exactly how to turn heads when he walks into a room. It seems like he knows nothing and everything at the exact same time, both a lunatic and a genius, a harbinger of chaos, and a savior. His moods operate on a pendulum as he can go from a nervous laugh to a brooding scowl in mere moments. Those around him are quick to learn that he is extremely good at what he does, and that he is completely loyal to the Dark Brotherhood, despite his strange personality. No one really knows what to except from the Dark Elf, only that he is unpredictable and dangerous.
His lust for blood is neigh unquenchable and perhaps his only weakness lays with the mind that was partially shattered during his transformation. It is not uncommon to hear the man muttering to himself and speaking aloud to “The Red Wolf.” Most prefer that he keeps his distance, never trusting the deadly smile that often creeps across his visage.
Likes:
Anything sharp
Arterial Sprays
Poetry and Song
Whispers in the dark
Studying the Arcane
Dislikes:
Ugly People
Stale Ale
The Thalmor
People who think they are more intelligent then they really are.
Fears: Drowning. While not an overwhealing fear like a phobia, Tres does not like having to swim due to a near death experience while escaping a dungeon.
Theme: Iron
Theme Artist: Woodkid
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Female, preferably Dunmer or Bosmer.
Skills:
Prefered Skill: Sneak
Secondary Skills: Destruction, Lockpicking, Speechcraft
Least Favored Skill: Restoration
Weapons and Armor:
Light or Heavy Armor: Light
Armor type: Shrouded Armor
One or Two handed weapon: One Handed
Weapon: Iron Daggers
Affiliation:
Affiliation: The Dark Brotherhood
Words of Power: None
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Originally from the land of Solsthiem, Valtres as he was called then spent most of his younger life on the Island until his Father's inn, The House Of Black Lanterns was attacked by werewolves. The Inn and its inhabinants were destroyed, save Tres, whom was bitten and would eventually transform into the very thing that had destroyed his life and family. His transformation was not an easy one and not without it's share of bloodshed. In his blind rage and lust for blood Tres slaughtered a small family, destroying their farm and devouring them, a thought that still seems to haunt the Dunmer until this day.
It wasn't long after his transformation that Tres used the money he acquired from selling any items of wealth that he could find on that farm, would leave Solsthiem and travel abroad, first to Cyrodil, and then eventully to Hammerfell, High Rock, and Skyrim. His travels brought him wealth, passion, and adventure, but never a satation for the blood lust that loomed ever so close to the surface. He worked as mainly a soldier for hire, a bodyguard, but would also take jobs that involved thievery and murder, including his assassination of the Jarl of Riften in the 4th Era 98. It was this murder that earned him an audience with the Dark Brotherhood, but upon the inquiry of his person by that shrouded assassin Valtres gave them the name he has gone by since, Tres Luperica, a nickname from his older brother and the surname of the family he had slaugthered so long ago and his new home was Cheydinhal.
He accomplished many assassinations for the Dark Brotherhood up until their apparent destruction during the Great War. Although he wasn't in Bravil, at the time of the Dark Brotherhood's demise, he was in the Imperial City, desperately trying to get a dear friend out of the confines of the city. His mission failed and his friend was killed by Thalmor, inspiring his hatred and his own private war against the Aldmeri Dominion. Tres wasn't a supporter of the Empire by any means, but numerous Thalmor agents were struck down from the shadows as Imperial Forces took back the city and then ending the Great War with the White-Gold Concordant.
Since the end of the War and the believed destruction of the Dark Brotherhood, Tres has taken to wandering doing jobs for gold, mostly small assassinations, theft, and the occassional private war. It wasn't until rumors of a Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary still functioning in Skyrim reach his ears did he once again don his Shrouded Armor for service to the Night Mother and the Dread Father...
Other:
Other Accounts: None
RP experience: 12 years
