Post by GuardsGhost on Jun 13, 2015 1:12:12 GMT -5
Character Name: Edric Faulseeker
Nickname(s):
Race: Nord/Breton mix.
Sex: Male
Age: Nineteen
Birthplace: Rorikstead
/div]Height: 5'10
Weight: 178lbs
Eye Color: Light blue
Hair Color: Auburn hair
Hair Style: Refer to picture
Facial Hair: Refer to picture
Skin Color: Fair
Build: Lean, Well muscled however.
Distinguishing Features: Refer to picture, and a crossbow bolt inflicted injury in his leg that has since scarred over.
Profession: Vampire Hunter
Skills: His Breton blood has given him an aptitude with basic magic, allowing him to enhance his combat prowess in the fight against vampires with the occasional restoration spell. Whether it be to heal a friends gash, or throw a burst of fire into a vampires face.
His upbringing has made him adept at surviving in the wild for a long period of time. He knows how to play a lute, and sing a tune, thought not particularly well.
Magic: Apprentice Level Restoration, Sun Fire.
Training: Though he grew up on a farm, Edric spent a majority of his time hunting as the third son in his family. He wasn't needed as much on the farm, and picked up plenty of skills while hunting to bring some extra food (or coin) to the table. He also spent quite a bit of time with a few of the other children in town learning how to use a sword, for it was seen as a necessity only a few years after the civil war had ended. When he joined the Dawnguard, he was given training in the crossbow, and learned how to handle basic restoration magic. He knows how to handle himself with a sword, can handle a crossbow well enough, and has the nasty surprise of magic clenched in his hand.
Before he volunteered for the Dawnguard, he had begun practicing with a lute, with the intention of joining the Bards College.
Other Abilities: "VAAAAMPIIIIIRES!"
Apparel: Dawnguard armor, heavy Dawnguard helmet.
Weaponry: Enchanted Steel Sword, Silver Dagger, Dawnguard Crossbow
Other Equipment: Canteen, Map of Skyrim, Bedroll, Leather bandoleer with several pouches, Leather Pack that he keeps with him for long trips.
Companions: Faithful, his hound.
Affiliation: Dawnguard
Religious Belief: The Nine
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Edric is an idealistic young man, who has a love for music and animals. He's relatively kind- a bit too kind for the work in the Dawnguard, but has shown bravery and diligence in conducting his duties as a sworn member of the Dawnguard. He's proud to be a member of the Guard- a bit too proud perhaps. His caution can sometimes come across as overbearing, especially with how proudly he boasts of being a member of the Dawnguard. He is extremely loyal to his aptly named dog, Faithful.
Edric Faulseeker was born in Rorikstead to two unremarkable Nord farmers. He grew up with three sisters and two elder brothers, and as such the work they did around the farm was fairly easily managed. Of course, they all came home every day, exhausted and hungry, but it was still satisfying work. Edric spent most of his time however, hunting for the family to put some meat on the table. It was a good life, and it was how Edric was raised.
However...Edric had always wanted something 'more' to his life. Everyday, the other boys would go practice with swords on dummies and against each other, using wooden sticks at first, and as they grew older, practice blades. Edric loved this. Just like any other boy, he wanted to spend a majority of his time doing that, rather than the boring farm work that had at one point been interesting and fun, but as a growing boy had become dull and tedious. His older brothers had no such aspirations. His brother, Erik, wanted nothing more than to run the farm, marry his sweetheart, and raise a family.
Edric, on the other hand, had his sight set on the idea of becoming a bard, and had been practicing everyday with a crude lute since he was ten. He had gotten fairly decent at it as well, and had a fair voice for song, though he was hardly one to move the ladies to tears. He made his higher aspirations clear to his family, and his brother never exactly signed up for the idea. At all.
The two often came at odds over this, much to the annoyance of their parents. The final straw came when Erik broke Edrics crude lute, and threw it into the dirt. Edric, in a rage, fled from his home. He lived a year on his own, hunting and gathering, using the skills he had learned as the third son to trade for a room at a tavern, and eventually, a new lute to replace the old one. Around this time, he met a stray hunting hound out in the woods, next to the corpse of its former master. Edric reported it to the local village, and their militia took the corpse and saw to it that it was given a proper burial. That night however, Edric discovered on his way back to the tavern that the hound had not forgotten him. It trailed after him, eventually pawing at his leg for attention.
Edric had a new friend, and he quickly adopted the dog, feeding it meat from his own table (a grievous error in the future, as many a Dawnguard has found their unprotected meals snatched), and named him Faithful for his loyalty to his dead owner.
However, he was listless. A ship without a rudder. He had no purpose in life, none. He drifted from place to place, until one evening, as he walked along a dirt path, Faithful began to whine and bark. Edric drew his dagger, eyeing the surrounding bushes for a hint at what had put the hound on guard. He didn't have to wait long, as a hiss was all the warning he had as a starving and week vampire charged. Or so he thought it was. The vampire was infact running from a group of men in armor who arrived just in time to save Edric from death, or something. After talking to them for a bit as he fed Faithful, sitting in the grass, shaken but still alive, Edric discovered they were Dawnguard. They were from a nearby garrison, and had been tracking the vampire for weeks. They had finally rooted it out of its hole, and Edric had just been in the way when the Vampire charged on through.
Edric...had heard about the Dawnguard, and Vampires. But to a man who had struggled to put food in his stomach every day and night, the tales had always been just tales. The Vampires had never threatened him, so why should he care? His encounter that night had suddenly made him aware just how ignorant of the world around him he had been, and he bade the Dawnguard a thoughtful farewell.
This encounter served as a spark to a long drenched fuse. It ignited an idea in his mind, and the very next day he ran off to join the Dawnguard.
Since then, he's served the Dawnguard faithfully, getting an assignment at their newest fort, Fort Dawnwatch. There, he learned the basics of handling a crossbow among the other recruits, often disappearing in the kitchen to presumably flirt with the cook. He's made friends there, and he's known as one of the more idealistic members, to the annoyance of some of his more cynical brothers and sisters.
