Reyner Vitanis

Character Name: Reyner Vitanis

Nickname(s): The Cursed One, Rey, Reyner the Danger

Race: Imperial

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Birthplace: Bruma outskirts



Height: 5’ 10”

Weight: 160 lbs

Eye Color: Bright blue

Hair Color: Golden blond

Hair Style: Short and clean cut, with his ears exposed, somewhat thick on top however.

Facial Hair: None

Skin Color: Caucasian

Build: Athletic build, built more for sprinting than strength.

Distinguishing Features: His weapon is pretty distinguishing, especially coupled with light armour, to quite a few it would seem like an odd pairing, until you see him in combat.



Profession: Dawnguard Recruit

Skills: Acrobatics, use of light armour and Spear usage

Magic: No real talent for magic

Training: Whilst he’s had very little training in regards to his vampire hunting life, his life has trained him to keep light on his feet, being able to climb like a Khajiit, as well as to be frighteningly quick with his spear. He had reasonable combat training as a youngster from a soldier with similar skills.

Other Abilities: He’s able to craft weak potions of health, but he mainly just makes potions to cure disease, given his line of work. He’s also able to craft ink, which he uses to send reports back to his superiors.

Apparel: Full light Dawnguard armour with hood replacing the helmet. Also wears a leather bandolier across his chest, with two pouches on his back hip. Reyner ears a silver signet ring, bearing his family crest.


Weaponry: Reyner carries a large two handed Imperial steel spear with the pole made with spruce wood. His secondary is long silver knife.

Other Equipment: Usually carries health and cure disease potions in his bandolier, some rolls of paper and a couple of sticks of sealing wax. Flint and steel are also kept in the bandolier, as well as a couple of keys, a pouch of soot and animal glue granules. In his back pouches he carries his journal, as well as a note book that he’s filled with information on Vampires, Daedra and other such beasts.

Companions: Besides the other Dawnguard members, none



Affiliation: The Dawnguard,

Religious Belief: He believes in the Nine, though he doesn’t outwardly practise.

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Reyner is an unfortunate being that much is true. He seems to be on one run of hilariously bad luck and whilst this might drive many to do crazy things, Reyner manages to keep on top of it all. In some ways it’s made him stronger. He keeps a positive attitude despite all the numerous broken bones, failed relationships, deaths and failed bets. Some put this down to stubbornness or just sheer stupidity, and to a point they’re partially right, at least in regards to stubbornness. Anyone who truly knows Reyner knows he is anything but stupid.

Reyner is educated, as one should coming from privilege. As the only child of his estate, he was naturally curious about others. With a drunk, adulterous father and a vengeful embittered old woman for a mother, Reyner’s idol became an old guard who patrolled around Bruma. Reyner, whilst wary of people he is intrinsically attracted to those he doesn’t know about. Learning what he can wherever he can, even if this means stepping on a few toes. With his luck, he’s surprised this doesn’t happen more often. This applies to his education too. He lives for learning and educating himself, going beyond what he knows, tugging on strings to see what they reveal. Caution just isn’t in his nature.

Whilst, he is open to the possibility that vampires could potentially be good, he knows that on the whole they are not. As such he strives to rid the world of that evil, particularly when they threaten the lives of the innocent. In this same view, he also views bandits, pirates, and other impure creatures such as werewolves. The idea that one of these things could turn good, or be acting for the better is quite appealing to him and is reflected in the fiction he reads, though he usually keeps such fiction hidden away, just in case his brethren get suspicious of his ties.



Parents often say that their children were planned long before they were born, and usually that is a nice little white lie to unplanned children, for Reyner it is quite the opposite. Reyner was planned years before he was even born. Whilst he had started out as a cute little thought of a bride to be, it became twisted and corrupt as the years went on. Soon the idea of a child became one of revenge, a plan to ruin Reyner’s father for good.

Reyner’s father, Olven had been a noble adventurer gallivanting around the lands, killing monsters and bandits and rescuing the damsels in distress. The typical hero, the man from the stories people told the fantasies of every lonely old wife, and a fair few of the younger maidens. He was handsome and clever with a tongue that could charm anyone. In the north of Cyrodill, he had even become somewhat famous, particularly amongst the lords and noblemen after a fair few hunts, so when it was time for him to settle down, naturally the lords offered up their young daughters as suitable brides. Having charmed a fair few of them at dinner several of them were more excited to have him as their husband. After looking over them, Olven settled on Eriyn, a lady who’s family owned land across the areas near Bruma. Olven, whilst he did certainly find Eriyn quite lovely, was persuaded after her father offered up a large vineyard near Bruma as a dowry. Seeing limitless wine in his future retirement, Olven naturally agreed and so they were wed.

Olven and Eriyn’s lives together were sweet, and everything smelled of roses for the first few years of marriage. The harvests were good, and they were happy, but as all tragedies go, this marriage hits the rocks. Three years passed them by and with no children on the horizon; things looked bleak for Olven’s lineage. At one point they even thought of adopting, this was of course after days of arguing about whether either of them was doing something wrong. After a particularly long argument, Olven flew off in a drunken rage and headed into Bruma. The next morning Olven awoke to find himself in the bed of an unfamiliar woman. He didn’t know it at the time, but his wife had seen everything. After storming after him to bring him home, she saw him seduce a woman and return to her home. She then went home to think of the consequences of having such a man for a husband. What could she do? Maybe it was a mistake, who knows? She didn’t sleep a wink that night, and it was then a thought slipped into her mind. It was just one little thought, revenge perhaps. Naturally she brushed it off. How foolish could she be to lose her mind after one foolish night?

Unfortunately for Eriyn, it wasn’t the last time this would happen, or even the last woman. Time and time again he would go after another woman, or visit another city to draw up another business contract. All the while Eriyn knew what he was up to. Backed into a corner and not really sure what to do, she got in contact with a mage. She wanted to find a way to make sure she had a child and that child would bring about her revenge. Sure she had become unhinged, but in her mind, it was all Olven’s fault. Eriyn began walking down a dark path; one person led her to another person who led her to another person, who then brought her to a place she never thought she’d be.

Standing below a statue of Sanguine, Eriyn summoned the Daedric Prince, requesting an opportunity to humiliate her husband. She explained that her plan was to give him a son who would live his life much like his father who would ruin him and his good name. She hoped the son would become a joke across all the land, becoming more famous than the benevolent hero his father was supposed to be. Of course, Sanguine ultimately agreed, though he added that Eriyn would serve him after the child’s birth, and thus Reyner’s curse was born.

A little over nine months later, Reyner was born. Eriyn laughed at how proud of the boy his father was. Eriyn immediately began serving Sanguine after the child was born. Eriyn thus subjugated herself to all manners of debauchery in her quest for revenge. In an ironic twist of fate, Eriyn became guilty of many of the marital crimes in her servitude, that she had been so furious with in regards to Olven. Truth be told, she almost seemed to like it.

As Reyner grew up, his parents grew separate, even to the point of never occupying the same space. Olven got old, fat and even drunker, whilst Eriyn became bitter in her hatred. Reyner soon became aware of his parents displeasure with each other and him. Reyner wasn’t muscular or as well built as his father; he wasn’t even nearly as handsome. Olven became increasingly disappointed with the boy, especially whenever he broke a limb, precious vase or window out of what appeared to be sheer clumsiness. From his mother’s point of view Olven was a tool for her revenge, on top of that, he was also Olven’s son. Naturally she hated him too, and never more warm than ice with him.

Alone, Reyner turned to one of the many visitors to the vineyard, an old guard named Jiren who shared sympathy with the child he often found sitting outside on the wall alone. They talked often on his rounds, with Reyner accompanying him on the road that went around the estate. They talked about a great many things, and Reyner educated himself with books so they could have more things to talk about. On his days off, Jiren showed the thin boy how to fight, practising in the field with poles. They exercised together and as the years passed Reyner became a pretty decent spearman. Reyner hurt himself a fair number of times that was quite sure, but he never seemed to stay down for too long. He actually seemed lucky that way, though he did become something of a joke amongst the healers of Bruma.

When he was old enough, Reyner even applied to join the Imperial army. Reyner had been accompanying the recruiter he had stumbled across whilst in Bruma for a visit at the time, and while he was with the man he decided to use it as an escape to get away from home. He had been walking through the barracks when he tripped on a bed post and crashed into the recruiter. Reyner quickly managed to right himself before the fall, but the recruit had no such look. The guy went tumbling face first into an unclean chamber pot. Naturally this ended Reyner’s career in the imperial service before it had even begun. A few days after that Reyner became a running ‘gag’ amongst the Imperial soldiers at the garrison, earning him the nickname ‘Reyner the Danger’.

At this point, Reyner began to realise odd, crazy things happened wherever he went. He’d go to an inn, and step up at the wrong time, sending mead all over the barmaid, thus getting himself kicked out. He’d ride in a carriage and two of the wheels would miraculously fall off. He’d lean to look over a bridge into the river and would be knocked off balance and end up in the river. He’d have bad luck everywhere he went, and everywhere he was a joke. Eventually he would become an easy target of pickpockets, who never really got caught, even if Jiren went looking for them. Reyner eventually stopped carrying money and just charged his tab to the estate if he ever went into Bruma at all. Needless to say, Reyner became the butt of many jokes, the town fool. This humiliated his father, and his mother found endless joy in it.

As he reached his twenties, Reyner finally had one good day. The people had gotten bored of the jokes, and ignored him just like everyone else. He didn’t break anything or injure himself, or even make a mistake in making notes from a book. In fact, he was able to go into Bruma and have a drink without spilling anything. It was the happiest day in his life and it got better as the day turned to evening and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked into the tavern and made her way to the table. He spoke for hours, drinking together, staring into each other’s eyes, making jokes. Reyner had seemingly found his soul mate; at least… that’s what it seemed to be. Romance had been sort of an issue for him. He’d never been able to get within ten paces of a girl without something truly awful happening. One time he had went to approach a girl, and a pickpocket stole his coin purse by cutting it off his belt. The belt had seemingly worn over time, and was instantly cut with the blade and suddenly his trousers were around his ankles in a crowd of people. It was things like this that had thwarted him at every turn, but not this day. This girl was charming and sweet, not to mention downright flirtatious with him. So when she proposed they buy a room, he proposed a better idea.

After he led her out of the tavern, and out of the city, the two got in a carriage and went back to the vineyard. Knowing his father was too drunk to notice and his mother not giving a care in the world, Reyner took the girl to his room along with a bottle of the family wine. The two were about to consummate their passion when several windows in the house were smashed. Reyner immediately sprung to his feet and grabbed went to leave when the woman leapt on him violently baring her fangs. Barely clothed, Reyner struggled with the vampire, attempting to push her off him and grab whatever was closest to hit her with. By now screams were heard all over the house. There were more of them. Eventually Reyner managed to beat the girl off and jumped for his spear. As he grabbed it, he thrust it towards her and whilst he missed hitting her in the chest, he gave her a nasty cut on the neck. Another swipe missing her again, but instead getting it locked in a large candleholder. She went to pounce but as she did so, Reyner swung the spear, candles and all, setting the vampire alight as well as the bed. The bed lit up incredibly fast, and it soon spread. The vampire seeing only one escape leapt out of the window, crashing through the glass and vanished into the shadows. Reyner, turned hearing more screams and now the sounds of fighting from the house. Ignoring the fire, he went out into the hall and down the stairs. There he found his father, badly bleeding, with his motionless mother nearby. Olven was surrounded by four male vampires who were covered in blood. Reyner leapt down the stairs, impaling one of the vamps with his spear, whilst Olven drunkenly held off the other three. It was then Jiren burst in weapon drawn. Together the three battled the vampires with Jiren and Reyner holding their own. Olven however wasn’t so lucky. He went down after losing his sword. It was soon over, two of the vampires were dead, the other two wounded, but escaped when the battled turned against them. Olven lie besides his dead wife, bleeding but smelling of wine and soon was dead too.

Reyner watched as his father died, Jiren immediately grabbed Reyner as suddenly a beam fell from the ceiling, revealing a much larger fire than he had left. Suddenly everything was ablaze, Jiren pulled Reyner from the building. The two collapsed as the fire engulfed the rest of the house.

By the morning the house was nothing but a ruin, and Reyner would find out that many of the servants had perished too after the vampires had assaulted the home. In the space of a few hours everything Reyner knew was gone. Now all he had was Jiren, who was still recovering with the healers. Such an old man wasn’t prepared for such a fight, so he had more than his fair share of injuries. Reyner however healed quickly as ever, and was left to decide what to do with his life. Perhaps it was his job to seek revenge on his family. He had heard tales of the Dawnguard… Perhaps they would take him in. He had no life after all. His income was gone; his grandfather would probably take back the land. They never did have that much of a relationship, and since his mother hated him, that man probably did too. After a few hours of thinking, it was decided. After the funeral of his parents, he would go north to live another life amongst the Dawnguard… if they would have him.