Post by Nero on Sept 1, 2013 19:38:59 GMT -5
Character Name: Corvus Umbracio
Nickname(s): Lupius' Shadow, Helgir's Shadow, or just Shadow.
Race: Imperial
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Birthplace: Anvil, Cyrodiil
Height: 1,80 m
Weight: 74 Kg
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style: Long, greasy, unkept. Usually has helmet hair.
Facial Hair: Depends on the weather. In winter he's got a full-blown effective-against-northern-weather-beard, in summer he keeps it short.
Skin Color: Tanned and dirty
Build: Athletic. His active lifestyle keeps him fit by a lot of climbing and sneaking around.
Distinguishing Features: Corvus has quite a few scars and bruises as a testament to his lacking close combat skills. Most noticable is the painful memory of a close call with a sabre cat carved into his left cheek and forearm. Even though he is told that women digg scars, he finds it more often scares people.
Profession: Bodyguard/ Infiltrator
Skills: Acrobatics, Ranged Weaponry: mainly bow and arrows, and throwing knives. Alchemy, Subterfuge and Light Armor.
Magic: N/A
Training: From Helgir: Sleight of Hand, Speechcraft, Logistics, Combat Tactics
From childhood: One-handed Weaponry, mathematics, art, physics, recent and ancient history, religion, speech, etiquette, foreign languages, domestic and foreign politics, magic theory, geography, folklore, dwemer technology.
As a result, Corvus knows a little bit about everything and much about nothing.
Other Abilities: He is very agile and has a very strong grip, which makes him an excellent climber.
Apparel: Black dyed leather and fur armor, no-itch wool undergarments and a fur cloak with a hood to protect against the cold. He also owns casual clothing for mingling with city folk and playing card games with his clan-bros.
Weaponry: Elven bow, castle forged steel daggers, steel arrows, throwing knives. He also still has the bow given to him by his brother Lupius, but it rests safely in a chest along with his few other possessions.
Other Equipment: He has many pockets to keep most of his stuff: readied potions, ingredients and other useful on-the-go items. His own chest filled with things of mostly sentimental value.
Companions: None
Affiliation: Helgir's bandit clan
Religious Belief: He doesn't venerate any god or daedra.
Sexual Preference: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Corvus struggles a lot with his past, present and future. On one hand he wants to be the leader of people, on the other he doesn't think he can be. Sometimes he wants to make the morally right choice, other times he finds himself not really caring as long as he gets to practice his skills. The inner turmoil causes him to swing between fits of rage and self-pity, guilt trips and determination to make something great out of himself.
Ironically, he has a rather passive attitude when it comes to most situations, he is not afraid to voice his opinion, but much of the time he finds it better not to. He is a man of action, not words, and is most comfortable leaving the decision making up to other, more capable souls.
Born the third son to a noble family in Cyrodiil, his life was remarkably chill and void of any true responsibility. All he had to do was smile and nod, and all lifes goodies fell into his lap like snowflakes in winter.
His earlier years were all about schooling: mathematics, art, history, religion, speech, etiquette, language, politics, magic theory, geography and so on - everything a proper noble might need to survive, thrive and, most importantly, stay a noble.
He and his brothers was trained for combat by a hired professional together with some other noble sons and daughters. Although his small frame allowed him to be nimble and quick, up-close and personal combat was never something he excelled at: he preferred dodging to parrying, and lacked the mass to overthrow or withstand the opponents blows. It wasn't until he got fixed up with a bow that he really came into his own on the field, and he turned out to be a natural. With good eyesight and a good ability to predict the path of his target, the local wildlife soon felt the wrath of his bow. So much so in fact that he was hired on as the castles chief exterminator, right under (CEO) Mittens, the kitchen cat.
He idolized his elder brothers Lupius, the cunning heir; and Bovilus, the future commander of his army, ever since he was a toddler, and was seen more often than not tailing after them, hanging on their every word. As small folk like to find joy in making fun of their betters, he simply became known as "Lupius' Shadow". Little did he know then that a simple petname would define his whole character. And there he remained, in the shadow of his elder brothers, no significant heritage to his name, only the leftovers of more fortunate heirs' proposals, and otherwise destined to a life answering to someone else. But such things didn't bother Corvus, not before he turned 14 anyway.
As he came of age he started so see the downsides of being the youngest son. While his brothers were groomed for command, and paraded at every feast like prize-winning horses, Corvus was in he background picking the last sweetroll off the silver plate, growing increasingly jealous of their glorious future.
After his 15th summer Corvus had had enough of being pushed around and took his equipment and ran away from home, hitching a ride with a merchant caravan to seek his own fortune. The caravan didn't get very far before it was attacked by a dragon though, luckily for Corvus he was taking a leak in the forest at that moment, and managed to hide until the beast flew off. The handful of people who survived the attack made for the closest city, Chorrol.
There, in a run-down tavern, he met a young man with stars in his eyes who could tell many tall-tales about his adventures, sucking Corvus in with the promise of fame and fortune. The next day Corvus followed him into the wilds, begging to come with him and prove his worth. The stranger refused, called him a milk drinking, mewling babe and told him to be on his way. Furious, Corvus notched an arrow and shot him in the knee, then stole his backpack and ran away.
The provisions and gold only lasted a few weeks, but it was enough to get him to Skyrim, where he eventually fell in with a bandit clan after accidentally shooting a city guard instead of the thugs attacking them. Seeing his potential, the bandit leader Helgir recruited him into their clan, and kept him close, mentoring him. It was then Corvus began to own his petname instead of resenting it, seeing it as a calling rather than a curse, and he remained at Helgir's side for years, through the splitting of the clan and the reforming of another, eventually becoming a trusted friend and bodyguard to Helgir: his shadow, so to speak.
