Julius Aventer

Character Name: Julius Aventer

Nickname(s): N/A

Race: Colovian Imperial

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Birthplace: Northern Cyrodiil





Height:5'9

Weight: 174 lbs

Eye Color: Dark Green

Hair Color: Dark Brown, almost black

Hair Style: Refer to picture

Facial Hair: Clean shaven

Skin Color: Refer to picture

Build: The typical build of a wandering knight. Lean from the occasion when food is scarce, strong arms and legs to move in that armor.

Distinguishing Features: None



Profession: Wanderer, Hedge Knight

Skills: Blocking and Parrying, One Handed weapons (Swords, Daggers, Flails), Ranged Weaponry (Crossbows and Shortbows), Heavy Armor maintenance and the wearing of said armor.

Magic: Knows a basic restoration spell or two, nothing that can save him from too grievous wound, but may just tip the scales in his favor if used correctly.

Training:
-Basic training in the usage of one handed weapons such as flails, swords, and daggers
-Basic training with a crossbow, how to load and fire one .
-Usage of Heavy Armor.
-Trained by his father, a Knight of the Nine who survived the Great War

Other Abilities: N/A

Apparel: Steel Chain mail armor, with boiled leather over the chest and a green cloak.



Weaponry: Steel Sword, Steel Dagger, Crossbow



Other Equipment: Steel and Silver ammunition, Buckler



Companions: 'Pel', his horse.



Affiliation: Knights of The Nine (Disbanded Officially, this is only something he considers himself affiliated with, or at least carrying out their traditions)

Religious Belief: The Nine Divines, still worships Talos

Sexual Preference: Straight

Relationship Status: Unknown

Personality: Religiously Devout, Rascist against Elves, Brave, Rash, Kind in general, Easily insulted, somewhat naive, distrustful of Khajiit



Julius was born the son of a Knight of the Nine who had escaped the Thalmors destruction of their order after their Monastery fell. The Knights had rode out to fight the Thalmor, and were crushed by their magic. Julius' father in particular barely escaped with his life after watching his brothers and sisters die. While on the run, he hid his armor in a location that he would only share with his child upon the day of his death, and that he would raise a child who would hate his enemies, and be dedicated to avenging his order.

After travelling for a time, working as a Sell-Sword, taking on jobs to protect temples and priests, he met a comely lass of Imperial blood, like himself. Her family had died when the Imperial City was sacked, and the two hit it off rather well. They married, and on their wedding night Julius was conceived.

Julius' birth was seen as an answer to his fathers prayers. When his sons eyes opened for the first time, the former Knight cried, and swore right there and then that he would raise his son to follow in his footsteps. Julius' fate was decided for him that day, and his childhood was spent training and reading. He was raised to worship Talos, in secret. He was taught why he could not worship Talos, Humanity's god, in public. He grew angry, and then hateful. He developed a hatred of Elves, and often bullied Elvish children that he ran into. "Long-eared murderers!" He's hiss at them after shoving them into the mud.

Julius eventually outgrew those childish acts of striking out, and learned restraint. His father did not want his son to abuse his training to hurt those that had done him no harm, though Julius always kept a cruel streak after that.

Julius began to ask questions though. Why did the Thalmor hate Talos? Why did the Empire no longer resist? Why? Why? Why?

Julius was finally knighted when he was eighteen by his father. His father gave him a sword, some coin, and bid him to find his own path and come back to him when he had discovered the answers to his questions. Julius travelled from his father for the first time that day, taking jobs guarding merchant caravans and sleeping under a hedge when he could not afford a tavern room.

Julius eventually earned enough money to purchase his own suit of armor. It was good, Cyrodiilic steel. Not like that fancy elven metal. But he soon realized, walking around in steel armor sort of ....was terrible after a long time. Julius sought out a steed for himself, and found one in a good Nordic horse. It was not as fast as many of the chargers Bretons and Imperials tended to favor, but the horse served well to support a man in armor and keep going. Julius eventually gave this companion of his a name, 'Pel' after Pelinal Whitestreak.

Julius, now twenty-four sat in a tavern, sipping from a mug of ale that the bartender had provided. He had made enough coin from a bounty on a group of bandits to get himself some ale and food before he headed out. He sighed, shifting around a bit. He was twenty-four, had not stepped foot out of Cyrodiil, and still had not found the answer to all his questions. Talk of war was starting. In hushed whispers, men and women spoke of how the empire was gathering its forces. Julius listened to these rumors with interest, but thought little of them. He was too focused on the worn note in front of him on the table.

My Son, I have grown sick these past few years while you are gone, and I fear that I will be meeting the Divines soon enough. Your letters have often kept this old man sane while he worries of his only child. I understand the path of a knight is a long one, and you can be many distances away at this point my son, but I'm begging you...visit your father one last time.

Julius picked up the note, turning it over once. He then shoved it into one of his pouches and stood up from his table, walking out of the tavern, hand on his sword pommel out of habit.

Julius visited his father after this, and the two Knights talked. At the end of their talk, his father hugged him tightly and told Julius that he had made him proud to call him son. Julius hugged his father back that day, and his father handed him a note, inside the note it explained that his father had hidden his old Knights armor from his time with the Knights of the Nine, and that he wanted Julius to seek it out and claim it for his own, even if he never wore the armor, he wanted his only child to claim it.

Julius' father passed away that night, and Julius kneeled next to his bed, crying silently.

A week later, he left his fathers home after burying him in the yard, swearing to not return to this place until he had collected his fathers armor.

So, Julius' journey began.