Post by Gunn on Dec 31, 2013 16:10:02 GMT -5
Character Name: Bjorn Sternclaw
Nickname(s): The Bear
Race: Nord (Werebear)
Sex: Male
Age:44
Birthplace: Skyrim
Height: 2.20 mtrs
Weight: ~120 kg
Eye Color: Green (White when transformed)
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long and wild
Facial Hair: Tied beard
Skin Color: Bit darker than your average nord
Build: Mesomorph, big, toned
Distinguishing Features: His back has six thick scars running through it, diagonally. Three from his left shoulder to the right of his waist, and
three from his right shoulder to the left of his waist.
Profession: Wanderer/mercenary
Skills: Two-handed weaponry, Heavy armor use
Magic: None
Training: Proper use and maintenance of heavy armor, combat training
Other Abilities: Lycanthropy (Werebear)
Apparel: Steel plate armor with a bear cloak on top, with the bear's head acting as a hood. The gauntlets and boots are of a stormcloak officer's set
Weaponry: Ebony battleaxe, steel dagger, nordic bow & arrows
Other Equipment: Soft leather water bag and some supplies
Companions: None
Affiliation: Himself
Religious Belief: Hircine
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Generally peaceful and forgiving. Can be pretty jovial. Has a certain temper, and in some cases, may be angered quickly. A gentle giant. When he does fall to his anger, however, one should be careful. He tends to slip into fits that can lead to situations most uncomfortable... For the offender.
Bjorn was born in Solstheim, son to a pair of Skaal. He was always a big kid, and it was noticeable, even amongst older younglings. He grew up like most Skaal. With very little time to procastinate, and through constant struggle. Between the unforgiving weather, the animals, the stranger creatures, the monsters, and the bizarre events that tend to revolve around Solstheim shaped him tough, much like any other Skaal. His father's side of the family had always been hunters, whileas his mother's relatives were mostly healers. His childhood, despite cruel, was relatively normal for his tribe, and miraculously enough, he made it through to adulthood with only a few scars. At least he didn't lose any limbs.
It was one particularly chilly day, while he was out hunting, that Bjorn discovered a certain thing about his family. While trying to skin a wolf, he was ambushed by reavers. They outnumbered him and had surprise on their side. With only a bow and a skinning knife to defend himself, Bjorn was easily disarmed and striken down by the outlaws. They continued to maul on him for a while before going to check his belongings. While they inspected their victim's recently hunted prey, the reavers heard a roar, and upon turning around, they were met by the towering form of a werebear. One of them ran away immediately, but the rest tried to fight their new opponent. Needless to say, they fell to the beast and were mostly eaten.
After his first transformation, Bjorn had to learn more about what it meant to be a werebear. He inquired carefully, only asking people he trusted, and most of them were his family. Over the next following years, he learnt the history of his father's side of the family. Long ago, one of his ancestors had, in a fit of incredible rage, promised his soul to Hircine, in exchange for the strength to avenge his dead son. The daedric prince turned Bjorn's ancestor into a ferocious cross of man and bear, allowing him to slay those who had murdered his son. The man knew what enthralled in the deal, and lived as best as he could afterwards. He had more children, but his son's memory always lingered about his head. What he never discovered, even after death, was that Hircine's gift was embedded in his blood and essence, and inherited by his children.
Generations later, it had been Bjorn's turn to discover this fact. The man kept it a secret (as his family had, for ages) and tried to live as normal a life as he could. He grew, he worked, he married, he lived. However, he avoided children at all cases. He couldn't tolerate to pass on such a thing to an innocent child. Whileas he wasn't angry at his ancestor for what he did, he was certainly displeased with the little trap Hircine had pulled on him.
Nothing lasts forever though, and eventually, the tribe found out about Bjorn's little secret. They asked him to leave, and he refused, promising instead that he wouldn't harm anyone. Of course, that same night they attacked his house and burnt it down to the ground. They weren't going to take chances with things like werebears. They were more unstable than werewolves, and much stronger. Not as fast, maybe, but what did that matter when they could wake up with their heads between two jaws?
Turns out, Bjorn wasn't in the house at the time, and they only killed his wife. In fact, he only discovered what they'd done a couple of days later, when he returned from a hunting trip. First thing he noticed upon stepping into the village was his house being a pile of ashes and coal, and the rest of the tribe being either armed and ready, or hidden.
They could only stand aghast as they witnessed first-hand the transformation from man to beast that developed around their fellow tribesman. Some of them charged at him, but even halfway through the change, he was easily able to fend them off. It was only then that they noticed a certain flaw in their plan. Bjorn was the strongest in the village. Even as a normal nord. But once he transformed? Words failed to describe the massacre that ensured afterwards. They mostly failed because there were no survivors to tell them.
Once his rampage reached an end, and after what were probably days of being unconscious, Bjorn woke up amidst death and ruin. With nothing to keep him there, he abandoned the place and the area, sailing off in an attempt to escape his past. And thus, he started anew, in Skyrim.
