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Baroth Hermingfel
"A single chance is a galaxy of hope..."
NAME Baroth Hermingfel
AGE ??? (looks 50)
BIRTH DATE 5th of Morning Star, Turdas.
BIRTH PLACE Atmora
BIRTH SIGN The Warrior
ORIGIN Nord
CLASS Bounty hunter/ Vault-robber/ Part-time assassin
GENDER Male
HEIGHT 5'5
WEIGHT 225 pounds
LATERALITY Right-Handed
SEXUALITY Straight
MARTIAL STATUS Single
HEALTH Well
AFFILIATION None
AFFLICTIONS Lycanthropy, Vampirism
RELIGION None
PATRON DEITIES None
APPEARANCE
HAIR Short, buzz cut hair. Ragged beard.
EYE COLOR Dusty brown
SKIN COLOR Fair-skinned like his kin; slightly pale due to his mixed diseases
BUILD Muscular and fit
SCARS One across his chest
Physical Being a nord, Baroth has taned skin, like his kin. He has brown eyes and dirty blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. His frame is muscular and well kept, considering all he endured. His health is well, as he doesn't drink mead and wine that often. Overall, his phsyique is in good shape and his body isn't yet useless.
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS Focused, mature, sharp,
NEGATIVE TRAITS anxious, naïve, skeptical
LIKES Drinking, practicing his aim, trying to meditate, making credits.
DISLIKES Politics, being underestimated, extreme heat,
FEARS Spiders, caves, getting lost, failure, vampires, werewolves
ASPIRATIONS Raise enough credits to buy a home on Cyris, redo the failed heist, visit nirn, open a portal to sovengarde, find Simus' children.
QUIRKS Shakes slightly when scared.
Baroth was a down-to-earth guy. All he asks is that you be yourself. Now, that goes without saying that he can’t stand self-rightious, goody-two-shoes or good folk. They don’t click well with him. Even so, he has the restraint to not outright lash out at them. In fact, it takes quite a bit for Baroth to get angry. He doesn’t have a temper but once he does get angry or upset, it takes a quite bit of time for him to finally cool off.
Although he’s naturally curious and wishes to explore and travel, Baroth can’t help but be afraid of the unknown. The Galaxy is a dangerous place, riddled with strife and adversity. One wrong move could easily spell your death. However, this hasn’t stopped Baroth from pursuing his desire to make credits.
Theme Song (Just because it's f***ing epic!)
COMBAT DIAGNOSTIC
Attributes
Health - 85/100
Magicka - 76/100
Stamina - 90/100
Strength - 86/100
Endurance - 90/100
Agility - 67/100
Intelligence - 78/100
Will - 83/100
Spirit - 80/100
SKILLS
Master
Light Armor, Marksmanship, Flight
Expert
Healing, Explosives, Stealth
Adept
Lockpicking
Novice
Everthing else
GEAR
Full body bio-tech armor built to work in any enviorment with infarred targeting systems, quick area scan, self-air conditioner, built-in jet packs, a toxic-filter, Mark 7 body-shield, left arm data-pad, and a private oxygen supply (24 hours.) Removable helmet fit with night vision, targeting systems, built in space-storage, Mark 5 X-ray, V16 GPS, and a constant area scan analysis.
500,000 credits after pulling a big heist off a few days ago but lost his entire crew and was nearly killed. (See history for more information.)
Weapons
V16 Plasma Assualt Rifle fit with EMP blast of up to 800 volts with a range of 32 feet, flame-thrower with a temperature of 900 degrees and a range of 14 feet and a green laser sight. (See picture above for more visual closure.)
V15 Laser Sniper Rifle with a range of up too 121 yards, green laser sight, optional stun ammunition switch lasting up to 7 hours, and a red target designator. (Usually strapped on his back by a magnetic seal.)
Dual V8 Energy Pistols that uses the power of electronics around it to fuel it's power cells (meaning it doesn't need ammo), Quick-heal button, Bio-scan, small 130 volt EMP blast, And an unrecognized radar scanner. (Usually strapped to his lower left/right thighs by magnetic seals.)
V10 Grenades with explosion range of up to 8 feet, flash-nade with range of up to 7 feet, EMP-nade with range of up to 10 feet, Toxic-nade with range of up to 12 feet (2 of each, all on his waist by magnetic seals.).
Mark 30 cargo/attack ship with satellite relay, comm-link of up to 6 miles from the ship, Auto-turrents activated when under attack, Automatic Rear turrents on the ship's rear, Manual turrents on right side of ship (when looking at it from the back.), Base shield 56% resistant to EMPs and projectiles, covering body of ship and creating an invisible sphere-like shape around it. (Other default additions are included. Also, imagine a rectangular crate on the bottom of the ship. That's the cargo-hold)
V50 Black Steel Motorcycle with full air compatibility, a full speed of up to 365 MPH, satellite relay, comm-link of up to 5 miles, full targeting systems, the ability to split into pieces for easier storage, an LED Headlight with 3300, a small mini-gun behind the the Headlight, built-in computer, built-in Stealth-tech, and a small black canister consisting of 100 small firefly drones with self-destruct abilities.
RELATIONS
ENEMIES WITH ALL
HISTORY
After his adventures with his comrades, Baroth broke off from the group in search of a cure. A cure for his....form. He looked, looked for years, centuries. Yet even after all his friends had passed away, he still looked, still determined. He had, fixed in his mind, that he was going to find a cure, join his friends in sovengarde. Then the last of his friends, Jen, died of age somewhere in Elsweyr. This hit Baroth harder than any Warhammer ever could. The pain, emotionally, was too heavy to bear. He fell into a deep depression, stopped going out in public so often, sobbing himself to sleep every night. He constantly blamed himself for not being there for his friends, putting the search for the cure before them dug deep into his conscious. He stopped looking for a cure entirely and instead, gave in to his depression and let himself merge with the times.
Centuries passed and the world changed. The first spaceship was launched from Cyrodiil and into the stars beyond. Summerset followed suite, along with Skyrim, and Morrowind. Soon enough, all the continents of Nirn were colonized in space. Baroth eventually got off his arse, grabbed what coin he had, and caught the first ship he could to space. From there, it was all downhill. He fell to the corruption and greed of the galaxy. He started robbing vaults at space stations, stealing, hunting and claiming bounties. The first major thing he stole was a pair of high-powered pistols which he used to better his desires. Then he stole a sniper rilfe and an assualt rifle form a private wage military base. Then he had finally saved up enough to buy his first body suit; many more would take it's place.
Then there came a day when Baroth joined a crew know as 'The Black Trigger'. The name, of course, lead others to believe they were a heartless group of barbarians out for themselves. But Baroth saw them as his family, his ONLY family. They would, all 12 of them, Split up and carry out multiple bounties, meeting up days or weeks later with the credits to split them accordingly and spend them. Then, it was back into the fire, as they left for more days or weeks. But Baroth saw something beyond just digging up bounties and carrying them out. He saw an opportunity to make a final take and retire from all the hustling. Long and complicated story short, the heist turned sour, Baroth's crew was killed by a general he thought dead long ago, Baroth was wounded, and half of the score was collected by the local authorities.
Recent update....
Baroth's ship, the Hustler, pulls off from the space station, Starflare. Local authorities spotted him in the market area and a shoot out occurred afterwards. As Hustler prepares the jump to a set of coordinates close to Cyris (where a certain meeting is meant to take place), a large orcish fleet jumped out of hyperspace to his left, led by the general himself. Immediately the Hustler ducked into maneuvers, rolls, and tilts to avoid as many hits as possible. But, to no avail. The Hustler sustained multiple damages to the outer armor and several leaks in the interior, making Baroth low on time. He could jump to Hyperspace but the speed and momentum might rip the ship apart. The ragged, half rich bounty hunter took a deep breath as he reached his left hand down, grabbed the lever, and pushed it forward....
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