Lordofthemelons11
Lord of all type of Melons (including Watermelons)
Name: Daemion
Age: 20
Race: Nord
Sex: Male
Sexuality: straight
Class: Ranger/hunter/thief
Positive(ish) Affiliations: theives guild, all inns around skyrim, Skooma dealers
Negative Affiliations: Guards of all the holds, mages guild, forsworn, Imperials
Religion: Worships Hircine the daedric prince of the hunt, Sanguine the dadric prince of debauchery (A.K.A The best drinking buddy ever)
Alignment: Stormcloaks
Afflictions: Drunk pretty much all the time, loves skoom
Relationship Status: Single, with a few "Friends with benefits"
Property: Shack up in the mountains its a great place for hunting
Appearance: Medium brown hair, scar below left eye, Tattoo of a wolf devouring an elk over his chest, usually found with a bottle of mead in his hands or a bow strapped to his back
Clothing/Armor/Misc: Brown cloak with hood, black backpack slung over his back, a bag filled with mead, potions and skooma hanging across his chest
Weapons: Orcish longbow with dragon muscle fabric for bowstring (Gives it a little kick), Nordic war axe for close combat, torch
Magic: Conjure familiar (wolf), healing, invisiblity
Skills: Archery, sneak, one handed, speech, smithing, illusion, conjuring
Personality: Drunk, flirty, joking, funny
Likes: Women, sex, mead, skooma, hunting, wolves, nords, khajiit, argonians.
Dislikes: Imperials, thalmor, war, chickens, spiders, high elves
Biography:He was born in riften where when he was eight went down to the ragged flagon through the rat way managing to sneak by everyone in there, pickpocketing them as he went along. When he got to the ragged flagon he threw all the stuff he had pickpocketed up on the counter where Vekel sat, he ordered some mead and sat down beside Vex (He was eight), All the thieves loved him at first sight, he joined the thieves guild at nine and has been in it up until now (twenty). Besides being in the thieves guild, he was on the run for most of his life, from ten when he got caught stealing from the temple of mara doing worse and worse things ever since. He is now wanted by every hold in skyrim, the only place he is safe is it out in the wilderness, hunting and drinking. He occasionally sneaks in to a city or town causing shenanigans, drinking and having sex with the prettiest girls in the town. The inns and bars all around skyrim love him so they manage to keep his presence a secret for the guards telling him whenever a guard will walk in.
Age: 20
Race: Nord
Sex: Male
Sexuality: straight
Class: Ranger/hunter/thief
Positive(ish) Affiliations: theives guild, all inns around skyrim, Skooma dealers
Negative Affiliations: Guards of all the holds, mages guild, forsworn, Imperials
Religion: Worships Hircine the daedric prince of the hunt, Sanguine the dadric prince of debauchery (A.K.A The best drinking buddy ever)
Alignment: Stormcloaks
Afflictions: Drunk pretty much all the time, loves skoom
Relationship Status: Single, with a few "Friends with benefits"
Property: Shack up in the mountains its a great place for hunting
Appearance: Medium brown hair, scar below left eye, Tattoo of a wolf devouring an elk over his chest, usually found with a bottle of mead in his hands or a bow strapped to his back
Clothing/Armor/Misc: Brown cloak with hood, black backpack slung over his back, a bag filled with mead, potions and skooma hanging across his chest
Weapons: Orcish longbow with dragon muscle fabric for bowstring (Gives it a little kick), Nordic war axe for close combat, torch
Magic: Conjure familiar (wolf), healing, invisiblity
Skills: Archery, sneak, one handed, speech, smithing, illusion, conjuring
Personality: Drunk, flirty, joking, funny
Likes: Women, sex, mead, skooma, hunting, wolves, nords, khajiit, argonians.
Dislikes: Imperials, thalmor, war, chickens, spiders, high elves
Biography:He was born in riften where when he was eight went down to the ragged flagon through the rat way managing to sneak by everyone in there, pickpocketing them as he went along. When he got to the ragged flagon he threw all the stuff he had pickpocketed up on the counter where Vekel sat, he ordered some mead and sat down beside Vex (He was eight), All the thieves loved him at first sight, he joined the thieves guild at nine and has been in it up until now (twenty). Besides being in the thieves guild, he was on the run for most of his life, from ten when he got caught stealing from the temple of mara doing worse and worse things ever since. He is now wanted by every hold in skyrim, the only place he is safe is it out in the wilderness, hunting and drinking. He occasionally sneaks in to a city or town causing shenanigans, drinking and having sex with the prettiest girls in the town. The inns and bars all around skyrim love him so they manage to keep his presence a secret for the guards telling him whenever a guard will walk in.