Name: Einarr ((fun fact, an old nodic name stands for. Brave,warrior,alone))
Race: Nord/breton
Age: 20
Class: Apprentice Mage.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short blond hair, Kept that way with magical fire. Has light blue eyes,and He has very little muscle but its toned from his travels. Soft features from his Breton mother that give him a rather harmless and boyish look. His pouty lips are normally frowning giving him deep lines on the sides of his lips also making him seem rather sad.
Clothing and weapons: Fur armor with a mages hood, and a steel short sword. Also a number of leather pouches sown into the clothing to hold what ever nicknacks he finds.
Bio: Einarr was born in a nameless village in skyrim his village his father worked in the local mines spending what coin he made on ale. Einarr was left to clean up after him since his mother died in child birth. His life continued like this for years, his father would drink and he would clean up. Taking his psychical and mental abuse. But around the time of his 18th birthday Falmer attacked the village burning most of it to the ground, Wile he was off attempting to train with his fathers mace. As he returned he watched in horror as they carried off his only friend and childhood love Jessica. Filled with fear he fled and almost froze to death in the wilderness lucky he was found by a group of adventures. They opened his eyes to his true talent, Magic. But a dark gift was passed from his mother to him. A long forgotten magic that drew on the casters very soul. It had the power to increase the power of his magic ten fold or unleash the terrible power in its purest form. But it would leave him hollow and empty in the end, A killer with out mercy. So by the request of the groups eldest mage, a arragonian -who Einarr later cured him of his skooma addiction by forcing it on him self- he tried to keep his magic in check. And he was able to do so, wile his magic was empowered by his natural talent and his own soul he never drew to much on it. That was until the group returned to his village. Einarr was haunted by the fact that he left his village to fight off the Falmer, his dreams and soul where filled by that fact so he was able to talk the others into coming with him. After fighting through what seemed like endless waves of falmer they reached a main hall filled with books from the snow elves time. It was here Einarr watched Jessica's throat cut open by the falmer leader filled with hatred he rushed forward unleashing the full might of his dark gift, The leaders guards where turned into pure magical essence at Einarrs touch. And then he reached the leader tearing him apart atom by atom. His magic was unleashed and the cave was falling in on its self. He could hear the others yell out to him. Then nothing. He awoke trapped, a strange scroll lane out in front of him. As he opened it he was shown things, The heart of the empire the answer to his power. Then he blacked out, He woke up again outside of the cave his friends gone. But he knew where he had to go. To the heartland of the empire. Woozy and confused he made the trip out of his homeland and far beyond.
Two years later he found him self outside Anvil in the early morning he felt close to where his vision had lead him. He felt who or was he was searching for was near.
