General Information
Name: Ferris (Rancor) Draconias
Age: Roughly 25
Race: Raised as a nord
Birth Date: Unknown, assumed to be close to the month of Hearthfire
Birth Place: Unknown
Birth sign: The Lady
Class: Survivalist/Sword master
Gender: Male
Height: 5'12"
Weight: Roughly 161 Ibs.
Build: Athletic, strong
Laterality: Right Handed
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single...
Properties: None
Affiliations: Always changing...
Afflictions: Unknown...
Religion: While he is aware of the Aedra and Daedra, he could care less about them
Patron Deity: None
Habits: Folding his arms behind the middle of his back...
Hobbies: ...
Positive Traits: Strong willed, durable, calculating, intelligent...
Negative Traits: Reckless, rude, stubborn, mischievous, callous, arrogant, confrontational, temperamental...
Likes/Loves: Confrontation, loved ones lost...
Dislikes/Hates: Real parents, adoptive parents, brothers, magic...
Fears: ...
Aspirations: To find his purpose and avenge his sister...
Appearance
Hair Length: Medium, unkempt and wild
Hair Color: Almost black
Facial Hair: rough beard
Facial hair color: Almost black
Eye color: Extremely dark
Skin Color: Medium skin tone
This, more or less. Notice the bags under his eyes:
Scars: Teeth marks from some beast on his right shoulder, claw marks on his left arm and left side of his face, cut/laceration on the right side of his face (on the cheek), many cuts and knicks on his hands from handling weapons and etc, including a large cut that looks as if he grabbed someone's sword mid swing with his left, many other scars that are not visible while he is clothed/ wearing armour. This is etched into the middle of his back (primitive tattoos), along with two other words, one on each shoulder blade:
. The words on his shoulder blades have an X carved with a knife over them. This word is intact. They are all in the same language.
Casual Attire: Simple dark shirt and pants
Armour: Two sided, camouflaged, and mottled cloak, leather padding, chainmail, and some light plate here and there protecting critical parts of the body, black covering it. Credit to Dark Souls and FromSoftware for the picture, it's the closest thing I could find to represent his armour.
Gear: A well made steel sword, a saxe knife, and a smaller leaf bladed throwing knife. The knives are kept on a dual scabbard on his right hip, the sword on his left. He also carries a steel round shield.
Skills
He is an extremely dangerous and deadly combatant. Hands, swords, knives, shields, and many types of throwing weapons. He was trained and conditioned brutally and mercilessly almost since he could walk to fight, kill, and survive. His level of skill goes one step above practice makes perfect and his natural instincts and reflexes give him an edge over most opponents. He is also extremely proficient with light armour, and knows how to get the maximum effectiveness from it. He is very survivable overall, and extremely endurant.
He knows very well how to take care of himself in the wilderness. He is a good enough hunter and stalker to catch dinner, and knows the nuances of hunting well enough to compete with the predators that were purposely set on his trail in his youth. He is also fairly good with nuances of city life, and can blend in quite well when he has to.
He is a relatively competent smith. He made most of his weapons and armour himself, and maintains them. He is by no means a master though, and at his best he is only above average.
His knowledge of alchemy ends with knowing which plants are okay to eat and which are not. He doesn't really do potion making, but he knows which plants can aid in medical operations and which can be used as poisons.
No magic.
He can read and write, and generally has a sharp mind. He does not like to show it, and often conceals his intelligence behind a fool's mask of nonchalance and foolishness.
Backstory:
Infancy: Not much is known about this period in his life. He, along with his two brothers, were found by a nordic warrior couple. They took the orphans in, adopting them. They happened to own a small patch of land in Skyrim, and dropped them off there to be taken care of by the workers there. Then, the couple went to war. During this period, the brothers' lives were relatively peaceful.
Early Childhood: Life goes on. They now have a mother figure, who takes care of them and gives them an early start on skills they are going to need later in life.
Late Childhood: Bandits raid the estate and slaughter the majority of the people there. The brothers' manage to escape, but one of them had mercy killed their mother figure, feeding the fires of resentment. the parents return from the war, and the beginnings of brutal training begin.
Preteen: They have begun to develop the skills and conditioning of master warriors and survivalists. Their adoptive parents seem merciless and borderline abusive, and between bouts of rivalry and resentment toward each other, the brothers find common ground in their hatred for their adoptive parents.
Early Teens: Continue in much the same way. The adoptive parents give birth to a sister, whom the brother adopt as their own and swear to protect. even if that protection is from her own parents.
Late Teens: The adoptive parents have went back to war and died, leaving the brothers to take care of a little sister and an estate (albeit a small one) along with the workers who remain. They each take up responsibilities, working various odd jobs to keep things rolling. They also, with little less to occupy their free time, continue their strenuous training. they know little else, and by this point is a force of habit, instinct, and muscle memory.
Early Adulthood: There is an explosive fight, and the brothers slowly break off from each other. Ferris is the first to leave, and is then followed by his sister. The other two brothers, finding little reason to stay, break off and go their separate ways. Since then, he has become extremely well travelled.
The rest is for me to know, and you to find out.