Is there still room for one more?
Not my first RP, but my first one in a long time. I know the story has already started, so I weaved my character an additional reason to be in the right place at the right time; if that's alright!
Name: Brynne
Race: Nord
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight:175 lbs
Build: Thin and frail (for a Nord)
Appearance: Grey eyes and dirty-blonde hair, just above common on the handsome scale. His hair is unkempt and shows the abuse of his recent exploits.
Clothing: Once an innkeeper, his garments have been torn and ripped by his time in searching. The hold together well, but show a desperate need for repair.
Magic Schools: Illusion, Conjuration (Necromancy)
Personality: Brynne is focused and determined; he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He has little time for friends, and his morality has been severely hampered by his ordeals.
Bio: When the vampires first took power, in the weeks following the death of sunlight, they fermented their hold with the capturing of 'cattle'; simple humans enthralled by their power and forced into lifelong subjugation. Among their numbers was a bar maid named Saray, stolen in the dead of night while her husband was working with vendors to secure as good to sell to his new masters to secure his wife from exactly the fate she'd befallen. Brynne was devastated by her loss. We worked night and day to make the contacts needed to find the trader who now 'owned' his wife.
Once he found the man, another servant to their cruel masters who enjoyed his trade far too much, a bargain was struck. The gold was more than he'd ever earned, but Brynne was able to sell his inn for just enough. He met the trader aboard his ship, and gladly paid his entire life's savings for his wife. As he turned to guide his still spell-struck wife from the ship, a heavy blow landed across the back of his head.
When he awoke, he found himself chained to a barrel by the edge of the ship, which was now far out to sea. The captain smiled cruelly to him, explaining that Brynne had bought her freedom but now they'd simply captured her again. The thrall traders mocked him for the blood seeping from his head wound, screaming their masters didn't want damaged foods. With that, they pushed the barrel overboard, and Brynne along with it.
He should have died. Talos knows the waves should have swallowed his life in their darkness. Yet the barrel's lid was loose enough for him to scrape it open, emptying it and allowing him to have a makeshift float. The tides worked with him, ushering him back to shore. Whether it was hours, days, or years, he could not tell. When his barrel smashed across the stony rocks of shore, shattering his left arm in the process, he knew what his options were.
He needed to break the control these monsters had on his wife. He needed to break them as they had broken her. He needed to wield their own magics against them.
Though he'd never been a mage, he knew many innkeepers kept small books of magic in their stores; just in case someone came buy looking. Though his own inn was out of the question, he knew of one that the vampires wouldn't have control of yet. True, it was as likely destroyed by the dragon's attack so long ago as to have survived to be pilfered by bandits, but Helgen was as good a place as any to start.