(OOC:gonna jump in here if ya dont mind,heres my character card. Name:Baroth Hermingfel
Race:Nord
Gender:Male
Class:Warrior
Age:50
Looks:6'9,caucasin,long blonde braided hair,scruffy beard,hardend face,wrinkles at corners of eyes,green warpaint on left side of face,brown eyes,straight serious eye brows,mainly wears steel armor along with shoulder armor as well.
Personality:Courageous,fearless,serious and determined.Willing to help skyrim in any way he can.And will fight to the last stroke.Mainly fights evil characters,he usually studies a situation before he jumps in.
Weapon:Steel sword and steel shield,may also revert to long bow,if neccesary.Carries sharpened,iron dagger.
Skills:One-handed,sneaking,block,and heavy armor.
Bio:Born and raised in skryim.Had a pretty normal life,up until 20,when he lost his family to a bandit raid.He hunted the bandits down until he found them,and killed them.After that,dedicated his life to helping others.Got involved in the companions for awhile but left for he wished to spread his good deeds across all of tamriel.travled from skyrim ,to hamerfell ,to the dominion,through cyrodil,to morrowind,and back to skyrim to finish the job.) Baroth entered the nosy,clanky tavern.He was exhausted,for he had been traveling all night.He dragged himself over to the counter and sat on a stool. He set his shield down by his feet,sighing with relief. He gave a shout to hulda,asking for a pint of mead,for he greatly needed one.His eyes set down upon the drink that lay infront of him,relieved.He picked up the tankard and began to drink.