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Name: Zane Bear-Break
Gender: Male
Race: Nord/Breton
Age: 42
Equipment: Stormcloak-themed ronin (blessed garbs), Amulet of Talos, Straw hat (occasionally), Evelyn, Ari, & Vivi (3 Katanas named after his wife and two daughters)
Appearance:
Faction: Stormcloaks
Class: Master Swordsman/Priest of Talos (Healer)
Personality: Unlike most Stormcloaks, Zane doesn't harbor any hatred toward non-Nords, but he owes Ulfric and the group his life, and willingly fights for them whenever he's called upon. He is really laid back, even when it comes to extremely serious matters. The dragon situation concerns him only because he prays to Talos for his family's safety, the only subject that could get him to act serious for once. Overall, Zane is kind-hearted to anyone who doesn't judge him for being a Nordic Stormcloak, and is even more friendly when he's had too much to drink.
Backstory: Zane was born to a Nord father and a Breton mother in High Rock. They eventually traveled to Skyrim after Zane's 6th birthday. They lived in Shor's Stone until Zane was 22, and old enough to inherit the
home. His parents traveled back to High Rock before the tension with the Elves and the Nords had begun escalating. After a couple of years, he married his childhood friend, Evelyn, a girl who had lived with her family across from his house, and had two daughters, Ari (the elder) and Vivi (the younger). After Ulfric had murdered the current High King, the Empire took immediate action, having Imperial camps raid small settlements and villages that were still overlooked by the Stormcloaks. With the Imperial camp in the Rift closing in on Shor's Stone, Zane's wife and children fled south into Riften, where they could take a boat out of Skyrim and into Cyrodiil until the eminent war was over. Zane went north into Windhelm to join the fight against the people who took his life from him, and make it safe for his family's return. With no apparent fighting skills, he trained to become a priest at the city's temple, healing injured warriors fighting for their freedom. The loneliness eventually got him, and he resorted to drinking to fill the void left by his family, one night even getting into a drunken rage and flailing a Stormcloak soldier's sword about. Little did he know, he was incredibly skilled with the blade while he was intoxicated, even grabbing the attention of Ulfric himself. After a while, he was made an official Stormcloak soldier, and perfected his swordsmanship while both sober and drunk, taking a keen interest in the speed and efficiency of katanas.
Fatal Flaw: A struggling alcoholic, at most times he will be drunk. But if anything, it is 50/50, as his fighting skills increase, but his judgment is obscured. At times too laid back, even when the situation calls for pure seriousness.