Magnus Skybreaker Race: Nord
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:Around 195cm, tall enough to see an Altmer straight in his/her eye, 85kg, very muscular, 2 lines of red war paint under each eyes. Few bruises on his body, from 10 years of duty in Imperial Legion.
Organization(s) involved with: None, but he did served for 10 years in Imperial Legion, discharged honorably as Praefect. Might reenlist down the road.
Class: Crusader
Equipment: A
Valsgarde Vendel-style steel helmet
A steel mail coif
A suit of armor from this mod
A round shield
A Steel Arming sword
A Steel-tipped Spear
5 Lead Throwing Darts
Leather, linen and fur long sleeved padded shirt
Steel dagger
Backpack and satchels
Books and a journal/diary
Survival kit, including extra pieces of clothing, cooking equipment, pickaxe, woodcutting axe, entrenching tool, few potions, waterskin, food and drinks, camping equipment, rope and greatcoat made from leather, bear fur and linen.
Lute
Skills: Spear and Swordfighting, hand to hand, dart throwing, destruction and restoration magic. Pretty athletic too, and knows how to play lute, sing and cook.
Weaknesses: Illusion and Conjuration spells. He's still recovering from few wounds sustained in a skirmish few weeks before, also, not exactly the stealthiest guy around, except when he stripped down to his gambeson, leather breech and boots. He might sound rougher and harsher than what he actually meant, sometimes.
Bio: War. It is something that Magnus knew all too well. Born right during the Great War, specifically Sundas, 7th of First Seed 4E172, he grows up in military camp of the Legion during the Great War, and later on, the military fortress of Helgen, before his family permanently move into their old family house in Solitude, near Castle Dour. His parents being Legionnaires, it's natural for him to be familiar with military training for nearly all of his life. From his father, a Praefect , he learn how to handle things in melee and ranged combat. From his mother, a Spellsword, he learn the basics and easier part of destruction and restoration magic, something that would prove useful in the later stage of his life. His childhood are unremarkable, and his friends mostly are just children of the Legionnaires, although he do know and befriend few low and upper low nobles. His family are among the few families of Nords and Imperials that could claim to have unbroken line to 500 Companions of Skyrim, although by the time Magnus grow up, they barely fit into middle class family. Officially, his family renounced the worship of Talos, due to the White Gold Concordat, but secretly they still call upon Him.
When he celebrated his 17th birthday, he did what his parents, grandparents, great grandparents and virtually most firstborn and child of his family ever since the Alessian Empire have done, that is, enlisting with the Imperial Legion. For ten years, he loyally serve, from Cyrodiil, Skyrim to High Rock, fighting, training, gaining ranks and wounded in the name of the Empire, even though by that point his own family barely support Titus II. All that time, he met many people and gained few contacts all over the Empire. He also secretly still revere the Nine, although publicly he followed the Eight. Until one day, where an incident forced the hand of Imperial Legion to honorably discharge one of the finest son of the Empire, who have served with distinction for ten years. He himself personally held no grudge, for he himself know the risk of his action during the incident. In fact, given the circumstances, he could've been dragged into prison, or worse, into the hand of the Thalmor. However, he did feel a bit depressed when he left the Legion. For some time, he stayed with his parents in Solitude, until he make up his mind and started adventuring and freelancing. However, old habits dies hard, and he still kept few bearings of his time with the Legion.
For the last two year, his path have taken him down from Leyawiin to up high in Wrothgarian Mountains, and from Daggerfall to Cheydinhal. He faced many dangers that would've simply kill many less seasoned adventurers. Recently, he came back to Skyrim for personal reason, and find it in turmoil, with Dragons and Stormcloaks running around. For some time, he helped to contain some bandits and Stormcloak raids near Riverwood, before moving west to Falkreath Hold. There, his first chapter in this story begins...
RP Sample: Snow. Snow everywhere so thick it hard for him to walk. But he already made a promise, and he won't back down, no matter how difficult it is. "Where is Halwein? Snow this thick can kill a small Bosmer like him" Joffrey adjusted the coat he wore over his plated mail. "Don't underestimate the Bosmers, Joffrey. They're tougher than they look. Otherwise, I would have won a skirmish near Weye back in 174" Octavus, Great War veteran and experienced scout grunts. "Kidnapped by bandits. Wonder what he did, anyway" Magnus, following slightly behind asked. "Angered few wrong people, apparently, with his outspoken stance against the corrupt bastard village Chief. Turns out he worked with bandits to earn some extra Septims off people" Octavus replied. "Huh. People like that bastard don't deserve to be allowed to have power at any capacity" Magnus spit onto the ground. "Blame Siddgeir. He must've received something pretty valuable from Thorun. Then again, rumours abound that Siddgeir himself do the same fucking thing" Octavus sighed, and checked the track. "They can't be far from here. These tracks still rather new" he continues, before signalling the others to lay low. "Bandits" Octavus whispers, and he pulled his throwing daggers. 3 men walked down from a ledge, clad in fur and scales. Magnus looked at Joffrey and Octavus, nodded, and they quickly draw their weapons, except Octavus, who picked his target. A dagger flies through the air, and buried itself on one of the bandit thigh. His scream alerted the other two bandit, who ran toward him. Magnus quickly ran toward them, followed by Joffrey, axe in his right hand and shield on the left hand. The larger bandit jumped at Magnus, big mistake, as he simply leaped away from the clumsy bandit sword slash, thrusting his spear into the bandit neck at the same time, severing his blood vessels, windpipe and painting the snow red. The bandit, caught unprepared, crumpled to the ground, his hands gripping his own neck, gurgling and choking on his own blood, eyes rolling in its sockets. His friend clashed with Joffrey, who quickly end up shortening him by few feet, courtesy of a swing through the legs and another at the scalp. The living bandit don't need any encouragement to talk as Magnus and Joffrey approach him. "Don't kill me, please. He's in the cave up there, not very far from here" the bandit cried. "Noted" Magnus grunts as he knocked the bandit unconscious with a swing from the blunt side of his spear.
Halwein groaned, and tried to stand, but he could only dragged himself on the cold hard ground of the cave. He slowly reached for a bow and few arrow, before a steel cuffed boot flied into his nose. The bandit leader grins, as he forced Halwein to lay on the floor. Suddenly, a head was thrown into the cave. "Gurthom? What the? WHO! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, BASTARD?" The bandit leader roared as he stormed outside, mace and axe on his hands. He's enraged as he saw many of his men lies dead or writhing on the ground, many with gaping hole on their torso. "Surrender now, and you might survive the jail of Falkreath. Or maybe Castle Dour dungeon." Magnus shouted, his sword held ready above his head, his shield raised in front of his body, ready to deflect any attack that comes. "DIE, YOU ANIMAL!" the bandit charged, dual wielding his weapon. Magnus carefully watched as he sprinted toward the bandit, dodging a swing from the mace and deflecting a strike from the axe. The bandit leader relentlessly hammer Magnus with his dual wielded weapon, leaving not a single chance for Magnus to strike back. Magnus began to tire, as more strike landed on his shield. He must end the duel soon, or he ran out of energy and got overpowered by the bandit leader. Out of nowhere, an arrow lands below the place where the plate of the bandit steel armor stops. The bandit leader fell to his knee, surprised by the attack from behind. Halwein stood in front of the cave, readying himself to fire another arrow. Magnus quickly seized the moment and bashed the bandit leader unconscious. "He's got a big bounty on his head. If we got him alive, we could carve out some useful information from him" Magnus speak, as he sat down on a tree stump. "Halwein, right? Here, let me try to fix your nose" Magnus approached Halwein, and cast healing spell on his nose. "Uh, thanks. These bastards caught me while I was hunting, no doubt under Thorun's order. The Legion and the guards has been alerted, right?" Halwein replied, as he tied the bandit leader with Magnus help. "Yeah. Good thing I happens to pass near the village, and there's some Legion and Hold Guard patrol stopping nearby. Thank Octavus and Joffrey too. They helped me tracked the bandit." Magnus smiles, as they dragged the bandit leader. "Hey guys, look who I've found here. Halwein, bloodied nose but alive" Magnus shouted at Octavus and Joffrey. "Good. Let's get this over with, shall we?" Octavus grins.
Personality: A bit cautious and sometime rough person, but warm, caring, patient, fun-loving, experienced and humble Nord, although he can and did became snarky at few occasions. He's also quite selfless, for an adventurer and freelancer.
Likes: 9 Divines, Empire, Nord Mead, Songs, Singing, playing lute, Skyrim, Cyrodiil, Imperial Legion.
Dislikes: Thalmor, Bandits, Criminals, Senseless and Avoidable Violence and less than honest things. Would resort to them if necessary, though.
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmf0JvTurtY