Name: Rodrik Skarfr HaraldssonOrigin: The Elder Scrolls V.
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Species: Dovahkiin
Appearance: ImagePowers & Abilities:1. Dragon Shouts
Unrelenting Force. "Your Voice is raw power, pushing aside anything - or anyone - who stands in your path." (Note. Strength of shout varies from wall-class to City Block-Class. Knockback against most opponents. Most powerful shout.)
Whirlwind Sprint. "The Thu'um rushes forward, carrying you in its wake with the speed of a tempest."
Throw Voice. "The Thu'um is heard, but its source unknown, fooling those into seeking it out."
Summon Durnehviir. "Durnehviir! Hear my Voice and come forth from the Soul Cairn. I summon you in my time of need." (Note. Summons undead dragon.)
Storm Call. "A Shout to the skies, a cry to the clouds, that awakens the destructive force of Skyrim's lightning."
Slow Time. "Shout at time, and command it to obey, as the world around you stands still." (Note. thirty-second version only for balancing purposes.)
Soul Tear. "Your Thu'um cuts through flesh and shatters soul, commanding the will of the fallen." (Note. Damage scales with target. Grape-shot/Shotgun-like attack pattern. Close-Mid range only)
Marked for Death. "Speak, and let your Voice herald doom, as an opponent's armor and lifeforce are weakened." (Drains, but does not steal opponents power/stamina)
Kyne's Peace. "The Voice soothes wild beasts, who lose their desire to fight or flee."
Frost Breath/Ice Form. "Your breath is winter, your Thu'um a blizzard." (Shouts merged for practicality and balancing. Produces a torrent of ice-y wind. Comparable to fire-breathing)
Fire Breath. "Inhale air, exhale flame, and behold the Thu'um as inferno."
Drain Vitality. "Coax both magical and mortal energies from your hapless opponent." (Steals stamina and strength from opponent. Scales with target)
Disarm. "Shout defies steel, as you rip the weapon from an opponent's grasp."
Cyclone. "Your Thu'um creates a whirling cyclone that sows chaos among your enemies."
Clear Skies. "Skyrim itself yields before the Thu'um, as you clear away fog and inclement weather."
Call Dragon. "Odahviing! Hear my Voice and come forth. I summon you in my time of need." (Functions only within home-universe)
Bend Will. "Your voice bends the very stones to your will. As it gains power, animals, people, and even dragons must do your bidding." (Does not function of characters/Creatures with high mental constitution. Length of control scales with victim's mental constitution. (Wizards will be unaffected. Animals will be permanently affected.)
Become Ethereal. "The Thu'um reaches out to the Void, changing your form to one that cannot harm, or be harmed." (Minute duration only for balancing.)
Animal Allegiance. "A Shout for help from the beasts of the wild, who come to fight in your defense."
(Final Note. Some shouts have been excluded simply because Rodrik does not use them. Full list can be found here
2. Destruction Spells.
Flames. (Basic flamethrower spell. low Magicka drain. Short range)
Frostbite. (Basic Ice-Blast spell. low Magicka drain. Short range)
Sparks. (Basic Electrical spell. low Magicka drain. Short range)
Lightning Bolt (Single bolt of lightning. Medium Magicka drain. Long range)
Firebolt (Single blast of fire. Medium Magicka drain. Medium range)
Chain Lightning (Think Palpatine. Jumps from one target to another. Can stun. High Magicka drain. Short range)
Fireball (Large gust of fire. Medium area-of-effect. High Magicka drain. Medium-Long range)
Ice Storm (Causes a whirlwind of freezing-air and ice shards. Moves independently. Medium Magicka Drain. Medium Range.)
Blizzard (Large-Scale Ice Storm. Conjures an actual blizzard in desired region. Intended for battlefield application. Very High Magicka drain. Very High Stamina drain. Massive range. Can render the caster unconscious.)
Fire Storm (Conjures a continuous funnel of flames from the hand. Shape of flame can be manipulated into walls, loops, or simple blast. Caster must be relatively stationary to maintain spell. High Magicka drain. High Stamina drain. Medium-Long range)
Lightning Storm (Conjures a barrage of electrical blasts from the sky. Large area of effect. Does not target allies. Must be elevated to cast. Very High Magicka drain. Medium Stamina drain. Long range. Caster is rendered immobile while casting the spell.)
1. Restoration
Note. Due to Rodrik's restoration skill being maximum level. Only the highest versions of (for all intents and purposes) the same spells will be shown.
Greater Ward (Creates a ward around the caster. Absorbed kinetic and magical damage. Medium Magicka drain.)
Stendarr's Aura (Causes all Undead who come within melee range to take fire damage. Remaining in melee range will cause ignition. Medium Magicka drain.)
Vampire's Bane (A bolt of sunlight which deals damage to undead targets. Massive damage against vampires specifically. High Magicka drain. Long Range)
Circle of Protection (Causes a dome of light to surrounded the caster. Heals all allies within dome. Causes fire-damage to those attempting to enter dome. Extra damage against undead. Very High Magicka drain. Medium stamina drain. Short range)
Grand Healing (Heals all allies within a selected area. Effects are immediate. Very High Magicka drain. High Stamina drain.)
Bane of the Undead (Area of Effect sun-damage. Causes a burst of holy fire to explode in a ring around the caster. Only damages the undead. Can incinerate most undead caught in the blast. Very High Magicka drain. Medium range)
Heal Other (High-Tier healing spell. Heals others. Medium Magicka drain)
Close Wounds (High-Tier healing spell. Heals self. Medium Magicka drain)
Weaknesses: Crippled by personal vices, substance abuse, and post-traumatic stress disorder. Mortality. Often Berserker-Like episodes during battle, can pose a danger to allies. Often lacks concentration for high-level destruction spells.Attack Potency: 6-CSpeed: Athletic HumanLifting Strength: Class 1Striking Strength: Wall ClassDurability: Building levelStamina: HighRange: Melee-MediumIntelligence: HighEquipment on Hand: Dragonbone War-Axe. Steel Sword. Daedric Dagger. Iron Shield. Iron Armor.Brief Bio/History*:Rodrik Skarfr, son of Legate Haraldr Skarfr, and Shieldmaiden Asa Helstrand, is the last living direct descendant of ancient Atmoran Warlord, Hrafn 'The Storm-King' Alvisson, a former rival, and later staunch ally of High-King Ysgramor during the invasion of Skyrim, and the southward migration of the early years.
Born in the city of Bruma, Cyrodiil, Rodrik was raised predominately by his mother, a former warrior, now retired as a blacksmith, catering to the needs of the city's garrison. Rodrik was raised relatively normally by Asa, while the local-legend known as Haraldr (Often incorrectly Cyrodillized as 'Harold the Scarred') led the 10th Imperial Legion "Legio Nordicum" against the Aldmeri Dominion, known as one of the few Imperial Leaders to lead an offensive into Dominion territory in the latter half of the Great War.
Life would change drastically for Rodrik during the siege, and later sack of Bruma by Dominion Forces, resulting in the death of both his mother, and infant sister, Astrid, Rodrik himself would not be found until three days after the battle, having been buried underneath the rubble of his former home.
Rodrik was, rather abruptly orphaned, seeing as his father would have perished while the city was besieged, being trapped without supplies several thousand miles away, deep into Valenwood, though, only after using a scorched earth policy against Wood-Elfish troops, which would earn him in death, the title of 'The Scorcher'...And of course 'the accursed' by the Aldmeri.
After having been found by Imperial rescue teams, within the abandoned city, Rodrik was sent to live, per his father's instructions prior to death, with his 'uncle' (A War-Brother of his father, prior to said man's injuries early in the war) Owain Glydin, Breton Lord of a minor keep in north-western High Rock.
Owain was a lord of minor importance, ruling over a small, but ancient holdfast within the mountains, near the North Coast. Having heard the plight of young Skarfr, he took the boy in, despite having a sizable clan of his own, and out of loyalty to the late Haraldr, raised him as his own. The boy never quite recovered from watching his mother and sister slaughtered by the Aldmeri, and on top of developing a rather noticeable distaste for High Elves, quickly turned to vices upon reaching his teenage years, downing alcohol at any chance he possessed, and laying with every farmer's daughter, and whore within Owain's land, and then some. Rodrik was troubled, but at every point, he was bailed out of it by his uncle, who Rodrik despite his outbursts often resulting in a violent confrontation between the two, loved dearly.
At the age of fifteen, the young Nord drew first blood. His younger Step-Sister, Eilda, had been kidnapped by one of the local Orcish Chieftains, for either ransom, or far fouler purposes. Riding for a day and a night with his uncle, and the small, but reliable retinue of Knights sworn to house Glydin, they descended upon the Clan, and set free Eilda, there were few survivors among the Orcs, and as the night ended, and the party road home, Rodrik's castle-forged blade, and riveted male tunic were stained bloody. The blade he would keep with him until his capture at the Skyrim border, twenty years later. "The Boy has earned a blade." Recounted Owain himself on that night. That night Rodrik had discovered something he enjoyed far more than drinking, or sleeping around, that being the thrill of combat.
The Glydin family raised Rodrik well, for another ten years he remained with them, until, at the day of Lord Owain's death, he was banished by the Late-Lord's son, Garten, who sought to rid himself of the Nord. This event would unsurprisingly, cause Rodrik to fall even further into his hedonistic ways, until eventually venturing to Daggerfall, to work as a blacksmith's apprentice, and later blacksmith himself.
This way of life continued, for another decade, Rodrik remained in the city, living among a small, but closely-knit Nord community in the poorer quarter of the city. For reasons the Nord could not understand however, wanderlust took hold of him, and (unknown to him) at the behest of the Gods whom had plans for him, Rodrik set forth to Skyrim with what little fortune he had, leading to his capture at the border. This...Is a story, we all know well.
For close to a year, Rodrik gallivanted across Skyrim, finding his purpose in adventure, and carrying out the will of the Gods (Or, at least his own version of their will, which involved copious amounts of violence) Rodrik, hardly a man of faith due to his crippling vices, found piety after his battle against the World Eater in Sovngarde. And though Rodrik still often took the bottle and brothel, he would, to his best efforts, make up for it in full with the blood price, for his determination to die in battle would overcome his love of mead and women. And yet, though the legions of Alduin fell underneath the Nord’s blade, he could not help but feel somewhat sympathetic to Paarthurnax, and those Dragons, now lost upon the death of their leader Alduin, for Rodrik too possessed a rage unrivaled by even the fiercest Daedric Champion, and his vices of women and wine, were not unlike in nature, to the natural vice of conquest which Paarthurnax, and those Dragons he had taken as disciples, constantly battled.
When called to slay Paarthurnax, by those Blades who had previously sworn to serve the Dragonborn in his struggle, Rodrik refused, and when the Blades demanded vengeance be taken on the Dragon-Monk, Rodrik came nigh-close to shouting down the temple which they resided there in. The Blades denounced him as a betrayer of his kind, but Rodrik cared little, as Paarthurnax was as much his mentor, as he was that of the Dragons, who were kin to Rodrik, through the shared divine blood of Akatosh. Rodrik was as much Dovah as them, simply bound to a mortal body.
Rodrik himself had many adventurers, and met many whom he would consider friend, and ally. A Thane of Whiterun, Rodrik did not side with the Empire, or Stormcloaks, despite being far more sympathetic to the latter. When the Stormcloak Hird besieged Whiterun, Rodrik led in it’s defense, along with the Imperial Legionaries stationed there, and the personal retinue of Jarl Balgruuf. The Siege was broken by nightfall, and three hundred Stormcloaks lay fallen, for only three score and ten of the defenders. Many of those casualties, no doubt, were inflicted by Haraldsson personally.
Rodrik’s accomplishments were informally recognize by the Third Legion under General Maximus Tullius, who offered Rodrik a position in the Imperial Army, which was abruptly turned town, the Dragonborn still bearing a fierce dislike towards the General after his rather unpleasant welcome into Skyrim, and near execution.
Life continued, as it always does. The Dragons and their attacks on mortal kind, steadily became less and less of an issue, Rodrik, once their exterminator, put an end to the dragon crisis, and maintained much of a steady peace with his...Scaled kin, just in time for the next crisis to begin…
The Vampire Menace, though not as outwardly destructive as the return of Alduin, was nonetheless, a terror to the inhabitants of Skyrim, with undead menaces besetting the land that he loved in the night, Rodrik would find his way to Dawnguard Fortress, a behemoth of a citadel, situated in the mountains on the border of Morrowind, though populated only by a skeleton crew, during the Vampire Crisis (Named, dramatically so in the sagas as the War for the Dawn) their numbers swelled, It was during this period, Rodrik would meet Serana Harkonsdottir Volkihar, a name which shall bear great importance in the later sagas. Together, she, along with the Dragonborn, would slay her father, for Serana is known as among the few vampires in Tamrielic history, to be…’Good’.
Her allegiance to the Dovahkiin would face its ultimate test during the Siege of Castle Volkihar, in which, under the command of Rodrik, and of Grand-Master Isran, the Knights of the Dawnguard, the remnants of the Vigil of Stendarr, and nearly every vigilante in a hundred miles stormed Volkihar island, dismounting from their longships to besiege the Castle. In three days, the undead horde of Harkon lay dead, and the castle, for the most part a smoking ruin.
A steadfast companion of the Dragonborn, Serana and Rodrik grew close while seeking a way to defeat Harkon, and though they parted ways after his destruction, it would not be the last time they crossed paths. Serana became a mercenary of sorts, the former companion of the Dragonborn being sought after by many. Though she often worked in tandem with the Dawnguard, in effort to track down her father’s supporters.
Rodrik...Meanwhile, retreated to his home in Whiterun Hold to recover, as he had been wounded during the fighting, scars given by Harkon himself, scars Rodrik wore proudly. He would rest, and within a month, he once again ventured Skyrim.
Life carried on, as it always did, and Rodrik, as he often had done when without purpose, fell into a lull of sin. Until, that is, he faced an assassination attempt, whilst being rather...Inhibited outside a tavern, he barely survived the fight in his drunken state, but with great difficulty, managed to fight back his attackers, attackers who appeared to be under the employ of someone named ‘Miraak’.
Rodrik, for the first time since his arrival, would venture forth out of skyrim, he would not return for almost a year. When he returned, he would not record his deeds on Solstheim, but...The next stage of his life however, is rather well recorded.
THE SECOND GREAT WAR
A year after the events that had transpired on Solstheim, a conflict long boiling finally came to surface, after decades of stagnancy, and failing to recover from the first war, the Empire was ill-prepared when the Aldmeri Dominion declared war in 4E 209, all over the Tamrielic Empire, Thalmor Forces seized major cities in the night, while the Aldmeri Armies crossed into Cyrodiil, and it’s navy burned the Imperial Armada at anchor in Daggerfall, the Imperial War Machine was crippled before the War Declaration had even reached the Imperial City. Reluctantly, Imperial forces pulled out of Skyrim, being unable to maintain the Legion presence there, and allowing the Stormcloaks, who they had fought to a stalemate, to seize much of the province in the span of weeks, barring Whiterun, which they...Reluctantly avoided, lest face another devastating defeat as they had in the earlier years of the war. Solitude however, was captured with little difficulty, and Elisif was executed by forces loyal to Ulfric Stormcloak, Ulfric himself would deny ordering the attack however.
The Imperial Legion assembled in southern Cyrodiil, though vastly outnumbered, and under equipped, the Legion sought to delay Dominion forces until the Imperial City itself was evacuated, Anvil having fallen in the first week of the war. The Army led by High-Inquisitor Andralia were confident they could best the Legion in open combat, and, on a morning during the early spring, assailed the Imperial Army outside the city of Kvatch.
The Aldmeri Generals did not gain the swift victory they had hoped for. Although initial attacks devastated the Imperial Army, the Legionaries managed to regroup, and, working the local Watch Garrison, formed a shield-wall which held against Dominion attack. Rallied by Legate Fasendil of the Third Legion, and General Octavius III of the Kvatchi Guards, Imperial Forces held throughout the night, even as the city was fire-bombed by Dominion Spellcasters.
Relief came on the second day of the battle, as a raging storm set in which obscured all shots fired from Dominion Archers, and prevented the spellcasters from launching their fireballs. Lightning struck down on the Aldmeri camps, causing a brief disorganized panic among the commanders, as a quarter of their temporary residence burned down in a matter of minutes. By the time the fire was put out, Dominion Forces, while not all too damaged from the flames themselves, were heavily demoralized. They would need to take the city as to regain their supply advantage, and somehow, the garrison, with the legion, still held.
As the storm raged further still, finally, relief came for the defenders. Its arrival was signalled by a roar which would shiver defender and attacker alike to the bone. Mounted atop the Dragon Odahviing, was none other than the Dragonborn himself, who under the cover of storm clouds, descended onto the Aldmeri lines.
What followed next, can only be described as wholesale slaughter.
Dominion Forces were decimated as the dragon assaulted their first lines, infantry with no hope of combating an aerial threat, either ran, or were frozen in terror, as columns of fire engulfed the field and Elves alike, who despite being soaked in the rain, proved quite flammable nonetheless. The resistance the second line, the skirmishers put up, while certainly more than the infantry, proved just as ineffective. Arrows bounced off the scaled beast, and though with time, they may have harmed it, not when under a barrage of flame and Thu’um.
In a matter of minutes, 1st Dominionist Army, was either entirely routed, or destroyed, its leader, the High Inquisitor having burnt alive, as his tent caught aflame.
Rodrik had come to Cyrodiil, not out of love for the Empire, but to make war with the Dominion, and he had certainly made an impression. Rodrik would, after conferring with the Legionaries of Kvatch, fly to the Imperial City, where he would offer his sword, albeit temporarily to the Emperor, who would without hesitation accept, granting the Dragonborn whatever resources he required to combat the Thalmor. Rodrik would once again mount atop Odahviing, and fly to the front, where he would aid the Legion during the Dominion’s second attempt to take the city a week later, which despite bringing an even greater force, went in a similar fashion to the last.
Bruma, in Rodrik’s mind, would be avenged in full, and then some.