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Harald (The Elder Scrolls/Skyrim)
"Called your bluff, friend." - Harald, moments before snapping a Thalmor soldier's arm.
Name: Harald Dark-Mane
Aliases: The Butcher of Markarth (earned during the Civil War)
Race: Nord and Reachfolk mix
Age: Late 20s or early/mid 30s depending on the set-up
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Former Adventurer, Former Imperial Legion Scout
Faith: Totem Gods, devoted to the Hawk (Kyne)
Height: 6'4/~195 cm
Weight: 220 lbs/~100 kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Messy, dark brown long hair reaching his shoulders. Scruffy beard, but not too long. Wears either or both braided every now and again.
Skin: Fair
Identifying marks: The characteristic hair and beard, his namesake. Large cut scar across his face, many smaller scars on the rest of his body.
*Equipment:
- Longbow and arrows
- Small axe (not a hatchet)
- Backup dagger
- Chain with iron hook
*Armor (not clothes):
- Padded jacket
- Mail hauberk
- Norse helmet, with a black mane coming from the top
- Leather gloves and boots
*Magic:
- Sparks
- Very basic healing
*Instrument: Drums
Personality: Harald is calm and a man of few words, but has no issues on communicating properly if need be. He is seemingly cruel and ruthless at first glance, but is actually very loyal, caring and protective, the brutality being simply a defense mechanism of his. He has plenty of confidence in himself and hardly accepts help from others, and when he does, he tries not getting attached to anyone, as he believes that whenever he does, this person ends up dead.
Likes:
- Honey
- Mead (Especially Honningbrew)
- Wooded areas
- Card games
- Music
Dislikes:
- Thalmor
- Excessive cold
- Black-Briar Mead
- Stormcloaks
Backstory:
Harald's childhood was... strange. He was born to a reachman father and nord mother, but he doesn't quite remember his father. When he was very young, his parents had a bit of a disagreement, and he was brought to Falkreath, where his mother, with the help of some locals, built a small house in the woods, in the outskirts of the town, and that's where he remembers spending his childhood.
His mom was a badass in her own regard. She was a veteran of the Great War, a proficient trapper and hunter, a talented fighter and had a tongue sharp enough to make even the most foul mouthed Dunmer blush. Naturally, Harald began inheriting these skills at a young age, and the result was a man who was quite the marksman and a mighty fighter, much to his mother's satisfaction.
In his young adulthood, he was a thrill seeker. Harald liked fighting trolls, wrestling in pit fights, exploring old ruins and gambling on card games. Of course, he cheated plenty, but rarely got discovered... and if he did, he'd gladly fight for the money. He lived like that for some good two or three years, adventuring all over Skyrim, and sometimes even out, down to Cyrodiil and Hammerfell, but it all came to an end with the Civil War.
The years he spent in the Imperial Legion were the most miserable of his life. The bloodsheds he witnessed and took part of were the stuff of nightmares, and the Civil War cost him not only some friends, but also his lover, a young imperial scout, his partner in many missions. He never really forgave himself for her death, and with the Civil War coming to an end, he abandoned the Legion and came back home, only to find out that his mother was taken by the Thalmor. The locals said there was nothing they could have done, and Harald knew they were right.
He already despised the Thalmor, as did his mother before him. He was well aware this Civil War that cost him so much was all their fault, and now they took his mother, leaving him with nothing. Harald was a hardened and disciplined veteran, a talented hunter and a good marksman... and he would put each skill he had to good use by killing any Thalmor he came across, one way or another.
That wasn't his priority, though. Of course, if he bumped into a Thalmor or got the chance to kill one, he would, but he intended to return to the Reach, so he can meet his father and inform him of his mother's possible death, as well as learn about his old man's culture. With any luck, maybe he'll manage to find his father, and he'll help Harald find a new meaning in his life.
Earning his coin as a bounty hunter as well as a pit fighter, Harald now travels from town to town, hoping to find enough jobs to pay for a proper trip to the wildlands to the West.
Name: Harald Dark-Mane
Aliases: The Butcher of Markarth (earned during the Civil War)
Race: Nord and Reachfolk mix
Age: Late 20s or early/mid 30s depending on the set-up
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Former Adventurer, Former Imperial Legion Scout
Faith: Totem Gods, devoted to the Hawk (Kyne)
Height: 6'4/~195 cm
Weight: 220 lbs/~100 kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Messy, dark brown long hair reaching his shoulders. Scruffy beard, but not too long. Wears either or both braided every now and again.
Skin: Fair
Identifying marks: The characteristic hair and beard, his namesake. Large cut scar across his face, many smaller scars on the rest of his body.
*Equipment:
- Longbow and arrows
- Small axe (not a hatchet)
- Backup dagger
- Chain with iron hook
*Armor (not clothes):
- Padded jacket
- Mail hauberk
- Norse helmet, with a black mane coming from the top
- Leather gloves and boots
*Magic:
- Sparks
- Very basic healing
*Instrument: Drums
Personality: Harald is calm and a man of few words, but has no issues on communicating properly if need be. He is seemingly cruel and ruthless at first glance, but is actually very loyal, caring and protective, the brutality being simply a defense mechanism of his. He has plenty of confidence in himself and hardly accepts help from others, and when he does, he tries not getting attached to anyone, as he believes that whenever he does, this person ends up dead.
Likes:
- Honey
- Mead (Especially Honningbrew)
- Wooded areas
- Card games
- Music
Dislikes:
- Thalmor
- Excessive cold
- Black-Briar Mead
- Stormcloaks
Backstory:
Harald's childhood was... strange. He was born to a reachman father and nord mother, but he doesn't quite remember his father. When he was very young, his parents had a bit of a disagreement, and he was brought to Falkreath, where his mother, with the help of some locals, built a small house in the woods, in the outskirts of the town, and that's where he remembers spending his childhood.
His mom was a badass in her own regard. She was a veteran of the Great War, a proficient trapper and hunter, a talented fighter and had a tongue sharp enough to make even the most foul mouthed Dunmer blush. Naturally, Harald began inheriting these skills at a young age, and the result was a man who was quite the marksman and a mighty fighter, much to his mother's satisfaction.
In his young adulthood, he was a thrill seeker. Harald liked fighting trolls, wrestling in pit fights, exploring old ruins and gambling on card games. Of course, he cheated plenty, but rarely got discovered... and if he did, he'd gladly fight for the money. He lived like that for some good two or three years, adventuring all over Skyrim, and sometimes even out, down to Cyrodiil and Hammerfell, but it all came to an end with the Civil War.
The years he spent in the Imperial Legion were the most miserable of his life. The bloodsheds he witnessed and took part of were the stuff of nightmares, and the Civil War cost him not only some friends, but also his lover, a young imperial scout, his partner in many missions. He never really forgave himself for her death, and with the Civil War coming to an end, he abandoned the Legion and came back home, only to find out that his mother was taken by the Thalmor. The locals said there was nothing they could have done, and Harald knew they were right.
He already despised the Thalmor, as did his mother before him. He was well aware this Civil War that cost him so much was all their fault, and now they took his mother, leaving him with nothing. Harald was a hardened and disciplined veteran, a talented hunter and a good marksman... and he would put each skill he had to good use by killing any Thalmor he came across, one way or another.
That wasn't his priority, though. Of course, if he bumped into a Thalmor or got the chance to kill one, he would, but he intended to return to the Reach, so he can meet his father and inform him of his mother's possible death, as well as learn about his old man's culture. With any luck, maybe he'll manage to find his father, and he'll help Harald find a new meaning in his life.
Earning his coin as a bounty hunter as well as a pit fighter, Harald now travels from town to town, hoping to find enough jobs to pay for a proper trip to the wildlands to the West.
4 | Sep 21st 2023 17:44