Post by Akkar on Jul 9, 2008 13:59:19 GMT -5
Name: Sevan (pronounced sev-arn)
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Age: 38
Weapons: Sevan is proficient with the stave and spear from his time as a spearman within the Imperial Legion. He once owned a variety of these, but since his parting with the Tong, most of these items have been either lost or abandoned.
That said, he can just as easily get up close and personal with a set of bladed gauntlets, which can be used to shred through flesh and bone with ease.
Magicka: The foot soldiers of the Imperium were rarely needed for their magic, and so Sevan’s knowledge of the arcane arts is somewhat limited.
Armour: Many years in the Legion has made Sevan quite proficient in heavy armor and the skills required to maintain it effectively. During his time in the Tong, he customised a set of guardsman's armor to suit his needs. Key sections have been cut from the original and reforged over a leather underlay to provide protection whilst keeping a degree of mobility as well as reducing weight and noise. The armor itself can be used as a holder of weapons; he favors a collapsible steel staff hidden in grooves along the greaves.
When the use of heavy armor is not applicable for the situation at hand, Sevan can disconnect the plates from the underlayer and use this as needed.
The leather itself is dark crimson in colour, owing to an overestimation of dye quantities. He does not wear a helmet, instead using the leather hood and mask of the suit to shield his identity on assignment.
Horse: Sevan does not own a horse of his own, as he relied on his contractors to provide transportation to his mission sites.
Residence: A man of no particular fixed abode, he makes his home from place to place. That isn't to say that he's homeless – more that he finds a nice cottage in the wilderness to squat in, or a cozy little cave to hide when the full moon comes out.
Appearance: Sevan’s face is obscured by long, matted black hair that somewhat resembles a dreadlock style. If you were to catch a glimpse of his face behind his tangle of hair and rough beard, you would see the deep bite and scratch wounds that continue over much of his bulky body. These wounds were caused by a werewolf of Solsthiem, who infected him with the terrible disease.
The curse has also given him some notable changes in appearance; his once dull green eyes now catch the light and burn with intensity, and will stand out even in the brightest day.
In his casual clothes, he looks and smells more like a beggar than anything else (he will stink to high heaven in any enclosed space) and so can make himself part of a crowd without too much difficulty. That is, unless he has to stand around others for more than a few moments...
Personality: His lycanthropy caused Sevan many problems in making advancements through the Morag Tong. The wolfish nature brought on by the disease means that he is not burdened with the niceties of social conduct, and will sometimes seem blunt or offensive in conversation.
The curse also gives Sevan a lust for flesh, and it was not uncommon for him to take out a target by feasting on it.
However, behind this brutish nature still lies some of the Imperial conditioning that made him such a good warrior within the Legion, and which kept him in the Morag Tong. It is also this which caused him to leave.
Sevan is often at odds with his sickness, and hides that part of himself away. When the full moon approaches, he has been known to lock himself away in discreet underground passageways and dungeons, to prevent the creature from overwhelming him.
Despite his former role as an assassin, he cannot bring himself to inflict this pain onto others. And so, he hides.
History: Once a medium-ranking soldier of an isolated fort on the island of Solsthiem, Sevan was a motivated warrior for the Imperial Legion. However, during an attack on Fort Frostmoth by a rampaging group of werewolves, Sevan was savagely mauled by one of the beasts. Thinking him dead, the soldiers held a burial ceremony that night, only to have Sevan transform with the new moon into the fearsome creature, killing many of his kinsmen before fleeing into the wilderness.
He roamed the wilds for some time, before he was chanced upon by an agent of the Tong, who was quick to acquire his unique abilities.
He was offered solace within this organisation, and an outlet for the murderous impulses of the werewolf. Knowing that it would be of benefit to him, he gladly accepted.
It might be worth noting that Sevan was not his name during his time in the Legion.
He once had an inherited name and a given name. He once had parents, too, and a family who gave these to him. These details have been long since forgotten - not because he tried to forget, but simply because such information is merely irrelevant to a werewolf.
The name Sevan itself is a nickname granted for reasons long lost to obscurity, and ponderings on its source or meaning often lead to frustration.
He spent quite a time in the Tong, completing enough missions and pleasing enough people to rise to the rank of White Thrall. In his time there, however, Sevan quickly found that he could not stand the faction's Guildmaster – Leonde Siallo – and somewhat inadvertently spurred on a series of events that led to an uprising. He and a batch of others helped the Dark Brotherhood to uproot the Tong's foothold in Cyrodiil, but at a cost. Amidst the blood and death, Sevan found his resolve shaken. Appalled that he was a cause for such suffering, he fled once the parties had broken off. Having nothing to believe in, and no virtue to trust, he fell back on the one thing in him that had always remained strong – the werewolf. Recessing to the beast he had repressed, he eventually found himself in Solsthiem once more.
Here he lived among the werewolf clans; hunting and killing, blinded by his plague. The man Sevan disappeared for a time, the human form becoming a husk for the beast within. The years of self-imposed repression spewed forth, twisting him, changing him into a far darker being.
It wasn't until he came across the ruins of Fort Frostmoth that his sanity started to return. The sudden recollections of his past life awakened the human inside, which made him see the clan for what it was.
He saw a self-destructive cult of beasts in the form of men. Shocked at what he had become, he chose to no longer be a wolf in a man's body, but rather a to live as a man with a curse. (( As shown in this thread here => tamrielheroes.proboards85.com/index.cgi?board=vvardenfell&action=display&thread=180&page=1 ))
He now returns to Cyrodiil, in the hope of finding solace. Whether this will come in the form of the rare friends made in this place, or by the blade of his enemies, is yet to be determined.
Gender: Male
Race: Redguard
Age: 38
Weapons: Sevan is proficient with the stave and spear from his time as a spearman within the Imperial Legion. He once owned a variety of these, but since his parting with the Tong, most of these items have been either lost or abandoned.
That said, he can just as easily get up close and personal with a set of bladed gauntlets, which can be used to shred through flesh and bone with ease.
Magicka: The foot soldiers of the Imperium were rarely needed for their magic, and so Sevan’s knowledge of the arcane arts is somewhat limited.
Armour: Many years in the Legion has made Sevan quite proficient in heavy armor and the skills required to maintain it effectively. During his time in the Tong, he customised a set of guardsman's armor to suit his needs. Key sections have been cut from the original and reforged over a leather underlay to provide protection whilst keeping a degree of mobility as well as reducing weight and noise. The armor itself can be used as a holder of weapons; he favors a collapsible steel staff hidden in grooves along the greaves.
When the use of heavy armor is not applicable for the situation at hand, Sevan can disconnect the plates from the underlayer and use this as needed.
The leather itself is dark crimson in colour, owing to an overestimation of dye quantities. He does not wear a helmet, instead using the leather hood and mask of the suit to shield his identity on assignment.
Horse: Sevan does not own a horse of his own, as he relied on his contractors to provide transportation to his mission sites.
Residence: A man of no particular fixed abode, he makes his home from place to place. That isn't to say that he's homeless – more that he finds a nice cottage in the wilderness to squat in, or a cozy little cave to hide when the full moon comes out.
Appearance: Sevan’s face is obscured by long, matted black hair that somewhat resembles a dreadlock style. If you were to catch a glimpse of his face behind his tangle of hair and rough beard, you would see the deep bite and scratch wounds that continue over much of his bulky body. These wounds were caused by a werewolf of Solsthiem, who infected him with the terrible disease.
The curse has also given him some notable changes in appearance; his once dull green eyes now catch the light and burn with intensity, and will stand out even in the brightest day.
In his casual clothes, he looks and smells more like a beggar than anything else (he will stink to high heaven in any enclosed space) and so can make himself part of a crowd without too much difficulty. That is, unless he has to stand around others for more than a few moments...
Personality: His lycanthropy caused Sevan many problems in making advancements through the Morag Tong. The wolfish nature brought on by the disease means that he is not burdened with the niceties of social conduct, and will sometimes seem blunt or offensive in conversation.
The curse also gives Sevan a lust for flesh, and it was not uncommon for him to take out a target by feasting on it.
However, behind this brutish nature still lies some of the Imperial conditioning that made him such a good warrior within the Legion, and which kept him in the Morag Tong. It is also this which caused him to leave.
Sevan is often at odds with his sickness, and hides that part of himself away. When the full moon approaches, he has been known to lock himself away in discreet underground passageways and dungeons, to prevent the creature from overwhelming him.
Despite his former role as an assassin, he cannot bring himself to inflict this pain onto others. And so, he hides.
History: Once a medium-ranking soldier of an isolated fort on the island of Solsthiem, Sevan was a motivated warrior for the Imperial Legion. However, during an attack on Fort Frostmoth by a rampaging group of werewolves, Sevan was savagely mauled by one of the beasts. Thinking him dead, the soldiers held a burial ceremony that night, only to have Sevan transform with the new moon into the fearsome creature, killing many of his kinsmen before fleeing into the wilderness.
He roamed the wilds for some time, before he was chanced upon by an agent of the Tong, who was quick to acquire his unique abilities.
He was offered solace within this organisation, and an outlet for the murderous impulses of the werewolf. Knowing that it would be of benefit to him, he gladly accepted.
It might be worth noting that Sevan was not his name during his time in the Legion.
He once had an inherited name and a given name. He once had parents, too, and a family who gave these to him. These details have been long since forgotten - not because he tried to forget, but simply because such information is merely irrelevant to a werewolf.
The name Sevan itself is a nickname granted for reasons long lost to obscurity, and ponderings on its source or meaning often lead to frustration.
He spent quite a time in the Tong, completing enough missions and pleasing enough people to rise to the rank of White Thrall. In his time there, however, Sevan quickly found that he could not stand the faction's Guildmaster – Leonde Siallo – and somewhat inadvertently spurred on a series of events that led to an uprising. He and a batch of others helped the Dark Brotherhood to uproot the Tong's foothold in Cyrodiil, but at a cost. Amidst the blood and death, Sevan found his resolve shaken. Appalled that he was a cause for such suffering, he fled once the parties had broken off. Having nothing to believe in, and no virtue to trust, he fell back on the one thing in him that had always remained strong – the werewolf. Recessing to the beast he had repressed, he eventually found himself in Solsthiem once more.
Here he lived among the werewolf clans; hunting and killing, blinded by his plague. The man Sevan disappeared for a time, the human form becoming a husk for the beast within. The years of self-imposed repression spewed forth, twisting him, changing him into a far darker being.
It wasn't until he came across the ruins of Fort Frostmoth that his sanity started to return. The sudden recollections of his past life awakened the human inside, which made him see the clan for what it was.
He saw a self-destructive cult of beasts in the form of men. Shocked at what he had become, he chose to no longer be a wolf in a man's body, but rather a to live as a man with a curse. (( As shown in this thread here => tamrielheroes.proboards85.com/index.cgi?board=vvardenfell&action=display&thread=180&page=1 ))
He now returns to Cyrodiil, in the hope of finding solace. Whether this will come in the form of the rare friends made in this place, or by the blade of his enemies, is yet to be determined.