Post by Sven Linhart on Oct 9, 2008 1:01:47 GMT -5
Name: Sven Linhart, Guardian of the North
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Guild: None
Rank: None
Weapons: Ornate Handcrafted Silver and Gold Longsword, Silver short sword, Single-handed battle Axe, 2 Silver daggers, Steel bow w/ arrows
Magicka: Heal Wounds, Frost
Armor/Clothing: Silver and Gold handcrafted round steel shield, Handcrafted silver and gold steel cuirass, gauntlets, and greaves, and helmet, chainmail, Fur greaves, fur boots, stitched green shirt, black velvet shirt, gray vest, blue velvet outfit, leather boots
Horse: A brown horse with a large white marking on its head. The horse has a braided mane, side armor, and a chest plate. The horse is tall and lean, built for speed.
Residence: Bruma
Appearance: Sven Linhart is an immense man, standing at about 6'4". He has very broad shoulders and a thick neck, a supreme physique and a very handsome face. He has scars all along his back, as well as a few on his chest and sides. Sven has long, blonde hair which he keeps half up and half down with 2 braids receding to the back ponytail. He has a tuft of a beard that sits on his chin, and bold green eyes. He carries himself very well, having a very erect, militant posture.
Personality: Sven, although he fought alongside his allies for many years, is more of a solo warrior. He does enjoy company, but does not like to put others in danger, nor be any burden to them, which he often feels he is.
After the gates to Oblivion were closed, he became very reserved as opposed to his aggression in his younger years. He now travels to enlighten himself rather than to pick fights with those who he knows have no chance.
Despite being a warrior, Sven is calm in manner. He settled in Bruma because of its similarities to his own homeland, although it does stir some homesick feelings when he things of his wife and children.
History: Sven Linhart was born to Brackvir and Veera Linhart in the province of Solitude in Skyrim. He is the second of 5 children born to them.
From birth, Sven showed an extraordinary resistance. The cold climate in Skyrim made conditions very harsh. And with war afoot, supplies were not always able to be delivered on time. Thus, infant mortality was at a high at this time. However, even in his first months of life, Sven showed no sign of slowing down. In all his years, not once had he ever fall ill nor show signs of deteriorating health.
Sven's father, Brackvir, knew there wasn't much time to lose. Seeing the strength in the boy, he knew what he had to do. At the age of 5, Sven's training began. Time and time again he was taught to "embrace the glory of death" and to accept the fact that dying in battle was a most noble death. Soon after, the weapons training began, and by 10, he was well on his way to becoming an expert with the blade, the Axe, and the hammer.
By 16 he was far beyond his years. His name had already been established amongst the kingdom for his expert boat craftsmanship and maritime skills, as well as his selfless behavior around the kingdom itself. He was merely a teenager, but had the skills and the drive of an experienced warrior, even so much as having a body count behind him.
2 years later, chaos ensued when the gates of Oblivion were opened. Sven knew his calling. Alongside his childhood friend, Henmeer Reichen, they set off to aid the periled land of Cyrodiil. Along the way, they met 3 wood-elves, Eryan, Vena, and Azmet, an Orc, Bul-Nir Val-Arc, and a fellow Nord in Bruma by the name of Falkir Brufalla. Together they formed an alliance to help save Tamriel.
However, tragedy struck soon after. The city of Kvatch had fallen to the daedra, and the news echoed throughout all the lands of Tamriel. Once Sven and his party received news of this, they immediately rushed towards Kvatch to help with the resistance that was rumored to be formed. When they reached Kvatch, they were met with blood red skys, burnt forests, and bloodshed. Daedra roamed around freely amongst the bodies of the fallen. Soon, however, they met up with a band of Kvatch soldiers and proceeded into the Oblivion gate, but it wasn't before long before the loud explosion was heard and the gate was destroyed. After narrowly escaping the planes of Oblivion, they went on into the city to help aid the others. Sven was quite surprised to find his Father, Brackvir, and his youngest brother, Nirvon, planning with the resistance in the chapel. After splitting into battalions, they marched out of the chapel and proceeded to take on the remaining Daedra. After hours of fighting, they had all grown weary. But that weariness was a downfall. The Daedra had ambushed Sven's father's battalion, killing all of them ruthlessly. It was in those moments that this battle was decided. Sven dropped to his knees in disbelief as he watched the events unfold. But he wasn't there for long.
Sven rose from his knees, took off his cuirass and gauntlets, and bare chested, only with sword in hand, he rushed into the horde of Daedra, slaughtering them in a blind rage until every last one weren't even recognizable.
Now, with his Father and youngest Brother dead, life had taken on a different meaning to Sven. It was then that he had become a true man, any sign of his teenage years had disappeared. He was transformed completely. He tried leaving the alliance, but they begged him time and again to stay for their own sakes. They continued on their journey, closing 2 of the gates, and doing whatever else they could to ensure the survival of Tamriel.
After all the gates had been closed, Sven and Henmeer returned home. They were greeted as heroes. Henmeer basked in the glory, but Sven wanted nothing to do with it after witnessing his father and brother slaughtered. But through the darkness came light, and Sven's childhood friend, Zarina Nerloft, a Nord/Elf mix, came to his side to keep him going when it seemed pointless. Eventually, they got married and had children of their own: Thoren, Wulfbar, and Kareena.
One day, as Sven stood on his front porch overlooking the mountains, a messenger whom traveled all the way from the Imperial city came to him delivering a message. He had been summoned back to Cyrodiil. Much had happened in 6 years, and mysteries were afoot. They needed the finest warriors in all of Tamriel, so immediately they sought him out. Because the Nords were a warrior culture, his wife, Zarina, saw no wrong in this. He apologized, and kissed his children goodbye, then turned and gave his wife a long kiss and embrace. Then, gathering his things, he walked out the door, mounted his horse, and began his ride toward the land of Cyrodiil.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Nord
Guild: None
Rank: None
Weapons: Ornate Handcrafted Silver and Gold Longsword, Silver short sword, Single-handed battle Axe, 2 Silver daggers, Steel bow w/ arrows
Magicka: Heal Wounds, Frost
Armor/Clothing: Silver and Gold handcrafted round steel shield, Handcrafted silver and gold steel cuirass, gauntlets, and greaves, and helmet, chainmail, Fur greaves, fur boots, stitched green shirt, black velvet shirt, gray vest, blue velvet outfit, leather boots
Horse: A brown horse with a large white marking on its head. The horse has a braided mane, side armor, and a chest plate. The horse is tall and lean, built for speed.
Residence: Bruma
Appearance: Sven Linhart is an immense man, standing at about 6'4". He has very broad shoulders and a thick neck, a supreme physique and a very handsome face. He has scars all along his back, as well as a few on his chest and sides. Sven has long, blonde hair which he keeps half up and half down with 2 braids receding to the back ponytail. He has a tuft of a beard that sits on his chin, and bold green eyes. He carries himself very well, having a very erect, militant posture.
Personality: Sven, although he fought alongside his allies for many years, is more of a solo warrior. He does enjoy company, but does not like to put others in danger, nor be any burden to them, which he often feels he is.
After the gates to Oblivion were closed, he became very reserved as opposed to his aggression in his younger years. He now travels to enlighten himself rather than to pick fights with those who he knows have no chance.
Despite being a warrior, Sven is calm in manner. He settled in Bruma because of its similarities to his own homeland, although it does stir some homesick feelings when he things of his wife and children.
History: Sven Linhart was born to Brackvir and Veera Linhart in the province of Solitude in Skyrim. He is the second of 5 children born to them.
From birth, Sven showed an extraordinary resistance. The cold climate in Skyrim made conditions very harsh. And with war afoot, supplies were not always able to be delivered on time. Thus, infant mortality was at a high at this time. However, even in his first months of life, Sven showed no sign of slowing down. In all his years, not once had he ever fall ill nor show signs of deteriorating health.
Sven's father, Brackvir, knew there wasn't much time to lose. Seeing the strength in the boy, he knew what he had to do. At the age of 5, Sven's training began. Time and time again he was taught to "embrace the glory of death" and to accept the fact that dying in battle was a most noble death. Soon after, the weapons training began, and by 10, he was well on his way to becoming an expert with the blade, the Axe, and the hammer.
By 16 he was far beyond his years. His name had already been established amongst the kingdom for his expert boat craftsmanship and maritime skills, as well as his selfless behavior around the kingdom itself. He was merely a teenager, but had the skills and the drive of an experienced warrior, even so much as having a body count behind him.
2 years later, chaos ensued when the gates of Oblivion were opened. Sven knew his calling. Alongside his childhood friend, Henmeer Reichen, they set off to aid the periled land of Cyrodiil. Along the way, they met 3 wood-elves, Eryan, Vena, and Azmet, an Orc, Bul-Nir Val-Arc, and a fellow Nord in Bruma by the name of Falkir Brufalla. Together they formed an alliance to help save Tamriel.
However, tragedy struck soon after. The city of Kvatch had fallen to the daedra, and the news echoed throughout all the lands of Tamriel. Once Sven and his party received news of this, they immediately rushed towards Kvatch to help with the resistance that was rumored to be formed. When they reached Kvatch, they were met with blood red skys, burnt forests, and bloodshed. Daedra roamed around freely amongst the bodies of the fallen. Soon, however, they met up with a band of Kvatch soldiers and proceeded into the Oblivion gate, but it wasn't before long before the loud explosion was heard and the gate was destroyed. After narrowly escaping the planes of Oblivion, they went on into the city to help aid the others. Sven was quite surprised to find his Father, Brackvir, and his youngest brother, Nirvon, planning with the resistance in the chapel. After splitting into battalions, they marched out of the chapel and proceeded to take on the remaining Daedra. After hours of fighting, they had all grown weary. But that weariness was a downfall. The Daedra had ambushed Sven's father's battalion, killing all of them ruthlessly. It was in those moments that this battle was decided. Sven dropped to his knees in disbelief as he watched the events unfold. But he wasn't there for long.
Sven rose from his knees, took off his cuirass and gauntlets, and bare chested, only with sword in hand, he rushed into the horde of Daedra, slaughtering them in a blind rage until every last one weren't even recognizable.
Now, with his Father and youngest Brother dead, life had taken on a different meaning to Sven. It was then that he had become a true man, any sign of his teenage years had disappeared. He was transformed completely. He tried leaving the alliance, but they begged him time and again to stay for their own sakes. They continued on their journey, closing 2 of the gates, and doing whatever else they could to ensure the survival of Tamriel.
After all the gates had been closed, Sven and Henmeer returned home. They were greeted as heroes. Henmeer basked in the glory, but Sven wanted nothing to do with it after witnessing his father and brother slaughtered. But through the darkness came light, and Sven's childhood friend, Zarina Nerloft, a Nord/Elf mix, came to his side to keep him going when it seemed pointless. Eventually, they got married and had children of their own: Thoren, Wulfbar, and Kareena.
One day, as Sven stood on his front porch overlooking the mountains, a messenger whom traveled all the way from the Imperial city came to him delivering a message. He had been summoned back to Cyrodiil. Much had happened in 6 years, and mysteries were afoot. They needed the finest warriors in all of Tamriel, so immediately they sought him out. Because the Nords were a warrior culture, his wife, Zarina, saw no wrong in this. He apologized, and kissed his children goodbye, then turned and gave his wife a long kiss and embrace. Then, gathering his things, he walked out the door, mounted his horse, and began his ride toward the land of Cyrodiil.