name: Drefain Dovahfeyn
Race: Nord
Class:Warrior
Armor: Full Nordic Steel with one arm guard made of leather and steel it works as both a gauntlet, shield/buckler, and weapon.
Weapons: Steel Battle Axe, steel war axe , steel dagger
Spells: PFT! Spells... how about shouts? Drefain is currently studying Dah, and has already mastered Fus and Ro.
Personality:A Hard working man from a hard land, having a distaste for most elves and those who can't hold their own in battle he is rather cold and distant. After a few bottles of Nord Mead though he is an agreeable fellow who loves to jest be loud and laugh. With a smart mouth that normally (usually) gets him into more trouble that is needed.
Defining traits: Having a scars on his back clearly from torture, several burn scars that have discolored his skin on his sides and back. Wearing his clan's signage in a tattoo around his left eye.
Bio: Born and Raised in Skyrim, Drefain Dovahfeyn's family has been in the Blades for generations since the Dragons returned to Nirn. His father a particularly skilled Black smith for the Blade's and his mother a respected agent of the organization. growing into a promising youth he learned how to smith and fight from his parents while learning some of the lore about dragons the dragon born and how dragons must be destroyed. One day he was out getting things from a hold's market for his father's smithy when he was assaulted by agents of the Aldmeri Dominion. The encounter nearly had him lose his life. He was taken a prisoner for a time where he was tortured for information. This lasted for several months till he was rescued by an unlikely source, a dragon had found the out post that the Thalmor were using and attacked. In the confusion Drefain slipped away but never forgetting the power the dragons had.. the Thu'um. He ran back to his home to see his family but it was raized to the ground.. the remains of the the Smith were blackened only a skeleton was there burnt.The sigt was enough for him to go out on his own. Not trusting to hardly anyone now and looking for away to have his vengence he found a small bandit group who called themselves Sabers who's headquarters was located in Bleak Falls Barrow.
After several acts of violence the nord realized he was only hurting himself.. He left the band of bandits never looking back.
To try and clense his soul or find more of a spiritual enlightenment he made a pilgrimage to High Hrothgar seeking the knowlege and the way of the voice... How ever he was still a younger man with a thurst of adventure and The Grey Beards would not permit him to stay longer than a few months out of fear he would miss use the Thu'um that he had already and rather quickly masted some shouts..
User : Feyiro
