Name: Faric Phirienelle Gender: Male. Race: Breton. Age: - TopicsExpress

Name: Faric Phirienelle Gender: Male. Race: Breton. Age: 29 Political Affiliations: None. Guild Affiliations: None at the moment. Area of Expertise(Preferred skills and talents): One-Handed(a very talented duelist), Destruction(most of his family is wizards of some sort, also has a preference for ice magic), Light Armor, (Adept)Restoration, (Adept)Alteration. Profession: Hunter, Mercenary, and Bodyguard for those who pay. Will also give the occasional lesson on magic if someone asks. Recently has taken up treasure hunting and creature slaying to escape the dullness of his life. Spell Repertoire: Alteration: Ironflesh, Magelight, Detect Life. Destruction: Ice Storm, Frost Cloak, Frostbite. Restoration: Fast Healing and Repel Undead. Enchanted gear/clothes/armor: Nothing more than a simple ice enchanted elven sword to compliment his armor. Weaknesses: He has a few to exploit. Faric thinks of battle as a ceremony, something to be honored and held in high esteem. If you fight dirty, youll catch him off guard. Hes also very nervous around women, which is certainly exploitable. He is very kind and generous as well, which could also be seen as a weakness. He is by no means flawless. Backstory/History: Faric was born in Wayrest, High Rock to a pair of street dwelling, skooma swilling deadbeats who as soon as he could walk and talk, left him behind for their addictions. He wandered through the large city and looked for his parents everyday for three years, just barely scraping by; eating scraps, begging for money, and asking if anyone has seen his parents. When he was seven, during a very harsh and violent winter, he was stuck outside with no food, fire, or shelter. He nearly died until a kind old Breton took him in. Within weeks, the child regained his strength and quickly took to the old man. When he entered his twelfth year, the old man had been sharpening his mind through meditation and education. Faric blossomed into an articulate and well-learned young man with a desire to create a life for himself. When he turned sixteen, his adopted father succumbed to old age and passed away peacefully in his sleep. Faric, stricken by grief and loss once again, slipped out of Wayrest in the middle of the night and bought a carriage towards Skyrim. A place far away from his pain. He set out on a new life as a sword for hire. He did push himself to become the best person he could be, a feat which he thinks he has accomplished. He lives alone in a cave, in Northeastern Skyrim, slightly south of Winterhold, preferring the solitude for his meditation and spellcraft regiment. Personality: Farics personality is dominated by his calm and quiet demeanor. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, and his words are never obnoxious and ill-spoken. He is very kind, courteous, and most of all compassionate. He enjoys a challenge, and tends to complete them with the utmost grace and passion. He helps the homeless, donates to the temples and prays to Julianos as he was taught as a child, even having a little shrine in his tiny cave. His morals are strong though, and he will resort to violence to get his point across. He holds a great disdain for Necromancy and the foul beings that practice the dark art. Animal Companion: A snow fox named Vrengyr, who Faric rescued from the cold as a pup. He nursed the little one back to health and it has never left his side since. Living a life alone in the mountains gets lonely, and his little companion is more than enough to make him smile on occasion. The fox is the closest thing Faric has to family or friends. Just let me know if I screwed up anywhere. This is actually from a fanfic of mine, just slightly edited. :D