Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150202115256/@comment-29461586-20150203063800

Helgen was still heavily guarded, but the path that leads outside the cave complex remains open and unguarded.

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"...It seems you have friends. This is good." The man replied.

"May I ask who are you, exactly?" Erys asked.

"...My peers call me Fenrir. I've been stuck with the name for years since." The man replied.

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Name: Fenrir

Race: Breton/Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (Chronologically), 20 Biologically

Appearance: This for now.

Skills(One Master, Two Expert, Three Adept): Alteration(M), Restoration & One-Handed(E), Sneak, Speechcraft, and Acrobatics(A)

Spells(Up to 4 + 1 custom spell): Telekinesis, Healing, Electrokinesis, Bound Weapon, Transversals (Like Lvl 2 Blink. Uses 20% Max Magicka)

Powers(Racial + 1 more max): Dragonskin + Adaptation (Passive Waterbreathing)

Resistances(Racial + 1 more max): 25% Magic Res. + Speechcraft

Weaknesses(mandatory, not optional): Easily provokable when offended, usually merciless, cold-hearted and highly distrustful of strangers.

Mental Weakness(highly mandatory): Depression and 'dry rage'.

Faction: The Foxhounds

Bio/Background: Little is known of this man aside his cold, professional attitude. He is kind to those he sees as friends, but is incredibly wrathful to those who offend or oppose him.

More will be revealed later on.