Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-24530992-20150127225427

Name: Aeron Travere

Race: Breton

Gender: Male

Age: Looks to be about 21.

Appearance

Skills: Master: Speech | Expert: Sneak, One handed | Adept: Illusion, Archery, Medium armor

Spells: Muffle, clairvoyance, frenzy, calm, fear

Powers: Dragonskin, Ability to teleport within short ranges, but it drains his magicka.

Resistances: 25% to magic

Weaknesses: Silver objects, fire, most restoration spells

Mental Weakness: Suspectible to lies, holds grudges, is prone to distractions.

Faction: None, as of now.

Bio/Background: Aeron was born in the region of Rivenspire, inside of a small, isolated house in the forests. He was cared for by his aunt and uncle, the former being a poet, and the latter a rogue. They trained him in both of their arts, teaching him to hold a silver tongue, as well as a fair sneak and swordsman.

Then came a storm. Aeron was alone in the house, his aunt and uncle gone for the evening. Lightning struck the home, setting the structure ablaze. He had made it out, but the large amount of smoke inhalation had ended him. Necromancers who had been chased out after their practices being revealed had found him, his body still intact. They had planned to resurrect him as a thrall, but instead, gave him a mind of his own, allowing for him to control everything.

The necromancers had tried to kill him, but Aeron was much stronger. But with his life and body back, he had no memory of his past. He set off, in search of answers, and possibly a new life.