Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-25666550-20150122220601

Nation: Whiterun Location: Skyrim Flag: None Ruler: Erak the Greater Type of Rule: Monarchy Dominant Religion: Nordic Pantheon Dominant Race: Nord Resources: Steel, Salmon Special Unit: Men in banded iron armor with two steel war axes. ________________________________________________________________________________

Name: Stimar Race: Nord Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Short brown hair, no beard, tall, blue eyes, scar Equipment: Nordic carved armor, Skyforge Steel Sword, crossbow Skills: Master at two handed, Expert at heavy armor and sneaking, Adept at archery, blocking and intimidation.

Traits: Ranger-like, intimidating, incorruptible, fearless, man-of-sorrows, grim, suspicious, unpredictable.

Bio: Born somewhere in a cabin near Whiterun, Stimar was with his parents until he was 18, when they where attacked and they were all killed by necromancers. Stimar awoke to find two ash piles beside him. He knew it was is parents. They are doing experiments on us! he thought. "What in Oblivion are you doing said an Altmer to a Breton "Do you know what you've done?!" Stimar cut them down immediately. A mage walked over to him who looked like another victim. "Am I dead?" Stimar asked. "You are banished from death..." the mage replied "You saved my life". "What does 'Banished from death' mean?" Stimar asked. "You aren't living or dead, you cannot die. If someone best you you'll disappear and comeback here, he spoke in the tongue of ancient Mer to give you this curse which cannot be broken... I'm very sorry. Head to Whiterun and they may let you stay in the bannered mare for a while, again, thank you. So on