Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-24141785-20150608151129

Name: Brynjar Wraith-blood

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Nord

Class: Assassin.

Appearence: link

Attire: Rogue Armour and an amulet of mara.

Weapons: a sword nicknamed Deciever

Spells (8 max) Close wounds.

Bio/Backstory: Born to a couple of assassins, Brnyjar grew up in the Anvil Dark brotherhood headquaters. At a young age he was trained to kill, and mastered the arts of stealth. His father passed away at a young age, leaving him ancient thieves armour. His mother fled with Brynjar towards the Imperial City, where they settled down. His mother soon fell sick and, knowing she could not raise a child in this condition, left him with the thieves guild.

The guild taught him many skills, ranging from lockpicking to repairing broken equipment, but he never forget his skill in assassination; regularly trying to practise. This continued for many years and Brynjar went on many jobs until he eventually met with a dunmeri telvani wizard whom he was targetted to steal from.

Instead, though, he made friends with the dunmer and over time a relationship formed. He fled Skingrad and moved to Blacklight with her, hoping to settle down. Things wouldn't settle down, though, as the thieves guild wern't willing to let one of their members tell on them. It took many years for them but eventually they made an alliance with the dark brotherhood, preforming the black sacrament.

The Dark brotherhood travelled to Blacklight, seeking out Brynjar. After many days they eventually found them and attacked them. He barely managed to survive and dragged himself towards the wizard, who lay dead in his hands.

Depressed by her departure, he fled to Leyawiin, where he became a rogue. For many months he has been travelling throughout tamriel, seeking peace. He heard of the party that was happening in Cheydinhal and decided to go. He is now inside and talking to guests.

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Brynjar walked through the doors, taking a deep breath. He was not usually fond of crowds, prefering to talk to one or two people. He noticed a conversation going on between a nord woman, a khajiit and an altmer, and decided that he didn't want to spend the entire night on his own. Sighing, he walked over, attempting to act casual.