Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-2165692-20180223214950/@comment-27025277-20180224020509

Name: Darrien Silas

Appearance: [ https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/powerlisting/images/c/c9/52qc5.gif/revision/latest?cb=20170104005133 Darrien]

Species: Breton/[ http://tes-sandbox.wikia.com/wiki/Versipellis_Sanguivoria_(General_Use) Vaewolf]

Sex: Male

Age: 432

Faction: None

Skills: Master Agility, Expert Two-Handed, Expert Speech, Adept Light Armor, Adept Sneak, Adept Restoration

Spells: Fast Heals, See Vaewolf link

Unique Powers: See Vaewolf Link

Power Weakness: Vaewolf Link

Physical Weakness: See Vaewolf

Mental Weakness: Hates to kill innocents

Unique Item: Ebony Ring of Undying Valor - can not be effected by fear, calm, or any other demoralizing spell

Bio: Darrien was born to a werewolf mother who had been raped by a Noxiphilic Vampire as punishment to his tribe's negligence to bring offerings to his coven. In months to come during his time of prenatal existence, his tribe gained freedom from this coven. Fatherless upon birth, Darrien was sold to a farmer for food and supplies to travel away from the area.

Darrien grew up under the love and care of his daddy the farmer and learned to fight to protect the farm against any and all threats. It was obvious that he had an excellent heart as he never killed even the bandits but had them arrested. He asked many times to his dad questions of his origins and finally one night he was set to get his answers when a Dark Brotherhood assassin came for Darrien. Darrien somehow detected the threat and tried to use his skills to detain but had no choice but to finally land a killing blow...

This was the moment that changed everything... Darrien shifted into the Vaewolf and in a fit of rage killed his dad. Somehow this finality triggered him to return to himself. He wept for three days holding the only person who he had ever truly known and loved. He fell into a rage against the Dark Brotherhood and found this assailants Coven where none were left to speak of the bloodbath. It was then he set out to find any knowledge there was to find of who he is... This journey has led him here battered and solemn from his unaging centuries of empty hands and cursed breath...

"The Aedra scorn me, Hircine fears the abomination I am, Molag laughs at my anguish, and there's no place for me to lay my head in peace... Come tell me your woes and I shall tell you of their pettiness with four centuries of what it means to be cursed..." - Darrien to Kodlak Whitemane.