Skyrim OC's

Feral

• Basic Info

  • Name: Skyrim OC's
  • Gender: Unknown
  • Played by: CoronelCoscacho
  • Nicknames: The Savage Brat
  • Race: Human (Breton)
  • Class: Archer
  • Deity: Hircine
  • Age: 14
  • Size: Small
  • Body Type: Endomorph
  • Height: Short (arround 5")
  • Weight: Average to underweight
  • Complexion: Tan
  • Hair: Brown and messy, surprisingly, soft to the touch
  • Eyes: Hazel
  • Handedness: Left-Handed
  • Scars: .
  • Mannerisms: Tosque and brutish. He resembles more of some kind of wild animal than an actual human.

• Personality

  Stubborn and aggressive, the name Feral suits the boy perfectly. Having been raised by the forsworn and then facing the death of his whole branch, the kid has developed a fierce , nasty character:He sees other people as potential threaths and, unless they show to be harmless or earn his thrust, wont hesitate to attack first if he feels threatened. His stubbornness and bravery are a double edged sword, as it becomes hard to take him down or disgcourage him, but gives him a hard time knowing when to quit, for his sake and other's.
  Despite his aggresivity and distrust, Feral is far much more of an emotional person than he would ever want to admit. Not as in being a sensitive person, but more in the lines of that when he feels an emotion, he doest it intensely, be it rage, sorrow, joy...Even when he won't admit it (After all, a good soldier has no ties that drag him away from his mission), he worries of those he's close to, going to extremes as to dedicate his life to avenge his branch. Yet oddly enough, he doesn't applies this care for others as something he should be shown: In his eyes, those who provide help are strong and those who ask for help are weaker. Thus, he sees recieving help from others ans a weakness that he should rather not expose himself to, not if he wants to become strong enough to avenge his branch.

• Background

  Found as a toddler within the wrekage of a Imperial trading caravan by a group of forsworn scavengers, his name and birthplace are unknown. Was it not for the pity of one of the party members, a wisened woman called Anya, the chidl's fate would've been the same as the caravan's members.
  
  The toddler was initially nicknamed Feral due his agressiveness. Yet the joke stuck, and in lack of a proper name, it became the child's name. Olga was a loving (albeit a bit rough) guardian for the boy, teaching him about the forsworn ways, the worship of the old gods, and the “evil nature of nords”. The reluctance of the branch members slowly dissipated as the boy grew and proved himself useful at hunting, as well as a good bait for ambushes.
  
  The child lived happily among the reach’s men. Despite the horrific nature of their rites and anger-driven motivations, he had a place to call home, and people he could call family. But all of that changed one day, when a group mercenaries went to the camp on hire to get rid of them. They burnt the whole place to the ground, and killed everyone that the flames didn't claim first. The last time Feral saw his guardian was when she told her to run to the woods, her body traped under the burning scraps of a watchtower.
  
  Afraid, alone, and scarred, the child found himself as Olga had found him on the caravan's debris. He didn’t truly understood the whole situation, but as far as he knew, a bunch of Nords had just murdered everyone he knew and burnt everything he had. He grew a special anger against them, greater than the one the forsworn could ever taught him. He sworn to himsefl to claim vengance and kill every Nord on the Reach by himself, and to this day, he still holds to that hateful, yet somewhat naive ambition.

• Gallery

  Refferences (Old pic, will update someday)