Post by AXEL THE WOLF . on Sept 24, 2012 13:55:22 GMT -8
AXEL THE WOLF .
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WEAPONS & ARMOR .
Not really being one that is light on my feet, I stick with a heavy armor. I usually just throw on whatever I seem to pick up but lately I've been using a full steel set that I picked up during a raid of a ship. The guy went down easy enough; a simple dagger through the eye did the trick. Which brings me to my weapons, I usually use maces or swords, anything one handed that also give me the ability to use a shield. However, once again, I'm not too worried about what I use as long as it has the capability tp kill. I've found myself using a pick axe every once in a while, to explain to you just how versitile I can be. The one thing I can't use (and whille never use) is a bow and arrow. Peronsally. I think no one but cowards use them; what's the point of killing if you can't see your victims face before they die?
WHAT I'VE LEARNED .
My skills aren't set to just one technique. I have learned to sneak with heavy armor and have mastered the skill of blocking and using my shield both as defense and as a deadly weapon. Because of my size, I am usually the one in the gorup to take down multiple people at once, so the shield is excelent for knocking people down if I decide to charge. I also am decent with weilding two one handed weapons at once; though I don't do that stupid dance thing that the forsworn seem to do. My technique is more a hack and slash rather than a spin and twirl. My way is much more effective.
WHEN IT ALL BEGAN .
I don't remember much or Orsinium except for the fact that there was much more of my kind and that the living conditions weren't exactly ideal. Well, compared to Skyrim, at least. I was only four years old when my parent decided to make the move from my home land to Skyrim. Not having a whole lot of money, we were homeless for the good part of two years before my parents found out about the strongholds that were scattered about the province. It wasn't long before Chief Larak, of the stronghold Mor Khazgur, took us in and made us part of the family. It brought my small family safety and security from the outside prejudice of Skyrim; we were home, even though I would soon realize it was nothing but a cage.
When my family had moved in, Larak's youngest daughter was not but two and he had decided that when both she and I were of age, we were to be married. It was just tradition in the Orsimer culture; most married young and their spouses were chosen by their Chief, not by themselves. However, as we both got older, Larak decided that she would be married to a man of a different tribel to make sure that all of the strongholds stood together in harmony. Plus, her marriage would mean gold and goods for the stronghold. I couldn't deny I was somewhat relieved; even at the young age of sixteen I knew I wouldn't live in the stronghold forever. My father, on the otherhand, thought otherwise. He wanted me to marry a warrior and a woman of Orc blood, just as all his fathers did before him. I usually would just nod my head to make him shut the fuck up.
It was then that the stronghold was attacked and raided by bandits, the people I would soon call my family. I fought for the stronghold as much as I could, but I was still fairly young and not as skilledi n combat as I am now. Even through that, the leader of the bandit crew had seen promise in me; he threw a bag over my head, tieed me up and threw me onto the back of his horse. I never saw my family again. I don't even know if they are still alive or not, though I do know that Larak still is Chief of Mor Khazgur.
Ever since I was taken by the bandits, they made me swear loyalty to them and their leader and told me that I was to become a part of the 'Black Hooded Marauders'. They beat me and tortured me until I made it clear that I was one of them; and it did, it became so clear. I became one of them and I grew to love it more and more each day. As I grew older, I grew bigger, much bigger than most of the other bandits that worked along side me and my wise and ruthless leader could see that. Whenever we would fight each other, I would be the victor just simply from my sheer size and inability to give up. I never back down from a fight; that's the reason why I have scars all over my face and body. I don't look disfigured by any means, but I do have three giant claw marks on the side of my face from when I raided a caravan of Khajiit. Bitch didn't go down without a fight, to say the least.
Anyways, because of those features, the boss made me his right hand man; I now do all of the torturing and I lead almost all of the raids whenever the boss can't get around to it. People call me 'The Wolf' because of the fact that I'm ruthless and seem to be able to smell out a rat from a mile away. Plus, hardly anyone in the crew ever fucks with me anymore and when people see me walking up to do business, they get the fuck out of the way.
Not really being one that is light on my feet, I stick with a heavy armor. I usually just throw on whatever I seem to pick up but lately I've been using a full steel set that I picked up during a raid of a ship. The guy went down easy enough; a simple dagger through the eye did the trick. Which brings me to my weapons, I usually use maces or swords, anything one handed that also give me the ability to use a shield. However, once again, I'm not too worried about what I use as long as it has the capability tp kill. I've found myself using a pick axe every once in a while, to explain to you just how versitile I can be. The one thing I can't use (and whille never use) is a bow and arrow. Peronsally. I think no one but cowards use them; what's the point of killing if you can't see your victims face before they die?
WHAT I'VE LEARNED .
My skills aren't set to just one technique. I have learned to sneak with heavy armor and have mastered the skill of blocking and using my shield both as defense and as a deadly weapon. Because of my size, I am usually the one in the gorup to take down multiple people at once, so the shield is excelent for knocking people down if I decide to charge. I also am decent with weilding two one handed weapons at once; though I don't do that stupid dance thing that the forsworn seem to do. My technique is more a hack and slash rather than a spin and twirl. My way is much more effective.
WHEN IT ALL BEGAN .
I don't remember much or Orsinium except for the fact that there was much more of my kind and that the living conditions weren't exactly ideal. Well, compared to Skyrim, at least. I was only four years old when my parent decided to make the move from my home land to Skyrim. Not having a whole lot of money, we were homeless for the good part of two years before my parents found out about the strongholds that were scattered about the province. It wasn't long before Chief Larak, of the stronghold Mor Khazgur, took us in and made us part of the family. It brought my small family safety and security from the outside prejudice of Skyrim; we were home, even though I would soon realize it was nothing but a cage.
When my family had moved in, Larak's youngest daughter was not but two and he had decided that when both she and I were of age, we were to be married. It was just tradition in the Orsimer culture; most married young and their spouses were chosen by their Chief, not by themselves. However, as we both got older, Larak decided that she would be married to a man of a different tribel to make sure that all of the strongholds stood together in harmony. Plus, her marriage would mean gold and goods for the stronghold. I couldn't deny I was somewhat relieved; even at the young age of sixteen I knew I wouldn't live in the stronghold forever. My father, on the otherhand, thought otherwise. He wanted me to marry a warrior and a woman of Orc blood, just as all his fathers did before him. I usually would just nod my head to make him shut the fuck up.
It was then that the stronghold was attacked and raided by bandits, the people I would soon call my family. I fought for the stronghold as much as I could, but I was still fairly young and not as skilledi n combat as I am now. Even through that, the leader of the bandit crew had seen promise in me; he threw a bag over my head, tieed me up and threw me onto the back of his horse. I never saw my family again. I don't even know if they are still alive or not, though I do know that Larak still is Chief of Mor Khazgur.
Ever since I was taken by the bandits, they made me swear loyalty to them and their leader and told me that I was to become a part of the 'Black Hooded Marauders'. They beat me and tortured me until I made it clear that I was one of them; and it did, it became so clear. I became one of them and I grew to love it more and more each day. As I grew older, I grew bigger, much bigger than most of the other bandits that worked along side me and my wise and ruthless leader could see that. Whenever we would fight each other, I would be the victor just simply from my sheer size and inability to give up. I never back down from a fight; that's the reason why I have scars all over my face and body. I don't look disfigured by any means, but I do have three giant claw marks on the side of my face from when I raided a caravan of Khajiit. Bitch didn't go down without a fight, to say the least.
Anyways, because of those features, the boss made me his right hand man; I now do all of the torturing and I lead almost all of the raids whenever the boss can't get around to it. People call me 'The Wolf' because of the fact that I'm ruthless and seem to be able to smell out a rat from a mile away. Plus, hardly anyone in the crew ever fucks with me anymore and when people see me walking up to do business, they get the fuck out of the way.
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