thehopoman

Username: thehopoman Character name: Alwin Oakenbow Gender: Male Race: Bosmer Age: 48 Appearance: Short, small framed one-eyed Bosmer, a lot of facial hair and an upward gray pony tail, although old, he is very fit and tough Personality: Serious, intelligent, with poor social skills, alcoholic, he's traumatized by the great war and hates everything that has to do with the empire or the dominion and he's afraid to swim. History:Alwin came to skyrim by boat looking for peace and quite, he tought the mointains would let him live in seclusion and away from contact with other people, his age and experience have made him an old wise warrior who's running away from his past and drinking himself to death. With only 18 he joined the army of the aldmery dominion, used his skill with the bow to kill hundreds of enemies, as a scout/ranger he stayed behind enemy lines for months gathering info and surviving out of the land, killing silently with his bow and his blades; because sometimes he was ambushed by small parties he developed close quarters combat techniques that were amazingly useful in the forests and jungle environment...he dual wields elven ebony knives handcrafted by his great grandfather and passed down from generation to generation..The same goes for his oak recurved bow, hence his family name Oakenbow, this bow named deathdealer, has an infinite amount of kills and you can see it by the notches al over its wood Now a day, he drowns his sorrows in any type of alcohol he can get his hands on...drinking by night, hunting by day, he makes his living as a hopless wanderer selling pelts to traveling merchants and fro time to time going into cities for some suplies. Alwin doesn't look like an imposing being, a one eyed old bosmer could look like an easy prey for bandits, which again have fallen by the bow and blades, trying to take advantage of Alwin, because...although old, he still has the accuracy of a modern day sniper rifle and the hand speed of a lazer gun. Alwin spends his days so trying to forget the horrible things he went through as a young elf...One in particular, the face of his first kill...a young imperial boy who was trying to be a hero...closed in on Alwin, with hatred in his eyes...swiftly Alwin avoided the strike and slit the young warriors throat with one of his blades...until this day he can taste the blood of that unfortunate soul...and drinks to take the taste away Faction: Neutral. Other: He usually avoids conflict, but doesn't hesitate to take a life if he feels threatened.

Username: thehopoman Character name: Alwin Oakenbow Gender: Male Race: Bosmer Age: 48 Appearance: Short, small framed one-eyed Bosmer, a lot of facial hair and an upward gray pony tail, although old, he is very fit and tough Personality: Serious, intelligent, with poor social skills, alcoholic, he's traumatized by the great war and hates everything that has to do with the empire or the dominion and he's afraid to swim. History:Alwin came to skyrim by boat looking for peace and quite, he tought the mointains would let him live in seclusion and away from contact with other people, his age and experience have made him an old wise warrior who's running away from his past and drinking himself to death. With only 18 he joined the army of the aldmery dominion, used his skill with the bow to kill hundreds of enemies, as a scout/ranger he stayed behind enemy lines for months gathering info and surviving out of the land, killing silently with his bow and his blades; because sometimes he was ambushed by small parties he developed close quarters combat techniques that were amazingly useful in the forests and jungle environment...he dual wields elven ebony knives handcrafted by his great grandfather and passed down from generation to generation..The same goes for his oak recurved bow, hence his family name Oakenbow, this bow named deathdealer, has an infinite amount of kills and you can see it by the notches al over its wood Now a day, he drowns his sorrows in any type of alcohol he can get his hands on...drinking by night, hunting by day, he makes his living as a hopless wanderer selling pelts to traveling merchants and fro time to time going into cities for some suplies. Alwin doesn't look like an imposing being, a one eyed old bosmer could look like an easy prey for bandits, which again have fallen by the bow and blades, trying to take advantage of Alwin, because...although old, he still has the accuracy of a modern day sniper rifle and the hand speed of a lazer gun. Alwin spends his days so trying to forget the horrible things he went through as a young elf...One in particular, the face of his first kill...a young imperial boy who was trying to be a hero...closed in on Alwin, with hatred in his eyes...swiftly Alwin avoided the strike and slit the young warriors throat with one of his blades...until this day he can taste the blood of that unfortunate soul...and drinks to take the taste away Faction: Neutral. Other: He usually avoids conflict, but doesn't hesitate to take a life if he feels threatened.

My character is a boomer named Alwin Oakenbow, he came to skyrim by boat after roaming all over tamriel, he's an old wise warrior who's running away from his past...With only 18 he joined the army of the aldmery dominion, used his skill with the bow to kill hundreds of enemies...he dual wields elven ebony knives handcrafted by his great grandfather and passed down from generation to generation..The same goes for his oak recurved bow, hence his family name Oaken bow. Now, he drowns his sorrows in any type of alcohol y can get his hands on...drinking by night, hunting by day, he makes his living as a hopless wanderer selling pelts and living of the animals he kills. Alwin doesn't look like an imposing being, a one eyed old bosmer could look like an easy prey for bandits, which again have fallen bu the bow and baldes, trying to take advantage of Alwin, because...Although old he still has the accuracy of a modern day sniper rifle and the hand speed of a lazer gun... Al win spends his days so trying to forget the horrible things he went through as a young elf...One in particular, the face of his first kill...a young imperial boy who was trying to be a hero...closed in on Alwin, with hatred in his eyes...swiftly Alwin avoided the strike and slit the young warriors throat with one of his blades...until this day he can taste the blood of that unfortunate soul...and drinks to take the taste away Skills: Archery dual wielding survival in the wild Wisdom Combat experience Weakness: can't swim Nightmares:can't sleep good Drinking problem Lack of social skills