Name: Sorren Race: Nord Age: 30-ish Looks: Tall, heavily built, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, scars, a giant grin with several missing teeth, scruffy beard, and a honest but strong face. Skills: 1 handed dual weapons, light armor (subject to change), very little magic Personality: Once a serious, honorable family man. Now he lives life to the fullest. Tomorrow you could be a steaming pile of dragon poo. The 3rd son to a blacksmith, Sorren leaves home to seek his own life out of his brother's shadow. With the family business going to his eldest brother, and the second born as his apprentice, this leaves Sorren without a reason to stay in Skyrim. At the age of seventeen he leaves the small Forge and joins the Imperial Legion. Serving for nearly 13 years, Sorren makes a name for himself among his fellow soldiers. He is known for being strong, quick, intelligent, and dependable. Most of his time with the legion is spent in Bruma and the surrounding mountains. With over a decade of fighting and military training to draw upon, the tall and broad shouldered Nord gains a reputation for being a fierce and effecient fighter. While patrolling near the Skyrim border, Sorren and several other soldiers come upon a burnt out farm. The old man who lived there is near death and tells the skeptical soldiers of dragons. When they find the ripped apart livestock and the tracks of the creatures in the snow, the men begin to believe. Investigating nearby homes and villages, they hear more and more stories of the flying beasts everyone thought extinct. While questioning villagers, a man on a faltering horse rides into town and tells them of Dragons killing livestock and the owners, before burning down a forge and killing most of the family that lived there. By the man's description, Sorren fears it is his family and childhood home that has been attacked. When he asks for permission of several weeks of leave from his superiors, they deny it. After waiting several days and trying all the correct channels to gain permission to check on his family, Sorren decides to go without it. Successfully getting away from the legion, he heads with speed for his family home. Upon arriving, Sorren finds the smithy has been burnt and that his father, mother, and the middle brother have all died. The attack left his eldest brother with a missing arm and mad in the head. While trying to find a way to make sure his last family member will be cared for, the legion catch up with him and arrest Sorren for desertion.... This is the quick and to the point version. I plan on joining the Stormcloaks with Sorren. I want to RP him as a man with nothing left to lose and no fear of death. But, I don't want him to be the brooding and serious type either. Sorren has a positive but wreckless view of the world and life in general after becoming free and missing his date with the executioner. He loves women, not caring if they are tall, skinny, short, fat, ugly or pretty. With a love of strong mead and a nearly crazy love for punishment, Sorren stays in trouble and never backs out of a fight.