CHARACTER ORDER FORMNAME: Braewin Alundri
GENDER: Male
ART TYPE: Anything VariN wants (scrib?)
Race: Bosmer
Birthsign: The Warrior
Major Skills: Blade, Destruction, Acrobatics, Heavy Armour, Athletics, Stealth, Security
Major Attributes: Endurance, Luck
Specialization: Combat
Personality / History: Ever since he was young, Braewin has been curious about the world, its many mysterious ways and lore appealing to his intellectual side, while the danger of death piquing his adventurous appetite.
Mentally unable to last long in the traditional Bosmer ways, he left his home for the city of Kvatch on his 13th birthday, his Bosmer name soon to follow. There he lead a peaceful yet rugged sort of life, many times choosing to leave the comfortable home he'd made for himself to adventure caves and ruins that kept his body at its physical peak. It made quite a goodly little income and allowed him to continue his research of the many books he'd find inside the old ruins.
Of course no one else knew how many secrets he'd find buried there. Or would, but that won't come for another paragraph or two.
Outside that interest, he was a very quiet individual, preferring the comfort of books to the pressure of forming his own words at taverns or inns. Of course, like most good adventurers, he wasn't quiet or boring when he spoke to people, but ... he did always see himself as different as the rest, if for no other reason than his own upbringing. It wasn't as though a Bosmer was generally accepted in society anyway, was it?
He didn't think so, but these people were kind enough to him anyway. They treated him like one of their own, even if he was different. He belonged somewhere, he was finally beginning to think ... so of course that "somewhere" was about to be pulled out from underneath him. That's how it always goes, isn't it?
As hard as he fought for the small city, one by one people around the Bosmer were cut down, slain by beings he'd never seen before, their alien cries ringing in his ears as much as the cries of the dying. Even the Imperial guards didn't stand a chance ...
With no other choice, Braewin fled toward freedom from the city. From the books he'd horded with the ancient civilization's secrets only he knew. From the people that treated him so kindly, now dead. From the inns and taverns and weapon store; the blacksmith that actually knew his name. From everything. He fled from his former life as the city died, going up in flames behind him as his shapely silhouette ran for the hills.
But what else could he do?
Until he came across Loamhill, he wouldn't be sure he would have the answer for that.
Starting Inventory: I rolled the meaning of life! 42 GP
Iron Dagger: 6GP (+5 Weapon)
Iron Dagger: 6GP (+5 Weapon)
Belted Pants: 20GP (+2 Armour)
Belted Shoes: 10GP (+1 Armour)
Leftover: 0GP
END CHARACTER ORDER FORM. 
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