Post by BlackRose on Jun 15, 2009 13:39:41 GMT -5
Name: Canderous Magnus
Age: 32
Race: Imperial with some Nord/Breton mixed in there somewhere.
Birth Sign: The thief
Hair: warm brown
Eyes: golden brown
Guild/Faction: Part of: Fighter’s guild Rank: Guardian, and content with that.
Ex- imperial legion: is pleased he is no longer a member.
Appearance: standing at full height at 5'11'' rather gruff looking and sometimes intimidating looking man, with scars littering his body. He has short loose hanging hair, and a constant five o’clock, Shadow. He has a scar traveling over his right eye and a scar going diagonal on his lower lip to the right side. He is strongly built and almost all hard muscle. He has numerous scars littering his body; one that is almost always see able is one on his neck when he survived and assassination attempt. And has numerous sword and arrow scars littering his body. His nose looks like it has been broken once or twice. he has a tattoo of the dragon of the Empire on his back holding a sword.
Clothes: if he is not in his full battle gear of a full set of Ebony armor (which he spent a pretty penny on) he is wearing a loose short sleeved shirt, his greaves and a pair of boots.
Animal companion: a small white dog, (Maltese) named Faustus. Is as rather playful and intelligent little dog. Incredibly fierce and protective, he tends to walk around thinking he weighs 80 lbs more than its said 7 lbs. He keeps his dog's hair at a short medium length and out of his face. ((ooc: I know I have one of those buggers, he is a cute little brat too. he thinks he is a guard dog…:sweatdrop: ))
Personality: he can come across looking crass but is rather friendly, though he has no appreciation for idiots… and will tell them so. He is rather blunt to say the least, and has been told to get the hang of something called tact.
Likes: his dog, anyone who isn’t and idiot or a fool
Dislikes: idiots, fools, undead things “the dead should stay dead” is what he says. potatoes
Favorite Food: he enjoys venison and most other foods though he prefers venison. And anything he can share with Faustus.
Favorite Drink: anything
Weapon: His Ebony Claymore, and enchanted ebony longsword, and his ebony bow and arrow set
Powers: uses none.
Friends: his dog and no one else just yet.
Girl/Boy Friend: ex-wife refuses to talk about the wench. He will say it in those terms
Family: none his parents are dead. And no children
Lives: out of inns, left his house to his ex.
History/More Info:
he was born in Cyrodiil, his family is from Skingrad. He likes count Hassildor even though he knows there is something ‘fishy’ about him. He became a member of the imperial legion at a young age, and has been posted to some of the strangest places. He retired from the legion at a young age, saying they were a bunch of self righteous idiots.
At this time his wife d.ecided to cause… problems. Leaves her arse and takes they’re dog. He still thinks the dog is the best thing his ex ever did.
He joins the fighter’s guild for a steady flow of income, and his dog helps him even though he is suppose to be a house dog.
He has been saving money to purchase his dog some kind of armor.
more will come later…
Image/Picture:
first one: him without his shirt ... i need more muscle practice with arms...
second is him and a close up of the dog, also height difference..and very badly drawn greaves...shame on me.
third is him all Evening Starked out in armor and weapons,
i coped out on the detail in the ebony armor..my hand was starting to hurt...stupid ebony armor... so much detail makes it pretty...
and a small picture at what kind of dog faustus is, i can't do it justice.
Age: 32
Race: Imperial with some Nord/Breton mixed in there somewhere.
Birth Sign: The thief
Hair: warm brown
Eyes: golden brown
Guild/Faction: Part of: Fighter’s guild Rank: Guardian, and content with that.
Ex- imperial legion: is pleased he is no longer a member.
Appearance: standing at full height at 5'11'' rather gruff looking and sometimes intimidating looking man, with scars littering his body. He has short loose hanging hair, and a constant five o’clock, Shadow. He has a scar traveling over his right eye and a scar going diagonal on his lower lip to the right side. He is strongly built and almost all hard muscle. He has numerous scars littering his body; one that is almost always see able is one on his neck when he survived and assassination attempt. And has numerous sword and arrow scars littering his body. His nose looks like it has been broken once or twice. he has a tattoo of the dragon of the Empire on his back holding a sword.
Clothes: if he is not in his full battle gear of a full set of Ebony armor (which he spent a pretty penny on) he is wearing a loose short sleeved shirt, his greaves and a pair of boots.
Animal companion: a small white dog, (Maltese) named Faustus. Is as rather playful and intelligent little dog. Incredibly fierce and protective, he tends to walk around thinking he weighs 80 lbs more than its said 7 lbs. He keeps his dog's hair at a short medium length and out of his face. ((ooc: I know I have one of those buggers, he is a cute little brat too. he thinks he is a guard dog…:sweatdrop: ))
Personality: he can come across looking crass but is rather friendly, though he has no appreciation for idiots… and will tell them so. He is rather blunt to say the least, and has been told to get the hang of something called tact.
Likes: his dog, anyone who isn’t and idiot or a fool
Dislikes: idiots, fools, undead things “the dead should stay dead” is what he says. potatoes
Favorite Food: he enjoys venison and most other foods though he prefers venison. And anything he can share with Faustus.
Favorite Drink: anything
Weapon: His Ebony Claymore, and enchanted ebony longsword, and his ebony bow and arrow set
Powers: uses none.
Friends: his dog and no one else just yet.
Girl/Boy Friend: ex-wife refuses to talk about the wench. He will say it in those terms
Family: none his parents are dead. And no children
Lives: out of inns, left his house to his ex.
History/More Info:
he was born in Cyrodiil, his family is from Skingrad. He likes count Hassildor even though he knows there is something ‘fishy’ about him. He became a member of the imperial legion at a young age, and has been posted to some of the strangest places. He retired from the legion at a young age, saying they were a bunch of self righteous idiots.
At this time his wife d.ecided to cause… problems. Leaves her arse and takes they’re dog. He still thinks the dog is the best thing his ex ever did.
He joins the fighter’s guild for a steady flow of income, and his dog helps him even though he is suppose to be a house dog.
He has been saving money to purchase his dog some kind of armor.
more will come later…
Image/Picture:
first one: him without his shirt ... i need more muscle practice with arms...
second is him and a close up of the dog, also height difference..and very badly drawn greaves...shame on me.
third is him all Evening Starked out in armor and weapons,
i coped out on the detail in the ebony armor..my hand was starting to hurt...stupid ebony armor... so much detail makes it pretty...
and a small picture at what kind of dog faustus is, i can't do it justice.