Falcan Nightroad

[Falcan Nightrode]

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Falcan Nightroad

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Identity Chart

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†Name: Falcan Nightroad

†Age: 25

†Appearance Age: 23+

†Race: Altmer/Breton

† Sexual Orientation Straight

†Gender: Male

†Birth Sign: Thief

†Hair Color: Blond

†Eye Color: right eye is Red the left is blue

†Height: 6’2

†Weight: 193lbs

†Skin Tone: Fair

†Appearance:
Falcan is tall, broad shoulders, a brawn body build. With wavy shoulder long blond hair, two different colored eyes [red and blue] his body bares a few scars here and there, the most striking one is the scar on his left cheek and neck that appears to be a burn scar, that has only faded a little over time.

His clothing is similar to that of what some may mistake a bandit for. He weirs dark colors, a long sleeve black shirt that opens at the chest, he weirs over light chain mail. Black pants with two belts around his thigh holding his [sheathed] dagger. Knee-high gray boots, sometimes black. Also often wearing a heavy colorful cape that hangs over his body, unless pushed over his shoulders, clasped on by a larger belt or two. Its black with gold leaf-like pattern and crimson inside. Also almost always had a smaller think red and black cloth wrapped around his face and neck, almost like a scarf would be, but covering part of his nose, like a mask almost, it hides his scar.

He holds himself tall and strong, but tends to relax around the familiar at times. he comes across as a loner right off, he stays to himself and avoids large crowds of people most often, but at any time he would forget his stance to help someone in need.

†Guild: Ex-To be Blade

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Taste

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†Likes:
*A good Battle or spar.
* Helping people In need.
*Looking at Swords and armor.
*Meeting new people.
*The Blades.
* Has a Interest in anything unknown or less known about.
* Kids.
* Animals

†Dislikes:
*Drunks.
*Skooma
*Deadra.
*idiots.
*Thieves.
*The Dark Brotherhood.

†Fears:
*Loosing or hurting someone close to him.
*The Blades
*Past Relations

†Nervous Habits:
~Drumming his fingers
~Groaning
~Tapping his foot

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For The Record

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†Personality:
Falcan is much of a loan wolf. In truth this is not true he doesn’t really dislike anyone, he is just quick to judge someone on a few actions. Thusly not caring to have anything to do with those people. This may come from his early life. He put up a shield to protect himself, he dislikes getting close to people, relying on them, or becoming to close of friends. Maybe its because he thinks he will die and leave them alone….or vice versa. He has a light temper then forced to show it, but deep down he is a shy person as well.

†Equipment:
~Weapons- A broad type sword, wielded one handed. Called NightFang, its good for both speed and power, it has a brother sword Morning Fang. Perhaps due to there colored blades, one black and one yellow-ish, both blades can be hooked together by there hilts and used as two bladed sword or a type of double blade [back to back] the term ‘Fang’ may come to its almost curved fang like shape. He also carries a small dagger on a belt on his thigh.

†Magic and Skills :
~Swordsmanship- Journeyman
~Stealth-Apprentice
~Light Armor- Apprentice
~Heal Minor Wounds- Novice


†Weaknesses:
*Natural elements
*People he cares about
*the Blades

†Mother: Unknown she died giving birth.

†Father Richard Nightroad, or Father like figure in Morrison Kalus

†Siblings: None

†Pets: None

†History:
At young age lived without a mother, due to when she died giving birth. living only with his father. His father was a member of the Blades, for a few years, married before he joined, and still served but was able to at least see his child born, when times were busiest.

He enjoyed spending time out in the backyard playing heroes and monsters with his friends, always pretending he was a hero protecting his friend the ‘emperor’ and monsters would come and try to get them! He used to have so much fun. Sadly staying home was lonely, and half the time he had to teach himself how to do things, cooking, cleaning, and staying safe. He did however get to see his father often enough, he loved it when his father could bring him something home to look at or play with, sometimes he was able to keep his fathers old blades that had dulled or became useless.

Finely the fateful day his father was killed in a freak accident when someone attacked the emperor. When he was about the age of 15. So now he was truly alone, one day wile going though some of his fathers things, he found a sword of amazing value and beauty, wanting to take it for his own, however he didn’t, he packed them up and was going to try and take them back to Cloud Ruler temple, thinking they were just more barrowed weapons. Also thought that if he did this, he could get on with his live, and some how get rid of the remaining sad feelings he had about his passed father. On this personal quest he a man he became good friends with. They traveled, he thought they had the same intentions, his friend was just traveling the mountains and he still to the temple.

When they got there to his surprise there seemed to be a group of blade’s gathering all talking about something, he pulled to the side of the road as a few men or horses passed, they didn’t seemed bothered by there presents, people he guessed would normally come marvel at the outside walls? Or take hikes up here, who knew. Soon enough he found out why such a large group of men were here, his eyes widened as at the age of 16 his eyes were laid upon the emperor on his horse. Of Corse they bowed and waited for all to pass, he couldn’t shake the feeling that then over took him, it was amazing awe inspiring all these men and grate lord.


After all had passed he and his friend. Continued onward. He took a deep breath and walked up bowing to the guards at the gate. “I have these blades, they were my fathers, I’m here only to return them.” he stated plainly. Afterward, the most shocking thing happened. His ‘friend’ pulled his blade and attacked the guards! Falcan quickly without hesitation pulled his own blades and stopped the man’s attack, they were matched and fought a almost three hours. The man tried to run, he was faster, stopping him every single time, until finely the ‘friend’. fell telling Falcan to kill him, Falcan refused and let the others take him to prison. For his bravery a retired member of the blades offered him a chance to join there ranks. More then happy to join, he agreed also kept his father’s blades as they said they weren’t from there stronghold.

Morison Kalus The retired male, trained him, almost became a father figure, they trained until Falcan’s matched his. One day he was put to the final test, at about the age of 19, to be excepted into the Blades, he and others went on a mission of sorts, he was unsure of, but it was so he could prove himself, something that was expected to be easy quickly turned deadly, they were massacred.[3men] and his teacher died in his arms, Falcan himself barely made it out alive, he was found half dead by a farmer who nursed him for a wile, before Falcan finished into the night. ..never turning back towards the Cloud Ruler Temple. He branded himself as a traitor and failure he failed to protect other Blades members and failed his ‘father’ thinking only if what he failed the emperor, and also assumed he’d be blamed for there deaths anyway…if not he still couldn’t bare to face the emperor and be dubbed a ‘Knight’ of anything….

He continued training alone, and gaining in speed, strength and knowledge, he goes around helping people, oddly enough old habits never die, though he never stays to long. He longs for a purpose…so helps people but also fears of messing up, hurting someone….like he did before, and himself. He envy’s guards and knights who honor and protect people. So he now he just travels….. Where ever the road may take him.
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†RP Sample:
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