OK, after months of procrastinating on actually gathering images, and thinking up simple story matter, I've finally come to bring the Dovahkiin to the world.
Introducing Varrus Galleon.
Race: Imperial
Specializations: Heavy armor, Single handed weapons, Destruction Magic, Smithing, and Speechcraft
Before Varrus' destiny brought him to the gates of Helgen in the back of a prisoner carriage, Varrus was born in Cyrodiil, in the town of Bruma. Since Bruma was a town primarily the home of Nords, Varrus was grown around the company of born warriors, their influences heavily wiping off onto him. Unlike most Imperials, Varrus grew to enjoy the cold of Bruma's climate, and to a great many of his peers, they would speak of him as having the spirit of a Nord, but the body of a debt collector.
Varrus, at a very young age, sought to learn the ways of the sword. He would often train himself, using an old wooden sword his father made him before transferring to the Imperial City. Varrus would often read of warriors of old, like the Hero of Cyrodiil of some 200 years prior, to learn of their heroism and ability of the sword. It wasn't until he was of the right age that he was directly trained after enrolling with the Bruma city guard. Having taken what the Guard had taught him, and combining it with some ideas for techniques he read about when little, he thought himself as having a truly unique style.
Three years passed before the letter came. It was from the North. The Empire asking for any possible reinforcements for the battle that was raging against the Stormcloak Rebellion, and anyone that could be sent, it would be appreciated greatly. Varrus was one such guard being transferred. He had never seen the Nord homeland, but his respect for Nord culture only excited his curiosity. It was easy to say that he was one of the more happier ones going. That would not last long, however.
Upon arriving, the company was ambushed by Stormcloaks, a great many soldiers dying in the battle. Varrus' armor was greatly damaged in the fight, which led him to scavenging Stormcloak armor from the fallen. He had no clue this would lead only to more troubles. He trekked out for Solitude, the base of operations for the Empire in Skyrim. But on his way, he was accosted by Imperial soldiers. Despite his tellings of him being an Imperial soldier of Bruma coming to assist the Empire, the soldiers dismissed it as all lies, arresting him and giving him the proper treatment of any captured Stormcloak.
This, in turn, led to his torture of information. Despite any thing Varrus would tell them of how he knew nothing of Skyrim, the torturing persisted, his words falling short of being believed. This led Varrus to the prisoner carriage, where he, along with the rest of the Stormcloak prisoners, including the now infamous Ulfric Stormcloak, would be transferred to Helgen from Solitude to be executed. And he would have, were it not for Alduin.
After escaping the city, with the help of a Stormcloak soldier who had survived the ordeal, he had begun his new journeys in Skyrim. He would have gone back to Solitude, but after the things he went through, he gained a disgust for the Empire, having been tortured by his own people because of their blatant ignorance. This led Varrus to lean more toward the Stormcloak Rebellion, where he would take up his sword in the favor of Ulfric Stormcloak, who had survived the ordeal in Helgen.
It wasn't until his journey to Whiterun, did Varrus learn of his true heritage as a Dragonborn, a being with the soul of a Dragon, who could use their power over what is known as Thu'um to combat the now reemerging dragons, who were following under Alduin, the dragon responsible for destroying Helgen, and prophesying the end of days. Varrus now knew he was far more than just some ex-Legion soldier with a second chance. He was the very thing stopping Alduin from destroying everything that is known as Tamriel. He would need to become better at his trades, stronger at his art, and more precise with his words to even stand a chance, so he did not waste time.
It was not until after Varrus joined the Stormcloaks did he begin his study in Destruction magic, and his art of Smithing armor and weaponry, where he excelled to Mastery levels in Smithing, but only coming to an Apprentice level in magic, having relied more on blades than magic, where he would more likely wield dual swords, or one sword than use a magic spell.
Now, after traveling all over Skyrim, and having overcome countless feats even the bravest men have died attempting to accomplish, Varrus now feels himself ready to take on Alduin. THIS IS, however, until he was thrown into Vaula...
Last edited 12/03/22(Thu)14:20.
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