Name: Lucien Forod
Age: 45 (Imperial Years)
Race: Dunmer father, Breton Mother (Brumner?)
Gender: Male
Best Seven Skills: (before I go rattling off the skill sheet from Morrowind, I felt as if I could make some up, if not, pm me, and we'll work it out) Hunting, Cooking, Fishing, Fletching, Speechcraft, Blacksmithing, Survivalist
Weakness(es): Lucien is of average height and not very strong. He is allergic to Hackle-Lo and Madrake Root. Also, he cannot stand the undead, or any other "illogical creature."
Advantages: Very good on his own, loves the woodlands. Can scrounge food from anywhere. Very likeable, not prone to fighting.
Weapons: Lucien uses whatever he can find, or make in some cases. However there is a family heirloom that he keeps in a safe place at his house. A Longbow, fabled never to miss when your target is evil (by his father).
Apparel: Simple garb of Imperial Origins, smocks and the like. He has a thing for shoes however, and constantly changes shoes. His favorites are Nordic Ice Boots, for some odd reason.
History: Lucien grew up under a proud father and a loving mother. There was hardships at times, especially during the Dagoth Ur Crisis, ultimately resulting in the death of his father. His mother died soon after that from grief, for the pair loved each other deeply. Lucien was cunning enough to find a reclusive guild high in the mountains were he trained in Survivalist techniques and the like. Soon, Lucien set off to live his own life, and he headed for another set of mountains on Mainland Morrowind. Lucien has not been married, for he speaks glibly around others, but one on one with a female, he freezes up, and sounds like a Khajit with a cold. Lucien lives in a small wood cabin in a little cove. He is happy there, and he has everything he needs.
Appearance: Lucien does not have the red eyes of Dunmer heritage, instead, he has the more handsome features of the Breton race. The ancient spirit of the Dunmer rests in Lucien, and the will of his ancestors is with him. Lucien has pale brown skin, hut he has the white hair of his father. Lucien wears his hair tied back in a tight knot when out hunting, but lets it fall around his shoulders when he is at home or at his forge. He has taught muscles, however, he is not bulging. He is quick to laugh and shrug off troubles, not one to dwell on pain. He loves music, and he sings and plays instruments frequently.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
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