Name: Jegnorr of House Scaleblade
Birthplace: Solitude, Skyrim
Title(s): Harbinger of The Companions
Allegiance: Whiterun
Age: 25
Race: Nord
Gender Identity: Male
Height: 6'8
Weight: 245lbs
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Fair
Image: Here



- Blazewing: Warriors of the Scaleblade family have a tradition of painting the handles of their weapons to look like dragon scales, in order to emulate their ancestor Alun Scaleblade. But while forging a blade of his own, Jegnorr decided to honor this tradition in a more literal sense. Having killed the dragon Lunkaalmar as well as the Bone Dragon resting underneath the catacombs of Winterhold, Jegnorr has laced the handle of this Greatsword with dragon scales. The blade itself though, is made with Skyforge Steel and Dragon Bone infused together by magic. The pommel is comprised of a restored fragment of the legendary Wuuthrad. It is enchanted to be set alight when drawn. With this sword, Jegnorr seeks to forge his own legacy in his family's name.

- Armor of the Storm Dragon: If you're going to ride a dragon into battle, you might as well look the part, right? This set of dragonplate armor was made from the bones of the Bone Dragon and Lunkaalmar. The cloak was made from the pelt of a massive bear that Jegnorr dueled in the middle of a storm. It is enchanted to be heavily resistant to fire.

- Horn of Lunkaalmar: The horn of the dragon Lunkaalmar, slain by Jegnorr Scaleblade and the Snow Elf Amelia in front of Amelia's crypt in the Pale. Jegnorr had gone to ensure that the dragon who had attacked settlements within the Hold had been finished off, only to accidentally free Amelia from her sealed chamber. The dragon in question, desperate to feed after battle, would attack the duo. Taking the horn as a memento of the battle, the Nord had it cut into a personal horn. One day, he will sound it to call his Shield-Siblings to arms. Through it, the memory of the battle with the dragon lives on.


Fireball
Flames
Fire Rune
Healing Hands
Unrelenting Force: Fus - Ro
Whirlwind Sprint: Wuld
Throw Voice: Zulmeygut
Slow Time: Tild
Battle Fury: Mid
Disarm: Zun
Dismay: Faas
Call Dragon: Ahkrin - Kal- Zin


Odin - A young Alpha-sized Wolf with white fur whom had been part of a pack of wolves. They had attacked Jegnorr's traveling party during an excavation of Embershard Mine, but the party fended them off, killing most and causing others to flee. But in the commotion a cub in the pack was wounded and unable to walk. Jegnorr felt a connection with the wolf and decided to take it with him, nursing it back to health. Jegnorr would bond with the cub, who seemed to take well to Jegnorr in turn. In time, Jegnorr welcomed the wolf, now named Odin, as his travelling companion and the two are nigh inseperable.

Akrinkalzin - The surviving offspring of the Blood Dragon Mintahriik. Its nest near Winterhold was sacked by bandits, destroying the eggs of much of its clutch. This prompted its mother to raze Winterhold in a fit of rage, bringing a myriad of adventurers to their nest in order to stop the dragon from causing more damage. Led by Jegnorr Scaleblade, the party was able to eventually talk Mintahriik into taking her one surviving hatchling and leaving for a new nest where they would be left alone. But just as the dragon left, it would turn out that one egg had been left unscathed, hidden within what was left of its nest. The egg soon hatched, and realizing he was responsible for its being left alone, Jegnorr took the dragon in himself. With help from Amelia, he soon named them Ahkrinkalzin, loosely based off the draconic tongue's equivalent to "Brave Champion and Companion". He calls them "Ahkrin" for short. While the other Companions and denizens of Dragonsreach were nervous around the hatchling at first, but soon came to accept Ahkrin as part of the family. Ahkrin is friendly, curious and adventurous. But he can take time to adjust to new people, and will hiss and nip if approached too aggressively. He still has a problem with teething, and getting into the keep's stores when nobody's looking. But he is most often found traveling together with Jegnorr, whom Ahkrin appears to see as a parental figure. Ahkrin is a greenish silver color. They feature a wide frill in place of horns, and a dorsal fin in place of spines. Their tail frill resembles a leaf-like fin.


Legends speak of a Nord called Alun, who served in the armies of Ysgramor as one of his greatest warriors. They say the handle of his sword was laced with the hide of a great and terrible dragon, whose hatred for humankind threatened their peace with the dragons that the Dragon Priests had worked so hard to protect. Forced to act, Alun led a battalion into battle and felled the creature when it attacked a human settlement. While the Dragon Priests frowned upon his actions and did their best to erase the transgression from history, the humans who would eventually become the Nords revered the idea of a warrior strong enough to take down such a great and powerful monster. He would be dubbed Alun Scaleblade, who instead of being ashamed for his actions, embraced the title and would go on to form House Scaleblade. In his view, the creatures could not be trusted and his sword would serve as a message that humankind would not be trod upon so easily.

The clan’s legend would only grow amongst the Nords as the Priests and the dragons became the tyrants that dominated humankind for many years, with the tale of Alun Scaleblade serving to inspire many in their fight to reclaim their freedom. His descendent warriors of House Scaleblade took to the tradition of decorating the handles of their weapons in the design of scales, typically with paints or other means. Many of Skyrim’s finest warriors belonged to House Scaleblade, and in the ages that followed, the House’s prestige granted it the position of minor nobility in Skyrim. Despite this, most members of the House were warriors passionate for the fires of battle, not politicians.

The parents of Jegnorr Scaleblade did not share this passion. Kalruff and Sorhire Scaleblade did not yearn for the fires of battle, at least as far as young Jegnorr knew. They waged their wars on another battlefield, the dangerous game of politics. While Jegnorr grew up hearing the legends of his forebears, his own parents were nothing like them. But that fire lived on through Jegnorr himself. Not born the eldest child or heir, Jegnorr was free to choose his own path. Or at least, that was what he had thought. Idolizing his ancestors and wishing to carry on their legacy as warriors, Jegnorr began training from a young age to find his calling on the battlefield himself. One day, he intended to go out into the world and forge his own legacy. But these desires were not looked upon favorably by his family. While he was not being groomed to serve as their heir, his parents had managed to secure a cushy spot in the court of Solitude. Hoping to increase their foothold, they intended to one day marry Jegnorr off to a prospective noble family. His dream was an obvious affront to this plan, leading to a rift between both sides.

Perhaps Jegnorr would have eventually given in, had he not met a young Adrian Brightvane. Adrian had an issue of his own -- he was the only child of Odfel Brightvane, Harbinger of the Companions and the new Jarl of Whiterun. But this was far too much responsibility for young Adrian, who only wanted to travel the world without being bound to any entity. The two of them spent their teens together, trained together, and eventually learned together that they needed to be honest with themselves and pursue the paths that fit them the most.

At the age of 18, Jegnorr left Solitude with Adrian to join the Companions, despite the opposition of his family. While he wrote letters here and there, he never saw his family in person again, and never patched things up with them. His path was different from theirs, and he would eventually accept this.

With little in coin to his name, Jegnorr ventured to Whiterun where he would quickly become close with its Harbinger. Seeing his passion, Odfel trained the boy personally, helping him refine his game before sending him to prove himself worthy of joining the Companions. With a stubborn, determined fire, Jegnorr survived and earned the right to become a Companion himself.

Having been a Companion for seven years, Jegnorr never lost that passion for battle. He has traveled all across Skyrim and become the skilled warrior he had dreamed of being. In that time, Odfel Brightvane has become the closest thing Jegnorr has to a father, and Adrian his sibling. And with Odfel looking to retire in the years to come, Jegnorr was a strong candidate to lobby for his succession if he chose to. That is, if Jegnorr can figure out what he wants for his future first. For the first time, Jegnorr has the freedom to make the choice for himself. Though a presence in his subconscious may have a hand in what's to come...


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Name: Adrian of House Brightvane
Birthplace: Skyrim
Title(s): N/A
Allegiance: N/A
Age: 23
Race: Imperial/Nord
Gender Identity: He/Him/His
Height: 6'3
Weight: 215lbs
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: Tan
Image: Here



- Skyforge Steel Sword
- Nord Hero Bow
- Leather Armor


Spells here


N/A


Born to the Jarl of Whiterun and the Harbinger of the Companions Odfel Brightvane, Adrian was always going to have big shoes to fill. Perhaps even suffocatingly big shoes. And not ones Adrian was sure that he wanted to fill. While his father ruled from Whiterun, Adrian spent much of his life in Solitude. His mother owned a business there, wanting to show that she was still her own independent person who could manage herself, despite being married to the Jarl of Whiterun. Perhaps it was her influence that decided Adrian's path later in life. He had a good relationship with his parents though, and his father visited when he could. It was during his time in Solitude that he met Jegnorr Scaleblade, the son of another noble family who was going through some issues of his own. The two of them convinced each other that if they had something they wanted to do, then do it.

Unfortunately, Adrian's mother grew sick. It did not take long for it to grow worse, and she was gone long before Adrian could even begin to digest what was happening. Stricken with grief, he made the journey to Whiterun with Jegnorr, to be with his father. While he was not sure if he wanted to stay forever, for a time, Adrian became a member of the Companions.

Adrian gained experience as Jegnorr's Shield-Sibling, in the years that the duo spent fighting together. But while his father was proud of him, Adrian knew that Odfel saw Adrian as the heir to his titles. But Adrian wanted to be free. Free to make his own legacy in his own way, just as his mother had spent her life striving for. Jegnorr eventually convinced Adrian to tell his father the truth. And so, he did. He admitted to his father that while he loved his work with the Companions, he did not desire to be the Harbinger, or the Jarl of Whiterun. His father casted a long shadow, and Adrian was suffocating in it. To his surprise, his father was understanding. Odfel suggested that the best course of action for Adrian's quest would be to venture outside of Skyrim, where his name would mean less, and start fresh. An idea that Adrian embraced wholeheartedly. It was Adrian who then recommended that his father take Jegnorr as his heir. Jegnorr had become as close as blood siblings with Adrian, and he could think of none better for Whiterun and the Companions than he.

With that, Adrian bid goodbye to his family and departed for Cyrodil. With a whole new horizon in front of him, just where will Adrian end up?


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Name: Amelia Gafdein
Birthplace: Garnidole, a now-hidden stronghold of the Snow Elves
Title: The Alchemical Shield-Sister
Allegiance: Companions


Age: Appears to be in her early thirties.
Race: Snow Elf
Sex: Female
Height: 6'4
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye Color: Pink
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Skin Color: Pale



- An ivory cane that serves as a focus for destructive spells.
- A small bag, where she keeps concoctions for herself and others.
- A small library of books, kept in a pocket dimension.


Amelia is knowledgeable in most of the spells available to mages, however she prefers to use Conjuration in combat rather than Destruction.

- A Daedric Horde, hidden in a rather specific plain of Oblivion created for Amelia's familiars. She may call upon any one of them at any time.
- Adder, a wood elf, ex-convict, a decent archer. Recruited.
- J'zum, a cathay-raht khajiit, ex-convict, an unarmed brawler. Recruited.
- Margaret, a nord woman, ex-convict, a lumberjack. Recruited.


Amelia, as she remembered calling herself, belonged to one of the oldest lines of Snow Elves. However, hers was not a very prominent family in the history of old Skyrim, and many of her kin were scholars and scheming politicians.

She was once an adept conjurer and alchemist, but her skills have since atrophied during her time spent resting in a crypt. To make things worse, she can hardly remember her family surname, the people she was involved with, nor the reason or season she went to sleep in the first place.

All she had was a clue was that there are many strange artifacts surrounding her coffin.

However, since her time with Jegnorr and the Companions, Amelia had begun to remember many unpleasant things about her past.

1) Amelia was born at the beginning of the Merethic Era. She was a researcher of alchemy, with some conjuration on the side.
2) Members of her immediate family hid the Atmoran Nords during the Night of Tears, but when the Ysgramor's Five-Hundred arrived, her family was forced to flee their wrath, unable to persuade them of their aide to their people. While Amelia's sentiments were pro-Atmoran, being a Snow Elf would not help her case.
3) Amelia found shelter in the halls of Lord Harkon's court, but ultimately became cattle for the vampires as sustainable source of blood.
4) In time, she was restored to a higher position by the graces of a vampire noble named Johann, who held some form of infatuation for her. During this time, Amelia researched a supplement to replace the use of human or mer blood.
5) Still, Johann secretly craved greater power than Lord Harkon and sought to see Molag Baal.
6) He took Amelia as his companion to Coldharbour. While it was an immensely hostile environment, their vampiric powers would allow them to reach a pool where Molag's power concentrated the most.
7) An aspect of Molag Baal appears and causes Johann to turn into a disfigured monster, then assaults Amelia, who would receive a new strain of Vampire blood. Her true form is that of a mantis-like Vampiress. 
8) Amelia manages to escape due to an intervention by Hermaeus Mora and winds up in the Apocrypha, but not without injury to her left leg. In return for her rescue, she would serve Hermaeus Mora as a researcher.
9) Amelia began research for a cure for her strain of vampirism, along with the blood supplement.
10) She sought the help of a lost priest of Arkay to reverse her vampirism. However, even with the ritual correctly performed, her vampiric state could not be cured, as it was far more ingrained upon her being than normal vampires. Even so, she assisted the priest to leave the Apocrypha.
11) Eventually, Amelia would leave the Apocrypha to seek out newer technologies and methods developed by men, only to find that the world has gone far madder with dragons and foolish wars. Unable to return to the safety of Hermaeus' realm, she opted to carving out a hidden resting place where she would sleep for a few millennia until the world had resolved itself... or so she hoped.

Amelia awoke when Jegnorr, a descendant to Alun of the Five Hundred Companions, found her crypt. Dragons still terrorized the skies, rumors of wars and conflicts still circulated, but she found herself a friend in the Nord and joined the Companions herself. She still harbors vengeance toward the Deadric Prince who sullied her, and seeks to utterly humiliate him so to reduce his power over the Plains of Oblivion.

Name: Orrellen of House Fulbright
Birthplace: Winterhold, Skyrim
Title(s): Member of the Mages Guild of Skyrim, Son of the current Jarl of Winterhold
Allegiance: Winterhold, The wellbeing of Skyrim as a whole
Age: 20
Race: Breton/Nord
Gender Identity: Male (He/Him)
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200lbs
Eye Colour: Icy Blue
Hair Colour: Red
Skin Colour: Pale
Image: Here



- Currently wields the Dragonbane
- Currently wears Ancient Falmer Armor
- A bag of extra supplies and books primarily relating to Magic


Orrellen is capable of utilizing many of the spells available to mages with him almost exclusively using Destruction and Restoration magic alongside his swordsmanship.


N/A(?)


Around a year following the fall of Alduin and the legend of the Last Dragonborn, a group of Bretons travelled to Winterhold from their home in High Rock to offer their knowledge and services to the College of Winterhold, but upon seeing the desolate state of the city surrounding it, the group were horrified by it. They banded together and managed to successfully rally the support needed to finally begin the arduous task of rebuilding the former capital. Over the years, Winterhold regained much of its lost luster and the College of Winterhold became an even more enticing place for those interested in magic to begin their studies, especially thanks to the support of the new Jarl Kraldar and the Empire. The combined efforts and support proved efficient and important as they brought the College in as an official sect of the Mages Guild, the first of its kind in Skyrim. Another easing effort was much of the old leadership in the College being replaced following the incident with the Eye of Magnus, with many of those in the group of Bretons taking on such roles. These group of Bretons established themselves as a leading force within Winterhold before long with a select few being granted the new family name of Fulbright as they were admired as the ones who brought the light back to the city that was seemingly forever abandoned. With that, they effectively found themselves seen as nobility.

A hundred years later, Winterhold has once again become a bustling city whose current Jarl is Jerisien Fulbright, the grandson of one of the Bretons that aided in bringing the city back what it had long lost. Due to a century of presence in Skyrim, the family now had ancestry from the still dominant Nord population of Skyrim as well. The family had spread the study of magic throughout Skyrim, expanding the scope of the Mages Guild of Skyrim, which now used the College of Winterhold as a central headquarters. The College continues to be seen as the place to go in Skyrim for those who seek out the study of magic and there was no exception to that rule than one Orrellen, the son of Jerisien. Orrellen was a very adventurous sort who wished to become a powerful mage, but more uniquely, he also had a desire to train and become a skilled swordsman. This sort of yearning has strained the relationship between father and son, but both remain mostly cordial with each other. Orrellen had an uncertain future ahead of him as his wishes to journey around Skyrim generally were not approved of by his family. He did find himself endeared to the College of Winterhold and after many years of schooling, he became an official member of the Mages Guild of Skyrim. While a difficult task given his sheltered upbringing, Orrellen did manage to acquire a teacher in swordsmanship, which he also had a natural aptitude towards alongside his innate connection to magic due to his heritage. His sights remained ever higher, however...

To the surprise of all, the seemingly extinct dragons reemerged in Skyrim and one of the first targets was Winterhold. Orrellen, his father, and the citizenry were forced to temporarily flee as the town was, as if by prophecy, almost entirely destroyed with even the College suffering damages due to the dragon's rampage, but the combined efforts of the mages who stayed behind managed to keep the college mostly protected from it before the dragon finally left. The city itself was utterly devastated... Sometime later, a member of the Mages Guild did an investigation and found a nest of dragon eggs which were destroyed some distance away, giving a potential reasoning behind the dragon attack, but one no less unfortunate. Jerisien soon returned with Orrellen and took up refuge in the College while Orrellen managed to convince him to allow him to journey outside of Winterhold to seek out new allies who could aid them in fending off the newly revived threat of dragons while also gathering more of the required aid that Winterhold now desperately needed once more. Two months have since passed and Orrellen has indirectly gained that which he long desired... Adventure. Jerisien ensured Orrellen had all of the resources needed for a safe journey and Orrellen parted ways with his family on more positive terms for the time being.

While knowledgeable about the rest of Skyrim thanks to his education, Orrellen had finally truly left home for the first time in his life. Through his journeying, he discovered a curious looking sword that possessed a strange, magical enchantment that appeared to be one of the keys he needed regarding the danger of dragons. Now, though, he still had new goals to accomplish for the sake of his destroyed home...


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Name: Surahna Gestor
Birthplace: Evermor, High Rock
Title(s): N/A
Allegiance: Knowledge?
Age: 36
Race: Breton
Gender Identity: Female
Height: 5'0
Weight: 130lbs
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Red
Skin Colour: Pale

Possessions:

A heavily enchanted set of Ebony Armor.
An Ebony Mace, similarly heavily enchanted.
Many sizes of soul gems, filled and unfilled.
A few unfilled black soul gems.

Spells:

Surahna is rather skilled with Conjuration magic for its soul-trapping capabilities... and its knowledge of necromancy. Asides from that, she is decently adept with spells from the Alteration and Restoration schools, enough to defend herself in battle and at least recover from her wounds.

Companions:

A black horse called Queen Alfsigr is loyally at her side whenever she needs her for long travels. Purchased from a stable in Whiterun on her way to Morthal, the name seems to be something of a tradition amongst the stablemasters there. Regardless, it never felt right to name her. The horse has been fitted with an enchanted saddle to fortify its carrying weight and help lighten the load of her armor and any goods she might need to bring. A tough lass, but definitely not built for combat.

Biography:

Surahna was born the single daughter of a poor family, a consequence of the many warring houses of High Rock. Her family eventually escaped to Skyrim, seeking a better life amongst the other Bretons who had already made the journey. The realization that many of them were in professions of an entrepreneurial or magical position, her father found work as a court wizard's apprentice in Riften. His natural resistance to magic as a Breton made him perfectly comfortable handling more dangerous magical items. Her mother took up fishing at the local fisheries.

And so she grew, surrounded by the city of thieves and corruption. Her family was never truly able to grow out of their poverty. However, as soon as she began to grow older and her magical talents began to make themselves known, the court wizard suggested they make the trip up to the College of Winterhold and make their natural skill into a career. Her parents eager for her to have a better life, saved up their septims and even risked a loan from the Thieves Guild to supply her with some comforts and safety for the trip.

Living her impressionable years at the college, she had always been a shy girl and struggled to make friends. However, her natural skill with enchantment and protective magics had the attention of the staff and fellow students alike. It turned out, enchantment was perhaps one of the most profitable aspects of magic. Everyone could do with an amulet to assist with their health, a ring to enhance dexterous skills, a weapon to sap the Magicka from your enemies, or even just simple magical trinkets. And so she was encouraged to continue to dive into her skill, spending many good days of her life bending over an enchanting table.

Eventually graduating from the college, she settled back down in Riften with the intent to pay back her parents for all their sacrifices. However, she didn't realize until it was too late who her most common customers would be. The Thieves Guild was often in the habit of needing magical gear that wasn't obvious, appraising valuable items, or even simply selling rare enchanted items to her. Surahna knew fairly well it was a dangerous game to play, but she was far too late, and refusing to open her doors to them now could end with nasty complications.

A multitude of magical items came her way and she ultimately gained her own little collection. She even found a strange diamond-like shape carved into her home presumably by the Guild. Likely the only reason her magical collection wasn't stolen back. She learned many years later it was the sign for a fence, which she supposed she did unintentionally become. No thief wanted to upset their fence.

Her entire life shook up the very moment a strange amulet had entered her possession. With a jade skull carved into it, Surahna knew she had to do even more research. Diving through tomes and tomes of ancient texts, to such an extent that her own family became worried about her fervent research. For the longest time, she could only tell it was an incredibly strong enchantment from ancient times, that greatly boosted their magical skills at the cost of some of their physical health. It wasn't until she stumbled upon some more forbidden tomes that she understood what she had gained.

The Necromancer Amulet was said to be worn by Mannimarco himself. The King of Worms, the patron saint and supposed god of necromancy. The discovery put a healthy amount of fear into her, but her curiosity had only but sparked. Like a wildfire, it began to grow and grow. The nature of the soul was rarely understood. While many wizards who attempted to discover the soul's secrets disappeared according to the warnings, she still wasn't dissuaded. What made a soul white or black? Falmer for the longest time had white souls after their fall from grace at the hands of the Dwemer. Was it intentional to easier trap their souls to power their machines? Did the rumors of their reappearance at the height of their physical and mental forms imply they had black souls again? Was a black soul synonymous with sentience? Surely not, as even Giants could be communicated with and had white souls. Hagravens even had white souls, apparently forsaking at least some part of their souls.

There were too many questions, her burning and desperate desire drove her mad. She needed to know more... and so she began to dabble in necromancy. The act was banned by the Mage's Guild, and so she would find no help from her professors there. Black soul gems were so much more powerful for enchantment, but they took the life of an individual to make. Her soft heart struggled against her newfound obsession, the inner turmoil tearing her apart.

Her research however certainly didn't go unnoticed. While Necromancy is not illegal by law of the Empire, legal acquisition of black soul gems and corpses for her work turned heads in Riften. And so she only drifted to illegal more private ventures, purchasing from the guild, in an attempt to maintain her reputation. However, it would seemingly only make things worse. Word got out, and Surahna could hardly stand their looks. Giving her store and almost everything inside it to her parents to run, she took what she could carry and set out on her own.

She wandered for many years, disguised in a full set of armor, before settling down in Morthal. The people of Hjaalmarch were mistrusting of outsiders and prone to rumors, but the presence of occasional wizards of dubious practices in the past developed a sort of repeating cycle. Those spurned from the college ended up here, isolated from the rest of the world and free to do their research in peace, asides from the locals. At the very least, she managed to establish herself as a talented combatant first, and wizard second. Likely because she used a mace and heavy armor, not the traditional robes of a mage. Regardless of the cause, the knowledge of her skill occasionally brought people to her door. Whether it was a local villager seeking help with a problem the guard otherwise wouldn't bother with, or a wandering traveler in desire of her services, she was never truly left alone.

For as much as she wanted to isolate herself from the world so her studies didn't harm another living being, it seemed the people just couldn't forget about her. And in truth, her desire for any kind of company always had her returning.

The undead weren't exactly much for conversation.