Name: Maric Taroka

Age 31

Gender Male

Race Nord

Appearance: Following blond hair down to his jaw line. The hair on the sides are tied into loose braids. His eyes were of the deepest blue, that stand out like fire on his fair skinned face. Maric stood at six foot five, which for his people is a pretty average height. His left shoulder down to his elbow is Covered in the deep blue tribal like tattoos for his people. Well Muscled even for his people.
Clothing While on the ship Maric wears simple prisoner clothes. off the ship Maric wears heavy armor most of the time, full plate or chain mail.

Weapon Wooden Club

Major skills Blade, heavy armor, Hand to Hand

Minor skills Athletics block, blunt armorer, light armor

Likes combat, Fixing things, honesty, weird things, Sunrises

Dislikes:dishonest people, boring people, hot weather

Belief Kyne

Alignment Neutral

Personality maric is a very straightforward person, and honest. Though growing up north Maric was tough, He fought often in the dead of winter in the worst storms against creatures of the snow with only his sword, shield and his pants. A warrior to the bone, Maric usually resorts to his sword when he has to, or his fists. Maric loves to fight but knows when a fight is needed and when it is not.

Background:Born in the homeland of Skyrim, Maric was born in a warrior culture in a small village out side of winter run. His father was one of the top warriors of his village and fought in the Arena constantly. His father died in the arena when he was fifteen and when maric turned eighteen joined the Arena and worked his way up to one of the top fighters in the southern half of Skyrim. His mother fixed leather items from simple pouches to hardened leather armor. Maric practiced swordsman ship with his fathers broadsword when he slept and took up his father's sword when he died and trained. Wielding a shield and sword maric eventually fought against other tribes. By the time he was Twenty five Maric wanted to explore Skyrim and see the world to test his skills against others. So for five years he traveled and fought against those who challenged him or tried to kill him. Creatures included. Maric has never fought a dragon, but has wanted to test himself against one. While Maric was out drinking one night he got into a bar fight and killed the Imperial by beating him to death with his own fists. The next morning he found himself surrounded by city guards and a very very angry old man.

Maric had killed a high ranking nobleman's son and had ordered Maric's death at the Imperial Capital. By the time the guards had put Maric in chains, two guards had broken legs and four others had broken noses and arms or hands. They added city guard assault and battery to his charge along with murder.