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Vilr Bergor

I will fight for my family and I will fight for my community, you're best position is either with me or out of my way.

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a character in “Solaris”, originally authored by Fredalice, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Vilr Bergor
Age: 23
Race: Nord/Redguard
Class: Barbarian/Crusader
Sexuality: A-sexual





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Personality: Vilr is a very hard type of personality, he's strong both physically and emotionally. It's hard driven to make him angry, impatient, scared or anything that falls under the category of showing emotion. He is very much a tight-lipped individual, speaking in only a few words at a time. Because one wouldn't be able to tell how he's feeling from his face, tone, or words, a person would have to watch his actions more closely to figure it out because to Vilr, actions speak louder than words. He comes across as being uncaring and cold, the type of person who is only following orders for the sake of following orders, however that couldn't be father from the truth. For one thing he's the one who is making the orders and for another he is very loyal to his community, family, and his dogs; one could even say that he's a softy for these things.

In battle you wouldn't be able to find a less subtle person, he believes in storming the barricade and taking everyone down all at once, however that's his tactic for him. He's very smart when it comes to planning anything to do with battle or war. He has a hero complex, meaning that he has to save and protect people whether they want it or not. He views himself as a hero, that is his role in life and his self-identity. However there is one catch to this hero complex, if he had to choose between a stranger who was in trouble and any of the three things he's "soft on" it would be the latter hands down. Though this is the only thing he would be impulsive about, everything else he plans, almost too meticulously does he plan everything he does. He understands better than most about consequences and how one's actions can affect a town across the kingdom, so he he tries his best to make sure that his actions don't affect people in a negative way.

Since Vilr has dyslexia he has a hard time reading and writing, not that he can't, and it is his belief that he can over come this if he reads enough. This doesn't affect his ability to plan out battles and raids for his team, but just makes it hard to read maps. He believes that with enough hard work, one can overcome anything and so he reads everyday, finding it a struggle, but still continuing to do his best. Vilr also has very strong morals, morals that he can never go against and so even though he comes off to others as being one who follows orders without question, that is completely the wrong assumption because if the orders go against his morals then he will ask questions, so much so he will take himself off the team that proceeding with those orders; there have even been a few incidents where he tried to stop that team as well because not only then would it be going against his morals, but also his self-identity of being a hero.


Strengths: Battle planning; brute force; hero complexion; "thick skinned", meaning it takes a lot for him to lose his temper, but also it takes a lot before someone can take him down in a fight; he has unbelievable concentration and focus; his resolve is unshaken; and it takes more then limbs coming off and shadows chasing him to make him scared

Weaknesses: He's superstitious, not that he believes in magic because everybody knows that's real, but when it comes to 'jinxing himself' and 'lucky armor' that he wears into every battle; he always holds a flame that there is some good in everyone; family and community, both of these come before his own safety and the safety of strangers; he isn't exactly subtle, when it comes to fighting or talking; he also has Dyslexia, though everyday he tries to beat it by reading as much as he can even if he doesn't quite understand what he's reading





History:

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Vilr was born in Stormhold in the Black Marsh area with two younger brothers, his mother, his father, and three dogs. His mother is a Redguard who worked as merchant to sell the food that his father, a Nord, had farmed. His father used to be a warrior up in Skyrim, but left in pursuit of a new world and a new life and that's when he fell in love with Vilr's mother and gave up killing to settle down and farm. However, battle was still in his father's blood and so it was that he taught all three of his sons how to fight and battle plan. It was Vilr who took onto this training well, and after finding he had a harder time reading and writing unlike his younger brothers, Vilr latched onto the one thing he was good at. Vilr's first younger brother, Saiven who is only two years younger than himself, had started training to become an alchemist because not only could he read really well, but he could also had a knack for making potions and cooking. Vilr's youngest brother, Raund who is seventeen years younger than him, is still too young to become an apprentice to anyone, but so far has shown a lot of promise in riding horses.

Vilr, when he was 14 joined the guard that protected their city. He trained with them for five years, going on hunts with them as well as raids if rumors of bandits got too close. It was when he turned 19 that some of the other guards joked he was too good for them and that he should head to Skyrim if he wanted to see any real action. Only Vilr took this joke more as a suggestion. He told his parents what he wanted to do, his father was wasn't exactly excited, but he still respected Vilr's decision. So his father traveled with his son, and Vilr's dog, North to Skyrim. They ran into some trouble along the way of course, but nothing the two couldn't handle. When they reached Skyrim, Vilr was shocked to find a war beginning there between the Imperial Legion and a group called the Stormcloaks. Vilr's father lead his still further North to a town called Winterhold. This was apparently the town that his father had grown up in. While there he and his father asked questions around about what was happening. When Vilr heard of what the Stormcloaks were trying to do, he pondered on it that night with his father and the next day he made his oath to the Stormcloaks. His father soon left after that back to their family in Stormhold.

Vilr still receives letters from his family and he tries his best to write them back, though they always come out rather difficult to read so Vilr usually has a friend write it out for him. He had been teased for his dyslexia for a while when he first joined, but when the other Stormcloaks discovered how good he was in battle and with battle planning they soon started to help him, still some teasing, but nothing that wouldn't come from a brother. Vilr rose through the ranks becoming what he is now, a general for the Stormcloaks. He is one that a lot of the leaders of the Stormcloaks come to first for military tactics and advice, he's the one that oversees who joins the Stormcloaks, he is the one who often leads groups into battles. His parents miss him dearly, but have come to be very proud of their son, Saiven and Raund have even traveled up to visit him every now and then and if the Stormcloaks' leaders allow it, Vilr has gone down to visit his family once or twice as well. His family seems to be doing alright, keeping safe. However since he became a Stormcloak it has made some trouble for his family, after all Black Marsh is very close the Imperial Province and more than once his family had been questioned. To this day, Vilr has struggled to his choice on becoming a Stormcloak, something that he does believe was the right decision, but has inadvertently put his family under scrutiny.





Armor: Iron armor, Iron gauntlets, Iron boots, steel shield or leather armor
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Equipment: Healing potions (x8), magicka potions (x3), meats and breads, books (Accords of Madness v.VI, 2920, vol. 3-First Seed, and A Dream of Sovngrade), and a ruby and silver necklace
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Weapons: Nordic War axe (x2), an iron dagger, and a Honed Ancient Nord Greatsword (this is favorite weapon)
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So begins...

Vilr Bergor's Story

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Aramis kept a steady hand as he aimed his bow towards his target. He took a deep breath and let the arrow soar through the air to hit his target. It hit the deer in the neck and it ran around a bit before dropping dead to the ground. Aramis proceeded to skin, gut, and removed the meat from the deer. He brought everything over to the small camp he had set up and began t cook the venison for tonight's meal. The plan was to wait for night fall so he could go hunting for his real targets, vampires. Aramis was informed of a small clan of vampires that had been harassing a village and Aramis agreed to take care of the problem in exchange for information on the dark brotherhood.

Aramis wrapped the venison and tucked it away in his hunting bag. It was still mid day so Aramis set off to town and traded the deer hide for some coin a bottle of mead. He also conversed with some villagers seeing if he could get anymore information on possible leads that could help him. Most were ones he'd heard before while others had nothing useful. Dissatisfied, Aramis when back to his camp and ate his meal that consisted of venison, mead, and bread.

Nightfall finally came and Aramis packed his gear and went out to hunt. He had his bow ready in hand with an arrow and walked silently. He scanned the area until he spotted his targets, a clan of 5 vampires making their way towards the village. Aramis shot and killed one of them which caused the others to run towards him. Aramis casted a fire rune spell and continued to shoot arrows at them. Any who came to close would burn to death thanks to vampires high weakness to fire. Eventually they were all dead and Aramis collected the dust as proof that he killed them.

He went back to his camp and laid in his bed roll. In the morning he would go back to the village and collect his reward. For now, he would try to rest.

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Vilr stomped out his morning fire, he was currently travelling by himself coming down from Winterhold. He was there to talk to the other Stormcloak troupes and rally them up for battle. He was delivering a letter from there. Vilr hadn't been told what was in the letter, except that it was important for an upcoming battle. The journey had been long, especially since Vilr traveled on foot. The paths seemed rather clear, though the closer you got to edge of Stormcloak territory the more one would have to watch their own back. It seemed that the Imperial Legions were trying to slowly make their way in, but Vilr was confident that they would not succeed.

The young warrior packed up his things, making sure that the letter was safely tucked away, before heading off. He only had a few more hours of travel and honestly he could have made it last night, but over the years he has learned that when the sun starts to set it is best to just sit still and wait till morning. The snow was coming down gently today, almost like floating little pieces of cotton, in all honesty this was the kind of snow that Vilr preferred. Sure the blizzards had their own beauty and were often the very image of power, force, and strength, but this snow reminded Vilr of why he wanted to fight. You would often times see kids and dogs playing in this kind of snow, their parents watching from the warmth of their home not acting worried. It was for those kids, for those dogs, and for those families that Vilr had picked up his sword and traveled further North than he had ever done before. It was to keep those families together and keep them feeling safe enough that the kids could go outside and play during these soft snowy days.

When Vilr arrived in Windhelm the snow had slowed down some more, making the air a bit warmer to breath. Vilr was grateful fro the weather today, if it had been any worse he would have had to stop more often in any sheltered place he could find until the snow settled down. This was something that he didn't like to do because not only was it dangerous to just pick any sheltered area you could find, but it slowed him down exponentially.

Some of the other soldiers greeted him at the gate with a friendly pat on the back, Vilr smiled back to them, but didn't stop to talk. He had to deliver the letter to the Jarl Ulfric immidiately. Vilr made his way up to the Keep. The Jarl was sitting at the other end of the long table that filled the main hall. Vilr breathed in the warm air coming from the fireplace and the freshly cooked food. The smell was also to die for, the smell of cooked sabrecat. 'Apparently someone had a good hunt today,' Vilr thought. He walked up to Jarl Ulfric, passed all the other soldiers who were starting to chow down on the meat.

"Jarl Ulfric, I bring word from Winterhold," Vilr said, bowing to the Jarl.

"Bring it here," Jarl Ulfric answered. Vilr nodded and handed him the letter, "You can go get some food while I sort this matter out," Jarl Ulfric added. The Jarl got up from where he was seated and headed towards the room where Galmar Stone-Fist was most likely held up. In the mean time, Vilr took an empty seat and grabbed some freshly cooked meat. His mouth watering at the thought of actually having a decent meal since he left Winterhold.

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Astrid and Aramis stopped a the stables and left their horses there. Then they made their way into Windhelm and walked around for a bit before Astrid turned to Aramis. "I need to go look for Ulfric now and meet up with my party."

Aramis nodded. "I'll find a way to entertain myself."

"You always do."

Aramis disappeared into the crowd and left to do what he came here for... Find the boy trying to contact the dark brotherhood. Aramis was either going to get his answers and kill him or use him to catch them. He hadn't decided which plan he liked more since both would prove to have results that he wanted. For now, Aramis was going to charm a guard or inn keeper to find the boy's whereabouts.

Astrid went up to a guard and asked if he could redirect her to Jarl Ulfric and the stormcloaks. He pointed to the jarl's palace and said she should check there first for him. Astrid complied and walked up the steps and into the palace to find Ulfric. She walked through the halls and finally ended up in what seemed like a dinning hall and saw Ulfric seated at the head of the table with the rest of the stormcloaks. Ulfric stood up to greet her.

"It seems our guest of honor has finally arrived."

"Ulfric" Astrid nodded at him.

"Please, take a seat. We saved some sabre cat meat for you."

Astrid shook her head. She didn't have time to sit down and eat. Wasting time like that would mess with her results. "I can take it with me to Winterhold. Now, who will be my shield brothers for this mission."

"A woman of action I see."

"A woman of results." Astrid folded her arms over her chest. "I asked you a question." Astrid asked with attitude in her tone. Ulfric laughed while the other stormcloaks stared in disbelief. They'd never seen someone talk to Ulfric like that.

He pointed at Kreig and Bryon. "These two will be accompanying you and possibly Vilr if he's up for another trip to Winterhold." AStrid looked them over and sighed with her arms still folded. "They'll have to do..."

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Vilr looked up at the mention of his name, first to the Jarl and then to the woman whom the Jarl had been addressing. He had vaguely over heard why his name was dropped in that sentence, he would be joining the woman and a few other soldiers back up to Winterhold so that she could prove herself to the Jarl as being a true Stormcloak, something that everyone had had to do. The woman, playing it cocky and making herself out to be better than anyone in the room with a simple phrase "They'll have to do...". Vilr stood up with the other two men, Bryon and Kreig, bowing to the Jarl. However, when Bryon left outside, Vilr sat back down to finish his meal. It had been a long journey with not well-cooked meat and the journey be damned if he wasn't going to at least finish it before going on another one with someone that had the attitude that this woman seemed to be sporting.

Since dawn had only broken a couple hours ago Vilr knew he had all day to enjoy staying still, so he took his time eating. When he was done he walked over to where the woman was.

"Listen. I understand there's a lot to prove here, but lose the attitude," Vilr said, "The sooner you accept how much you have to learn the faster you'll learn it." After that he walked away. Vilr understood that others found it cute when people showed that attitude that they were better than others, but to it annoyed Vilr. Everyone had to work hard, everyone was equal, or so he liked to believe. After being teased about not reading and writing well enough for his age, Vilr had striven making sure that he was equal and to always treat others equal as well. However, when someone came along that sported this attitude of being better, Vilr sought it out to be his mission to humble them. That whole hero complex usually kicked in because to be a hero you had to make the world a better place, whether that was saving others or teaching them how to be , what he thought, a better person.

He walked outside and breathed in the air, enjoying the warmer weather. He looked around the town trying to figure out if there was anything he needed to get or if there was anywhere he wanted to go. Vilr rummaged through his sack looking over his inventory, he decided that he didn't need anything more for the trip that was to come that evening, so he headed off towards the local inn. He figured with not a lot to do before heading off again he would just relax and listen to some music. He loved music because a lot of the songs told stories, stories that he would have otherwise had a hard time reading. It was a good compromise for him.

Vilr noticed Bryon was there as well, but ignored him and walked over to sit near the bard that was currently playing. He sat down at the only available chair and finally let himself relax; his stomach filled with good food and drink; his muscles loosening after his travels; and the warm atmosphere melting him into the chair.

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They each sat, drinking slowly.

"I've questions. A friend, mentioned to me something about you being involved with, a harbinger." He spoke sternly.

"We were hired to kill the harbinger of the Companions. Something of a blood feud." She answered, and he could see the honesty in her eyes.

Just as he went to open his mouth, the guard returned. "Follow me."

They followed, back to where Bryon's orc friend resided. "Five sets. go, now."

He looked at her, and spoke softly. "This is goodbye" He hopped on a horse, and took off towards Windhelm. He hoped he didn't yet miss the raid. The days events proved to be, well, exciting to say the least. Obviously, this was never to be spoke of.

The ride to Windhelm was mildly long, but not a difficult ride. He arrived back in town, and returned to the Candlehearth.

He drew his hood, and approached his companions. They were seated at a table in the back. All except Kreig. He rarely missed a pre-raid drink. It was unusual, but not unheard of.

"I'm not waiting." He thought to himself. He motioned for Vilr and Astrid to follow, as he made his way out of the tavern.