Name (& pronunciation): A
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species/Racial Origin: Human
Language: English
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc: The voices in his head
Physical Description
Height: 6’6
Left/right handed: Ambidextrous
Build: Skinny, rather wirey, there was a strong musculature to his body but it was...
Formless, Lost, in a mist familiar, but what was familiar? For this shadowed husk finding himself in a land between... well everything he did not know anything of this place that he was only that it was and wasn't familiar to him. Much like walking into a house in which you used to live only to...
With the three newfound companions at the cart the sky tore apart once more and a bolt of lightning cracked down and hit the tavern easily setting it ablaze, "Well if that's not a sign to get moving I don't know what is." Frej said with an almost jovial and joking attitude. "Now who remembers...
"If we're going to Skyrim it's imperative we waste no time and get there as soon as possible, last thing we want to do is head through the pale pass in the dead of winter." Frej turned her cup upside down and began to gather her belongings, "I do however need to make a stop in Bruma for some...
Seeing the man's outstretched hand and his general respect towards her, instead of general disdain and stereotyping, Frej's hand swung upwards missing his hand but confidently landing upon his forearm where she gave a firm squeeze and tug downwards. Letting go and nodding the Nord woman got up...
Frej looked very sternly at the barkeep, and he very well got the message pulling out his least watered down mead and sliding it over to the woman. Stubborn as she is, instead of taking the perceived kindness Frej tossed some coin upon the counter to pay for her admittedly over sweetened mead...
"I do not like the look of that, but ultimately I do not much care, what will happen will happen but beyond that I do not think we have much t-" With that the mountainous Nord woman was cut off by a blasting of trumpets and then a remarkably loud silence that chilled her to the core doing...
"I'm sorry they named you that... and with that, you will get nothing with your entitlement." with that Frej kept moving, keeping her distance from the rather unpleasant elf sticking more towards the small boy as they slowly advanced unto the tower. More and more crowds swelled in front of them...