In a small village in the northern lands of Skyrim, there was a boy. The son of a smith and a magician. The boy named Iizslen. He was power hungry. As a young boy, he devoted most of his time in training with his father's war axe. By the age of ten, the young lad was an expert in combat with two-handed weapons. Iizslen's father grew restless due to the long hours of working at the smith, and began drinking. His father's drinking problem only grew with the war's demands. Until one day, his mother taught him the art and finesse of magic. Not any type of magic, but the form of the cold bitter ice that howled in the wind late at night. His mother taught him everything.
One night, Iizslen saw his mother slip out of their shack. Curious, Iizslen followed. Iizslen followed his mother into a clearing. The clearing was small, but was surrounded by odd looking trees. He then spotted an odd shrine. The shrine looked like a tomb, and on the sides of the tomb was carvings of wild beasts. iizslen leaned against a tree. His mother chanted to a being called, "Hircine", and said "Oh my lord, what shall I offer you?" Iizslen then heard a strange growl behind him. He turned to see a beast, a werewolf. He screamed and fell onto the ground. The beast raised his clawed hand and swung it at the poor child. The child blacked out.
Iizslen awoke in his bed. He felt a strange surge of hunger and power. He glanced at his mother's bed. His mother was covered in bandages and laid still in bed. "Mother?", he croaked. His mother rolled her head over and said, "Shhhh, my dear." "Wh-what happened?", Iizslen asked. "Hircine gave you a gift, the blood of the wolf... I-i shouldn't have tried to stop it... You see? Hircine has claimed my soul, and he has claimed yours as well." His mother then passed out.
As the months passed, the boy grew into a young man. His mother had passed and his father grew even the more drunk. Iizslen was always cleaning up after his father's drunken fits. His father slurred in his drunken state, "Y-You do... DON'T even know the meaning of your own name." Iizslen put his hands up and said, "Calm down, please calm down." His father shook his head and raised his voice shouting, "I-it means Ice Flesh! Your stupid mother named you that after some wall with... with scribbles!" Iizslen smacked his father and hissed, "Do not talk about Mother th-" Iizslen then felt a blade skim his face. His father then reached for his axe and swung at his son shouting. Something snapped inside Iizslen. He roared and ice flew from his palms. His father screamed bloody murder.
By the time the guards got to his shack, all they saw was a white beast. The werewolf's pelt was white as the snow and eyes blue as the sky. The guards stood no chance against Iizslen in his monstrous state.
Iizslen came to his senses when he awoke in a forest. He awoke to see legionaries fighting some rebels. Iizslen didn't realize what was going on until he heard these words, "Next the nord in the rags." and "What in oblivion was that?"... "Dragon!"
Race: Nord (Male)
Stats:
- Magicka: 3
- Health: 2
- Stamina: 1
Major Skills: Two-Handed, Heavy Armor, Destruction, Smithing
Minor Skills: Enchanting, Alchemy, Conjuration
Must Have Perks:
- Two-Handed: Barbarian 5/5, Champion's Stance, Limb Splitter 3/3, Devastating Blow
- Destruction: Augmented Frost 2/2, Deep Freeze
- Heavy Armor: Juggernaut 5/5, Fist of Steel, Cushioned, Conditioning
- Smithing: Ebony Smithing
Fighting Styles: Cast an ice cloak, use ice magic for long ranged enemies. Use shouts and your battle axe for close ranged enemies.
Goals:
- To learn everything about ice magic
- To please Hircine in anyway possible
- Fufill your destiny as an honorable Dragonborn and use your beast form in honorable ways (killing silver hand, vampires, etc.)
- Never become like Iizslen's father (evil character)
- Protect what you find closest to your character's heart (such as spouse, kids, home, followers)
Game-Play Tips: Iizslen wants to fight honorable, just like any other nord, except he wants to do it to please Hircine. Iizslen wants to see his long lost mother again. He believes that all daedric gods are not entirely "evil", so with that he will help and become the champion of every single one.
Gear: The full set of Stalhrim armor (enchantments are optional), Stalhrim Battleaxe, and any jewelry.
Factions:
- Dawnguard
- Imperials or Storm Cloaks
- College of Winter Hold
- Companions
Must-Do Quests:
- Ill Met By The Moonlight
- A New Source Of Stalhrim
NOTES: You can choose any side you want and any daedric quest you want!
Mods:
- Moon tales: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/35470/?
- Heart of The Beast Sound Overhaul: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/13779/?
Fun Facts: Iizslen's name is referencing the first two words of the Ice Form shout, "IIZ SLEN NUS", or known as "Ice Flesh Statue". The link is: http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Ice_Form
In a small village in the northern lands of Skyrim, there was a boy. The son of a smith and a magician. The boy named Iizslen. He was power hungry. As a young boy, he devoted most of his time in training with his father's war axe. By the age of ten, the young lad was an expert in combat with two-handed weapons. Iizslen's father grew restless due to the long hours of working at the smith, and began drinking. His father's drinking problem only grew with the war's demands. Until one day, his mother taught him the art and finesse of magic. Not any type of magic, but the form of the cold bitter ice that howled in the wind late at night. His mother taught him everything.
One night, Iizslen saw his mother slip out of their shack. Curious, Iizslen followed. Iizslen followed his mother into a clearing. The clearing was small, but was surrounded by odd looking trees. He then spotted an odd shrine. The shrine looked like a tomb, and on the sides of the tomb was carvings of wild beasts. iizslen leaned against a tree. His mother chanted to a being called, "Hircine", and said "Oh my lord, what shall I offer you?" Iizslen then heard a strange growl behind him. He turned to see a beast, a werewolf. He screamed and fell onto the ground. The beast raised his clawed hand and swung it at the poor child. The child blacked out.
Iizslen awoke in his bed. He felt a strange surge of hunger and power. He glanced at his mother's bed. His mother was covered in bandages and laid still in bed. "Mother?", he croaked. His mother rolled her head over and said, "Shhhh, my dear." "Wh-what happened?", Iizslen asked. "Hircine gave you a gift, the blood of the wolf... I-i shouldn't have tried to stop it... You see? Hircine has claimed my soul, and he has claimed yours as well." His mother then passed out.
As the months passed, the boy grew into a young man. His mother had passed and his father grew even the more drunk. Iizslen was always cleaning up after his father's drunken fits. His father slurred in his drunken state, "Y-You do... DON'T even know the meaning of your own name." Iizslen put his hands up and said, "Calm down, please calm down." His father shook his head and raised his voice shouting, "I-it means Ice Flesh! Your stupid mother named you that after some wall with... with scribbles!" Iizslen smacked his father and hissed, "Do not talk about Mother th-" Iizslen then felt a blade skim his face. His father then reached for his axe and swung at his son shouting. Something snapped inside Iizslen. He roared and ice flew from his palms. His father screamed bloody murder.
By the time the guards got to his shack, all they saw was a white beast. The werewolf's pelt was white as the snow and eyes blue as the sky. The guards stood no chance against Iizslen in his monstrous state.
Iizslen came to his senses when he awoke in a forest. He awoke to see legionaries fighting some rebels. Iizslen didn't realize what was going on until he heard these words, "Next the nord in the rags." and "What in oblivion was that?"... "Dragon!"
Race: Nord (Male)
Stats:
- Magicka: 3
- Health: 2
- Stamina: 1
Major Skills: Two-Handed, Heavy Armor, Destruction, Smithing
Minor Skills: Enchanting, Alchemy, Conjuration
Must Have Perks:
- Two-Handed: Barbarian 5/5, Champion's Stance, Limb Splitter 3/3, Devastating Blow
- Destruction: Augmented Frost 2/2, Deep Freeze
- Heavy Armor: Juggernaut 5/5, Fist of Steel, Cushioned, Conditioning
- Smithing: Ebony Smithing
Fighting Styles: Cast an ice cloak, use ice magic for long ranged enemies. Use shouts and your battle axe for close ranged enemies.
Goals:
- To learn everything about ice magic
- To please Hircine in anyway possible
- Fufill your destiny as an honorable Dragonborn and use your beast form in honorable ways (killing silver hand, vampires, etc.)
- Never become like Iizslen's father (evil character)
- Protect what you find closest to your character's heart (such as spouse, kids, home, followers)
Game-Play Tips: Iizslen wants to fight honorable, just like any other nord, except he wants to do it to please Hircine. Iizslen wants to see his long lost mother again. He believes that all daedric gods are not entirely "evil", so with that he will help and become the champion of every single one.
Gear: The full set of Stalhrim armor (enchantments are optional), Stalhrim Battleaxe, and any jewelry.
Factions:
- Dawnguard
- Imperials or Storm Cloaks
- College of Winter Hold
- Companions
Must-Do Quests:
- Ill Met By The Moonlight
- A New Source Of Stalhrim
NOTES: You can choose any side you want and any daedric quest you want!
Mods:
- Moon tales: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/35470/?
- Heart of The Beast Sound Overhaul: http://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/13779/?
Fun Facts: Iizslen's name is referencing the first two words of the Ice Form shout, "IIZ SLEN NUS", or known as "Ice Flesh Statue". The link is: http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Ice_Form
