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A long time ago I created a character in Skyrim, and decided to draw him using Pollo-chan's template, while drawing the uniform myself.

Martin is owned by me

Template by Pollo-chan => www.furaffinity.net/user/pollo…
Full Name: Martin Aloysius Tyrellius
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Date of Birth: 21st of Last Seed 180 of the 4th Era
Birth sign: The Warrior
Height: 177.8 cm
Weight: 79.3 kg
Build: Slender with some muscle tone
Eye Color: Cobalt blue
Skin Color: Olive
Hair Color: Onyx black
Hair Texture: Straight and fine
Other Features: Button nose, scars on back, shoulder, and arms from training.
Current Residence: Helgen
Family: Andais (Mother – Deceased) Michael (Father – Deceased) Olivia (Sister – Deceased) Arturo (Brother – Deceased)
Loved Ones: Arellia (Fiancée – Deceased)
Enemies: Vampires the world over
Children: None
Profession: Vigilant of Stendarr
Alliance (Stormcloak/Imperial): Independent
Allies: Vigilants of Stendarr/Dawnguard
Religion/Deity: Stendarr/Meridia
Assets: Respectful, kind, helpful, sense of honor
Flaws: Reclusive, serious, loner
Weapons/Gear: Dawnbreaker/Auriel’s Shield Auriel’s Bow/Sun Hallowed Arrows
Favorite Skills: Restoration, One-Handed, Block
Other Skills: Archery, Enchanting, Smithing
Mods: Alternate Start (Vigilant of Stendarr)|Helgen Reborn

Appearance:
Martin prefers to wear the traditional Vigilants of Stendar attire including heavy gauntlets and boots, a hood, and layered robes like the College of Winterhold. On his left arm he holds a shield, typically steel until he found Auriel’s shield. Afterward, that was his defense of choice. For most of his time as a Vigilant, he wielded a steel mace, but eschewed the weapon in favor of Dawnbreaker, after recovering it from Meridia’s Temple. On his back, he wears what looks like Elven arrows, indicating that he uses a bow on occasion. This weapon is Auriel’s Bow, a masterful weapon with which to send forth Sun Hallowed Elven arrows, an effective weapon against vampires, as the damage causes sunbursts which burn undead to ash.
To vampires, he is death, to the various people of Skyrim he is the coming light. Pray to the God of Mercy that he is not the one that hunts you, because if he is, his mercy ends at the tip of his blade.

Background:
Born in the city of Anvil, located on the coast of Cyrodiil, Martin was your typical boy. The war ended long before he was ever born, so he never knew a time outside of the White Gold Concordat, although his mother (the local healer) often shared her opinions about the battle against the Aldmeri Dominion. Conversely his father, a merchant by trade, spoke of “looking to the future” under Titus Meade III rather than the past.
A few months past his fourteenth year, Martin fell for the daughter of the local jeweler. Her name was Arellia Varanox, and she was considered the comeliest of females in the entire city. For years the pair were friends, walking the streets, and assisting in his father’s shop, or helping her father. It wasn’t until they turned 16 that Martin confessed his love for her, and discovered she harbored similar feelings for him. A two-year courtship began for the pair, with the young male working exclusively for his fiancée’s parents.
After his 18th birthday, Marcus (Arellia’s father) offered to instruct him in the jeweler’s trade. Taking to such a thing with little difficulty, he rather enjoyed the prospects of making jewelry for the wealthy nobles, until he discovered enchanting. The idea of adventurers using their amulets, rings, and circlets to enhance their natural abilities or stay alive gave him several ideas, although the price for filled soul gems wasn’t cost effective. The thing he truly enjoyed, however, was traveling the roads of Cyrodiil, mining or bartering for the ores his mentor needed to craft exquisite items.
With the blessing of his soon to be father-in-law, he collected the ores and gemstones needed to fashion a pair of wedding bands. Once that task was accomplished, he was on his way back to Anvil from Chorrol with only the thought of marrying his long-time fiancée dancing around in his head.
It was not to be.
Upon returning to the store, he found the shop closed during business hours. Asking around, he pieced together that Arellia had come down with some strange disease and was bedridden for the past week. A few days ago, her parents closed the shop, giving no information as to why, and remained in their home. None have gone to visit, as those who try are turned away, or just not answered.
Finding this beyond odd, he headed over to the home of his fiancée, and used the key Arellia’s mother had bequeathed him to enter the storm cellar. Once there, he heard a strange sound. Lighting a torch, he saw the youngest of the family crouched in the corner, her eyes glowing red while her mouth dripped with blood from the dead skeever in her hands. Hissing, she lunged at him, and in the struggle, he knocked over a barrel of lantern oil.
Rolling into the sunlight at the base of the stairs, the young vampire screamed in agony, letting him go before scrambling into the dark corner once more. The sight of that little girl, so young and innocent only a week ago snarling and hissing at him was heartbreaking to the young man. Picking himself up, he saw that she hadn’t managed to scratch or bite him, but his shirt was practically coated in the oil. Taking it off, he balled it up, and lit the item on fire with the torch, throwing it into the darkness.
The little girl leaped and ran for the stairs, fleeing the deadly item. With tears in his eyes, he knocked over the rest of the oil. Tossing anything that would burn in the center of the room, he backed up to the cellar door. It was then that the oil on the floor reached the still burning shirt. Within seconds the entire cellar was engulfed in flames, burning the beams and leaping to the ceiling above. Minutes later, he watched as the flames broke out the windows to reach the sky. The screams of the vampires dying inside reached his ears about the same time the city watch arrived. Informing them about what had happened, he was released to head home.
Arriving at his home to let his family know what happened, he entered the front door to find his former fiancée sitting at the dining room table, his family slumped in their chairs while she smiled, her amber eyes glowing. Telling her what he did, he watched as she lunged at him, Martin leaped out into the waning sunlight, but the sight of Arellia standing at the door with a vicious smile, something the typically innocent and loving young woman could never have, on her face caused his blood to run cold.
Narrowing his eyes, Martin instructed her to look out the door, toward her home. At first, she only laughed until he let her know her entire family was dead. When she finally did rip the curtain down to see the flames lick up at the sky, Arellia let out a scream of hatred, before lunging out at him. A trio of guards followed the young man, trying to ensure that he was alright until they saw the vampire. One dropped his sword while the other two prepared to do battle.
Leaping to the side, Martin scooped up the weapon. Pointing it up, he watched as she impaled herself on the weapon. The guards helped him to pull Arellia back into his old home, before burning it to the ground. Over the course of months, he searched for the vampire who had destroyed his life.
He finally found a vampire haven just south of Bruuma and entered the cave to excise “the infection”. The fight was quick but brutal, with him leading two of the five fledglings into a pit filled with lantern oil. As they burned another vampire lunged at him from the darkness, her nearly black skin nearly melding with the stone around him. It was then that he felt her fangs penetrate his shoulder. Yelling out in pain, he stabbed her repeatedly with his dagger, before kicking her back into the flame pit. Crawling out of the cave on hands and knees, feeling drained and bleeding from his shoulder, he collapsed at the entrance with his vision going dark. Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the crunch of stone under foot, and felt cloth against his sweating face as a collection of figures surrounded him.
Martin awoke days later in a warm bed, something he hadn’t experienced in months, his wounds dressed and a slightly older woman sitting at his bedside. She introduced herself as Keeper Carcette of the Vigilants of Stendarr. Letting him know about how they managed to cure him of the infection that had started to take hold, the beguiling woman informed him that the haven he destroyed had nothing to do with the death of his former fiancée. That was when she made him an offer. Become a Vigilant, and learn how to kill vampires more effectively, or wind up getting killed without ever knowing who was the one that bit his fiancée.
The choice was a simple one, and Martin took the opportunity to learn. For over a year he trained with the Vigilants of Stendarr, travelling the roads with them until finally arriving at Skyrim. For some reason they were starting to collect themselves in that northern nation, as if gathering for a coming conflict. When the civil war started, Keeper Carcette thought the vampires might be a part of the conflict, but neither side seemed to have unusual powers, or need to move only at night. Something else was going on, and they needed to find out what.

Description
A long time ago I created a character in Skyrim, and decided to draw him using Pollo-chan's template, while drawing the uniform myself.

Martin is owned by me

Template by Pollo-chan => www.furaffinity.net/user/pollo…
Full Name: Martin Aloysius Tyrellius
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Date of Birth: 21st of Last Seed 180 of the 4th Era
Birth sign: The Warrior
Height: 177.8 cm
Weight: 79.3 kg
Build: Slender with some muscle tone
Eye Color: Cobalt blue
Skin Color: Olive
Hair Color: Onyx black
Hair Texture: Straight and fine
Other Features: Button nose, scars on back, shoulder, and arms from training.
Current Residence: Helgen
Family: Andais (Mother – Deceased) Michael (Father – Deceased) Olivia (Sister – Deceased) Arturo (Brother – Deceased)
Loved Ones: Arellia (Fiancée – Deceased)
Enemies: Vampires the world over
Children: None
Profession: Vigilant of Stendarr
Alliance (Stormcloak/Imperial): Independent
Allies: Vigilants of Stendarr/Dawnguard
Religion/Deity: Stendarr/Meridia
Assets: Respectful, kind, helpful, sense of honor
Flaws: Reclusive, serious, loner
Weapons/Gear: Dawnbreaker/Auriel’s Shield Auriel’s Bow/Sun Hallowed Arrows
Favorite Skills: Restoration, One-Handed, Block
Other Skills: Archery, Enchanting, Smithing
Mods: Alternate Start (Vigilant of Stendarr)|Helgen Reborn

Appearance:
Martin prefers to wear the traditional Vigilants of Stendar attire including heavy gauntlets and boots, a hood, and layered robes like the College of Winterhold. On his left arm he holds a shield, typically steel until he found Auriel’s shield. Afterward, that was his defense of choice. For most of his time as a Vigilant, he wielded a steel mace, but eschewed the weapon in favor of Dawnbreaker, after recovering it from Meridia’s Temple. On his back, he wears what looks like Elven arrows, indicating that he uses a bow on occasion. This weapon is Auriel’s Bow, a masterful weapon with which to send forth Sun Hallowed Elven arrows, an effective weapon against vampires, as the damage causes sunbursts which burn undead to ash.
To vampires, he is death, to the various people of Skyrim he is the coming light. Pray to the God of Mercy that he is not the one that hunts you, because if he is, his mercy ends at the tip of his blade.

Background:
Born in the city of Anvil, located on the coast of Cyrodiil, Martin was your typical boy. The war ended long before he was ever born, so he never knew a time outside of the White Gold Concordat, although his mother (the local healer) often shared her opinions about the battle against the Aldmeri Dominion. Conversely his father, a merchant by trade, spoke of “looking to the future” under Titus Meade III rather than the past.
A few months past his fourteenth year, Martin fell for the daughter of the local jeweler. Her name was Arellia Varanox, and she was considered the comeliest of females in the entire city. For years the pair were friends, walking the streets, and assisting in his father’s shop, or helping her father. It wasn’t until they turned 16 that Martin confessed his love for her, and discovered she harbored similar feelings for him. A two-year courtship began for the pair, with the young male working exclusively for his fiancée’s parents.
After his 18th birthday, Marcus (Arellia’s father) offered to instruct him in the jeweler’s trade. Taking to such a thing with little difficulty, he rather enjoyed the prospects of making jewelry for the wealthy nobles, until he discovered enchanting. The idea of adventurers using their amulets, rings, and circlets to enhance their natural abilities or stay alive gave him several ideas, although the price for filled soul gems wasn’t cost effective. The thing he truly enjoyed, however, was traveling the roads of Cyrodiil, mining or bartering for the ores his mentor needed to craft exquisite items.
With the blessing of his soon to be father-in-law, he collected the ores and gemstones needed to fashion a pair of wedding bands. Once that task was accomplished, he was on his way back to Anvil from Chorrol with only the thought of marrying his long-time fiancée dancing around in his head.
It was not to be.
Upon returning to the store, he found the shop closed during business hours. Asking around, he pieced together that Arellia had come down with some strange disease and was bedridden for the past week. A few days ago, her parents closed the shop, giving no information as to why, and remained in their home. None have gone to visit, as those who try are turned away, or just not answered.
Finding this beyond odd, he headed over to the home of his fiancée, and used the key Arellia’s mother had bequeathed him to enter the storm cellar. Once there, he heard a strange sound. Lighting a torch, he saw the youngest of the family crouched in the corner, her eyes glowing red while her mouth dripped with blood from the dead skeever in her hands. Hissing, she lunged at him, and in the struggle, he knocked over a barrel of lantern oil.
Rolling into the sunlight at the base of the stairs, the young vampire screamed in agony, letting him go before scrambling into the dark corner once more. The sight of that little girl, so young and innocent only a week ago snarling and hissing at him was heartbreaking to the young man. Picking himself up, he saw that she hadn’t managed to scratch or bite him, but his shirt was practically coated in the oil. Taking it off, he balled it up, and lit the item on fire with the torch, throwing it into the darkness.
The little girl leaped and ran for the stairs, fleeing the deadly item. With tears in his eyes, he knocked over the rest of the oil. Tossing anything that would burn in the center of the room, he backed up to the cellar door. It was then that the oil on the floor reached the still burning shirt. Within seconds the entire cellar was engulfed in flames, burning the beams and leaping to the ceiling above. Minutes later, he watched as the flames broke out the windows to reach the sky. The screams of the vampires dying inside reached his ears about the same time the city watch arrived. Informing them about what had happened, he was released to head home.
Arriving at his home to let his family know what happened, he entered the front door to find his former fiancée sitting at the dining room table, his family slumped in their chairs while she smiled, her amber eyes glowing. Telling her what he did, he watched as she lunged at him, Martin leaped out into the waning sunlight, but the sight of Arellia standing at the door with a vicious smile, something the typically innocent and loving young woman could never have, on her face caused his blood to run cold.
Narrowing his eyes, Martin instructed her to look out the door, toward her home. At first, she only laughed until he let her know her entire family was dead. When she finally did rip the curtain down to see the flames lick up at the sky, Arellia let out a scream of hatred, before lunging out at him. A trio of guards followed the young man, trying to ensure that he was alright until they saw the vampire. One dropped his sword while the other two prepared to do battle.
Leaping to the side, Martin scooped up the weapon. Pointing it up, he watched as she impaled herself on the weapon. The guards helped him to pull Arellia back into his old home, before burning it to the ground. Over the course of months, he searched for the vampire who had destroyed his life.
He finally found a vampire haven just south of Bruuma and entered the cave to excise “the infection”. The fight was quick but brutal, with him leading two of the five fledglings into a pit filled with lantern oil. As they burned another vampire lunged at him from the darkness, her nearly black skin nearly melding with the stone around him. It was then that he felt her fangs penetrate his shoulder. Yelling out in pain, he stabbed her repeatedly with his dagger, before kicking her back into the flame pit. Crawling out of the cave on hands and knees, feeling drained and bleeding from his shoulder, he collapsed at the entrance with his vision going dark. Just before he lost consciousness, he heard the crunch of stone under foot, and felt cloth against his sweating face as a collection of figures surrounded him.
Martin awoke days later in a warm bed, something he hadn’t experienced in months, his wounds dressed and a slightly older woman sitting at his bedside. She introduced herself as Keeper Carcette of the Vigilants of Stendarr. Letting him know about how they managed to cure him of the infection that had started to take hold, the beguiling woman informed him that the haven he destroyed had nothing to do with the death of his former fiancée. That was when she made him an offer. Become a Vigilant, and learn how to kill vampires more effectively, or wind up getting killed without ever knowing who was the one that bit his fiancée.
The choice was a simple one, and Martin took the opportunity to learn. For over a year he trained with the Vigilants of Stendarr, travelling the roads with them until finally arriving at Skyrim. For some reason they were starting to collect themselves in that northern nation, as if gathering for a coming conflict. When the civil war started, Keeper Carcette thought the vampires might be a part of the conflict, but neither side seemed to have unusual powers, or need to move only at night. Something else was going on, and they needed to find out what.