Appearance

Like most Nords, Stellan has a very pale complexion, tall and well build, standing at 6'2" and weighing 185 pounds. His physique was built on experience rather than special training, so his body looks to be more carved from wood, rather than chiseled from stone. His hair, dark brown in hue, is often long and unkempt, reaching from the top of his head to his shoulder blades and shoulders. His beard, though not long, is quite full. His hair is parted to the side, framing his blue/grey eyes and the black claw marks he paints across his face before a battle. When he's not wearing his armor, he usually dons a blacksmith's attire with simple boots.

Personality

There are usually two sides to Stellan that people see, depending on his current situation. The first is the side that people see when he is unfamiliar surroundings. When in this situation, he is very quiet and reserved, usually sitting in a dim, shadowy corner reading a book or planning the next step in his assignment. He doesn't do anything to attract company, but, if anyone wants to share it, he doesn't do anything to drive them off either. This is, of course, provided that the person doesn't try to hurt Stellan. If that's the case, then he will deal with his attacker in whichever way he sees fit. That, hurting his loved ones, and preying on the weak are pretty much the only things that will ever get a rise out of him. Otherwise, he has a great deal of patience. Stellan can make friends pretty easily, and, once anyone breaks that barrier, Stellan will be as loyal as they come.

Once he's in a place that's familiar to him, a place where he knows he has friends, Stellan opens up almost instantly. When he's in Jorrvaskr, it's almost like he's a different person, laughing, drinking, and fighting with the other Companions. He enjoys playing an "older brother" type of role to a lot of the newer Companions. When he can, Stellan will accompany new recruits on missions and helping them hone their skills. He enjoys watching the Companions he takes under his wing rise up amongst the others.

Religiously speaking, Stellan is a little conflicted at times. He's stayed true to his up bringing and continued to praise Hircine for all of the gifts he was given. However, his protective nature, and proficiency with a shield, has him calling on Stendarr quite often. It is because of this that he prefers only to hunt other hunters. Hunting something that can't fight back doesn't really appeal to Stellan. The Vigilants of Stendarr only create further conflict within him, given their stance on werewolves. In fact, Stellan has an innate distrust when it comes to groups like the Vigilants and the Dawnguard. Don't mistake he feels there should be specially trained guards to combat Daedra, Vampires, and Werewolves that intend to harm innocents. The thought of being persecuted simply for being who he is just doesn't really appeal to him.

Regarding the civil war, Stellan prefers not to take a side, holding the opinion that either side is equally as unappealing. To him, the empire is weak for surrendering to the Aldmeri Dominion, and he likes the idea of an independent Skyrim. However, he'd prefer it not to be ran by anyone who thinks that one race is superior to another.

History

A native of Whiterun, Stellan was born to two prominent members of The Companions' inner circle. His mother was a huntress and a master marksman, and his father was a blacksmith and formidable close-range fighter. When the two were working together, they were not a force to be underestimated, both werewolves, both devout worshippers of Hircine. They both taught Stellan as much as they could and gave him more love than he knew what to do with. Since he could walk, his parents had him working with them.

It was rough in the beginning. Smithing didn't prove to be too difficult for him. In fact, he took to it quite naturally. However, he was very timid and hesitant as a child, the idea of fighting frightened him greatly. He didn't "find his fangs" so to speak until one afternoon when he was around five. A group of older children were picking on a friend of his, and, without thinking, Stellan ran into his house, grabbed a shield off the wall, walked up to the biggest in the group, and defeated him with nothing other than the shield and his right fist. To this day, he is one of the only warriors who will take a shield over a conventional weapon, when given such an ultimatum. This surprised his father, a two-handed fighter whose weapon of choice was a great sword. Stellan's training became significantly easier after that day, learning to use a mace after his father insisted he learn how to use a "proper" weapon. His mother was unable to teach much more than trapping game. He was a lousy shot.

One day, when Stellan was about eight, his parents took him along with them on a camping trip somewhere in The Rift. They had intended to teach him how to set up a camp site and live on his own, if the need ever arose. A couple nights after they had left, his mother had gone off to find something for their dinner, shifting into her wolf form, before she did so. His father had stayed behind to look after him and oversee his tending to the campsite. His mother returned a very short time later, dragging a deer to the camp site in her human form. However, it wasn't just a deer she had brought with her. His mother's shifting during her hunt had gained the attention of a fanatical group called the Silver Hand. They had staked out their camp site and waited until the three of them were asleep before they attacked. He woke up to his mother's scream as his father's throat was cut. "Run" was the last word his mother said to him before he took off away from the camp site. He looked back in time to see a group of Silver Hand carry his parents' corpses out of their tent. He ran all night and eventually made it to Riften. He collapsed as soon as he reached the city gates. He awoke the next day in the orphanage. Days passed before he said a word to anyone. Fortunately, the priests at the temple of Mara were able to help him come to terms with what had happened and grieve properly. Though, thoughts of vengeance were never far from his mind.

Once he was able to deal his parents' death, Riften became a much better place for Stellan. It was there that he made four of the best friends he'd ever have. A Dark Elf, an Orc, a Breton, and a Khajiit would serve as the only family he had for the next ten years. He was made apprentice to the local blacksmith, Balimund, at age ten. Balimund was able to help him craft a new mace and shield, that he was able to practice with under supervision. The priests at the temple to the divine Mara noticed that he had a particular talent for restoration, and helped him foster it. When he came of age, he bid his friends and Riften good bye and returned to Whiterun to join The Companions and carry on his family's legacy.

Stellan was welcomed into The Companions with open arms, upon his arrival. Granted, he still had to pay his dues, like all new recruits, but, after a few years, he worked his way up the ranks. He was invited to join The Circle by the time he was twenty-six. A year after taking the oath and becoming a werewolf, Stellan started plotting his revenge.

After saving up his earnings since he was eighteen, Stellan had saved enough money to take a sabbatical from The Companions. He set off, tracking, interrogating, and killing Silver Hand members. He stayed mostly in the wilderness, feeding and hunting as a wolf by night. One night, his eyes were set upon a white stag. It immediately took off after he noticed it. He chased it for what seemed like hours before he caught it. When he killed the stag, Hircine appeared before him. Stellan would have never guessed that his own hunt for vengeance was being observed by the Daedric lord of the hunt himself.

Hircine had been watching Stellan's campaign to avenge his parents with great intent. So much that he decided to aid him in his quest. In the days he spent under Hircine's tutelage, Stellan learned to harness the true potential of his wolf form, and he was rewarded with armor and a ring that would augment his abilities. In a matter of weeks after his training, Stellan tracked and captured his parents' killers. They were awake for mere minutes before he transformed and ate each of them alive. With feelings of fulfillment and satisfaction with his quest, he set off on his return to Jorrvaskr to share his experiences and aid his shield-bretheren in taking down the Silver Hand once and for all.

Character Name.
Stellan

Age.
Thirty

Race.
Nord

Sexuality.
Heterosexual

Faction, Army, or Allegiance.
The Companions
Inner Circle

Occupation.
Member of the Inner Circle
Black smith

Werewolf or Vampire.
Werewolf

Major Skills.
Block: Being one of the only warriors in existence who prefers a shield over any other conventional weapon, Stellan's brought himself to a point where he can use one as if it were a part of his body. Guarding with a shield doesn't slow him down, and he finds himself using a shield in several creative ways. Enemies have been disarmed and knocked off their feet when met with Stellan armed with a shield.

Smithing: Being raised by a black smith, Stellan's had plenty of experience as a smith. Not to mention the training he received from Balimund. He smiths and modifies nearly every weapon and piece of armor he acquires. He is often see at the skyforge with Eolund Gray-Mane practicing his craft.

One-handed: His father insisted that he learn to use a conventional weapon. The patient Stellan decided to use a mace after reading a book on how to effectively use one. He's become quite deadly with a mace and prefers to use one, if he can help it. If there isn't one around, or he doesn't have one, he can hold his own with a sword, axe, or dagger.

Restoration: During Stellan's stay in Riften, priests at the temple of Mara saw a talent for Restoration in him. With their help, he was able to foster his talents and learn a bit of healing and undead magic along with a couple wards, despite his lack of interest in learning them. Although, he never really progressed much further than the adept level. Still, it's enough to heal himself and, sometimes, his allies.

Weapons, Armor, and Belongings.
Savior's Hide
Ring of Hircine
Full set of wolf armor (kept at Jorrvaskr)
Ebony Mace
Targe of the Blooded