Weriem Grey - Character Sheet

Character Name: Weriem


Sex: Nord, Male


Age: 32


Skin Tone: Light tan


Height: 6' 1"


Weight: 200 lbs.


Physique: Despite him looking thinner than what his kind is known for, underneath is pounds of muscle. His hair is a deep ebony black with a ponytail tied near the top of his head.

He has a couple of scars that come across his right forearm, a gash across his midsection and a healed over piece of missing lower neck, where the neck and rib cage meet. And what appears to be a burn mark on his left breast.

Since a fateful encounter that nearly killed him, his chest is covered in what appears to be sword wounds, each one in varying size and shape. An entry and exit scar in between his right radius and ulna.


Eyes: A bright, piercing green.


Apparel: A set of medium armor which looks like so.


Weapons: An Oriental sword. It is a white longsword with a sphere pummel. On certain nights, the pummel glows a little bit.


Magical Talent: None


Visible Items: Upon his left index finger is a wolf head ring. This item was a heirloom given to Weriem by his parents, wishing him luck on his "adventures". He has several satchels around his waist holding his coin and other supplies.

Gold: 125




Place of Birth: Solitude, Hjaalmarch, Skyrim.


Religion: He respects the divines.


Social Class: Nobility


Residency: He’s rented a room in the Sultry Dragon.


Education: The studies he did as a child have helped and served him during his life. Weriem also learned of a unique way of making armor for himself and others like him.


Favorite Food & Drink: He enjoys bread, cheese, roasted meat, and his drinks include wine and Colovian Brandy.


Backstory: Weriem was born to a Noble family of Werewolves by the name of Grey. The city of Solitude knew what they were, but due to their Noble status, as well as long family history, the Greys were very well respected and loved. Due to their other side, however, they were asked politely by the city officials not to transform if they can help it.


From an early age, Weriem enjoyed learning about new things: be it with studies, the people of Tamriel, weapon play, or that of the Lycanthrope. When he became 8 years old, Weriem’s father began to teach him how to control the beast within so he’d be better prepared when his first transformation came upon him. The training including a lot of meditation and required deep understanding, but slowly and surely, Weriem was able to follow his father’s teachings. Though being a boy at the time and the Wolf not matured yet to come forth, Weriem felt the beast would be easy to contain.


As the years had gone by, Weriem became increasingly more into the nature surrounding Solitude, often going into the forestry. He’d do this many times, often coming back home late in the afternoon or evening. Eventually, the poor lad had to cut back his time going there to deal with his studies.


When Weriem turned 16, he experienced his first transformation. The knowledge and teachings his father gave him helped the lad contain the beast as best he could. He felt his bones breaking, skull groaning, bowels shifting… The pain was incredible, and caused him to pass out (in his perspective). When he awoke, Weriem found himself in his bedroom with his family members looking over him. They told him that, because of the restraint he had and the quick actions of his mother and father, no one was harmed at all. Well… not everyone, as Weriem still felt the pain of his transformation.


After about a decade, Weriem set off on his own, feeling that the noble life that his parents and younger siblings were having didn’t quite suit him. Before leaving, his father gave him the wolf ring he now wears, along with the oriental sword. Saying his goodbyes, Weriem left Solitude.


While on his travels, he met several good people and learned many new things. His curiosity sometimes got the better of him but the Nord pushed through and persevered.


It was quite an unfortunate time to be him. While he was traveling about, trying to find a way to the closest city, Weriem was jumped by several unknown assailants. Armed with silver swords and a very powerful poison: Wolfsbane.


In quite the unfortunate stroke of luck, Weriem was overpowered by their numbers and brute force. His fate was almost certain now, as various slashes on his chest and a stab wound between his radius and ulna of the right forearm left him in unforgettable pain. The werewolf would have died to his injuries and poison if a traveling caravan had not passed by the area.


They patched his wounds to the best of their abilities. Weriem managed to survive the ordeal, thanks to their kind souls. The men and women allowed him to stay until he was fully healed and felt no effects of the wolfsbane. Weriem did not bring up his heritage due to the fact that not everyone felt as the people of Solitude did.


After months of healing, his wounds scarred over and healed nicely. He owed them his life and no way of repaying it. In an attempt to make it up to him, the caravan told him of a city built along the Karth River called Sky’s Haven. With even more gratitude for the caravan men and women, he thanked them for everything before heading for the city. Hopefully he could make a new life and name for himself.


Flaws/Setbacks: Touchy about his possessions, and hates when others abuse power over others. Protective of his family.


Known Languages: Cyrodilic


Relations: He keeps in touch with his family back in Solitude and enjoys reading the letters they send back.


Other Info:

• Weriem can occasionally be seen writing letters in the inn
• He meditates in some of his free time