Barak Evander Asina

Name: Barak Evander Asina
Age:45
Race: Nord
Affliction: Werebear
Description: 7'3", Shoulder length Hair (Grey), Beard, and a big muscular build. Has 3 deep scars on his left cheek.
Skill Set: Two handed (6.5) Heavy Armour (6.0), Hand to Hand (5.5), Destruction (5.1)
Personality: Noble, Kind (To the right people), aggressive but smart during battle.
Armor: Full Set of Nordic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4y5giKeDG3Y (video)
Weapon: Nordic Two-handed sword.

Bio:
Seeing of the age of this older Nord not much is remembered or known about his past. We do know however that he was the father of Tiberius Rutilius Asina. Barak didn't want to leave his family behind but if he didn't he would have been slain by his fellow silver hand. On that night when he was bitten by a werewolf he fled through the forest never to return. In fact it was said that he even fled Skyrim. People say he went everywhere put he was actually in Solstheim. Barak slept in caves and was always on the move. Until he found a group of Nords. They took him in at the age of 24. It was hard not to show his true monster form to them but he managed. Barak went on to learn a new skill...Destruction spells. It was unusual for a Nord to learn spells. But Barak didn't care. By the age of 34 Barak was the man in charge of this group of Nords. He wore Ancient Nord armor. Although he was a large man with a great sword getting in hand to hand combat was not ideal. His use of hand to hand skill with his destruction mixed in was a deadly combo. It was once said with his pure Nord strength he jammed his fist into another man and cooked in from the inside out. Flames shot out of the mans mouth and eyes. It was the most horrifying thing Barak's men ever saw him do.

Around the age of 35 Barak had full control of his beast form. Barak was use to his new form and accepted what he once set out to destroy. But a new form of beast was to grasp him with its unbreakable clutch. Barak and a few of his men went out to celebrate a victory they had. The night involved drinking, women, and fun. Barak while even drunk didn't touch a single women. He knew that he had one back in Skyrim but she didn't know he was still alive. It was the fact of respect and loyalty in which he had. But that night while walking home, Barak and his men where ambushed. They where another group or faction that Barak had never seen before. His men where slaughtered with ease, seeing as they where drunk they couldn't hold a sword properly. Barak changed into his werewolf form and took down at-least a dozen. But it wasn't enough. Barak was overwhelmed. They captured him and drug Barak away.

Barak awoke some several hours later. He was in a daze and could only feel cold metal around his wrist and ankles. Once he gained focus he could see he was within a cage chained up. He tried to change into his beast form but it didn't work. Barak noticed the cage had a strange red glow. The room was cold, he could feel it on his bare feet. Others where around Barak. They looked as if they where to in the same situation. About an hour or two later five men walked in. They wore black robes with a gold and white trimming. Barak noticed that they where each a different race, other than the two dark elves. They walked up to Barak's cage and told him that they where doing a transformation of some sort. They're just a bunch of sick magic bending bastards. They added that they where going to try and fuse the blood of a werewolf and werebear to make a new form of best. Barak took note of the dead test subjects around him. It looked like the odds where against him. They started by getting rid of his werewolf form with a traditional ritual. So many things ran through his mind. Mainly the fact he would be able to go back and be with his family again. But he wasn't going anywhere that was just a pipe dram. They mixed the blood of a werewolf and werebear. in a dish. After they mixed the blood the two dark elves added a few potions and stirred it again. An orc walked in with the toxic vile that killed many before Barak. But it had new liquids mixed in. They forced it down Barak's throat. He had no choice but to drink it. Barak blacked out slowly hearing faint voices.

It was about two days later that Barak awoke. He was a table but heavily chained. During the past forty-eight hours the vile he was given was rejected and did no harm to Barak. But the werebear blood was merged to his blood. He felt like he had a beast within him again. It felt the same but at the same time new. Barak took not that no magic was being used to help hold him down. He was hungry and out for blood. Only two of the men in robes stood in the room. They talked about how and why Barak threw up some of the vile. What they didn't know was that a new beast was caged into Barak's body and eager to get out. Barak started to laugh and the men in robes turned around telling him to shut it. He just laughed some more this time manically. Fur started to overcome his entire body and his bones where changing form. His muscles getting ten times bigger than normal, broke the chains. Barak's new beast form stood taller than his werewolf form but not by much. He let out a roar that would echo through the entire fort. The men ran in fear as if they just saw a dragon for the first time. It felt the same to Barak. The beast form that is. He just looked different. But lacking the speed of his previous form he made up with more strength. Barak charged on two feet towards the men. Although slower than a werewolf he could still catch up to the men. Barak grabbed them both with each hand and pulled them up to eye level. One man trying to sound brave told Barak to get his filthy hands off of him. Barak just simply threw him and far too. The man was impaled by a metal pole coming out of the wall. The other man fainted in Barak's hands. He just simply dropped the man. Barak stepped on the fainted mans head with the back of his giant bear like foot. The man head popped and from that a blood trail the size of Barak's foot.

Barak charged through the fort. Slaughtering everyone in his path. Blood covered his fur and teeth from the feeding frenzy. It was like an all you could eat buffet for beasts. He picked one man up and ripped him in half from the waist. Barak drank blood from the body like it was a cup. He threw the half body away. he walked through the countless slaughtered body's. Some to mangled to even be called a body. Barak broke the door down to the highest point of the fort. It was a on a tall mountain overlooking most of the land. He stepped up as the sun was rising. The light breeze flowed through his fur. Barak looked up slightly closing his eyes and enjoyed this moment. He slowly changed back into his Nord body. The breeze felt great on his skin. It was a new day and age for Barak.

Barak Now at the age of forty-five and returning home to Skyrim hearing the death of his son Tiberius. He got off the boat wearing his new Nordic armor. It symbolized him as the type of warrior he was and the helmet looked like the head of a bear. He walked off the boat once it docked. Barak took in the familiar smell of his home...Skyrim. The air just the way he loved it. The breeze and snow running through the fur on his armor. Home. Barak climbed in the carriage and his road to vengeance was just over the horizon.

(Werebear form)

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